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Intimate Deception I-IV by Lisa

From: Lisa <[email protected]> Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2000 19:42:45 -0500 Subject: NEW: “Intimate Deception: Fantasy” (NC-17) by Lisa

Disclaimer: Nope, these characters aren’t mine.

Category: VA Classification: Mulder/other, Mulder/Scully UST

Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Timeline for this piece is late fifth to early sixth season
Archive: Gossamer. Spookys. Others ask me.
Feedback: Knock yourself out.
Thanks to: Louise, Sara Lynn, and Shannon for their help.

Summary: Mulder indulgences his fantasies in an unusual way.

Author’s Note: This is a series of vignettes that should be read in a certain order. The stories in the Intimate Deception universe include, in order: Fantasy, Betrayal, Disclosure and Reality. All can be found here:

http://xanadu.xffics.com/haven/deception.html

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“Intimate Deception: Fantasy” by Lisa

It was her picture that started it.

I sat there staring at the computer screen, fascinated, for a long time. Imagining. Wondering.

I went back to that site many times. The image tormented me to the point of distraction.

I guess I became addicted, because soon the picture wasn’t enough.

I tried to tell myself that the photo was manipulated or enhanced. And it probably was. That still didn’t satisfy me. I remained curious. Especially since with one phone call I could be sure.

It turned out to be true. She looked exactly like Scully. Well, a more made up version of Scully. One with darker, more severe eye make-up and hair that had been softly curled.

A petite red-head. Except this one didn’t second guess me. In fact, she did exactly what I wanted her to do.

Of course, the money didn’t hurt either. I expected her to say no. In fact, I prepared myself for that answer.

See, I hired Kelly to become Scully. Or at least the version of Scully I didn’t see and couldn’t have – the sexy and desirable woman.

I told her how I wanted her to dress. Business suits, no less. Well, that was the couple of times we went out to dinner. Most of the time was spent at my apartment where she was wearing considerably less clothing.

I even gave her extra money to buy silk lingerie. Victoria’s Secret. Expensive stuff, but classy. The kind of lingerie I thought Scully would wear.

I’m not sleeping with her. Maybe I should be. It might be easier. But the guilt would consume me.

She strips for me. I can imagine it’s Scully and not Kelly. I can get into the fantasy so much that I see Scully and not Kelly in front of me. A couple drinks don’t hurt, either.

Kelly wants to dance for me, but I won’t let her. I can’t imagine Scully in any circumstance dancing. Perhaps I should humor her and let her do it once. She’s trying hard to fit into my fucked up world, with what little information I’m telling her about Scully and myself.

Money is a powerful motivator. So is sex.

It would probably be much healthier for everyone if I just talked to a therapist about this. I can’t. I know everything is supposed to be kept confidential, but I don’t trust a complete stranger. At least not with my feelings for Scully. Those are too personal.

I only trust one person. Ironically, that’s the one person I can’t talk to. But what would I say? In one breath, I’d be discussing a case with her and in the next telling her I want her so bad I can’t stand it.

I often wonder about the kind of men Scully has been with. I vaguely remember Jack Willis. She was young then, so that could have been the reason for the relationship. But Ed Jerse. She just met him and … well, that was because she was mad at me. It was out of desperation.

Desperation. Jesus. I should be the one to talk. If Scully ever found out …

Kelly should be here any time now. I haven’t seen her in almost a week. Scully and I have been busy.

I get up to refresh my drink and before I can sit down, there is a knock at the door. Specifically, three short knocks. That’s how I know it’s her.

I hurry to open the door and she struts right inside my apartment, looking as beautiful as always. She is already starting to take her clothes off, anticipating what I want.

I return to my seat, watching her performance with rapt attention. Wishing terribly it was Scully doing this for me, taking off her clothing piece by piece until I couldn’t take it anymore. But it’s not and she won’t.

Kelly finishes her performance and simply stands looking at me for a moment, wearing a emerald green silk bra and panties. Her mouth opens and closes as if she’s trying to speak, and finally she blurts out, “Why don’t you just tell her?”

I stiffen and drop my gaze to the drink in my hand. “You don’t understand,” I replied. “It’s complicated.”

Kelly comes over to me, sitting on the arm of the chair. “That’s what you keep saying. Do I really look that much like her?”

“You look more like her than her sister did.” I take another swallow of the vodka-laced orange juice, feeling it burn all the way down.

She takes the glass out of my hand and sets it on the table. “I know what you need.” She knelt down in front of me, undoing my pants.

“Kelly, you don’t have to …” I begin, but she already has my cock in her mouth. And I already have the vision of Scully in her underwear in my mind. The combination is enough to make me come.

By the time I recover, she’s already getting dressed. At least this time she earned her money. Kelly leaves without saying anything else. I start to say something, but think better of it. I was about to tell her that I didn’t want her to give me a blow job again. I felt too guilty thinking about Scully and how she would react to this woman — her sexual substitute. Kelly’s trying her best to satisfy me while playing by my rules.

Besides, she’s beginning to ask me more questions about the woman she’s supposed to become when she steps over the threshold of my apartment.

I have no answers for her. Hell, I have no answers for myself. I guess everything’s going to stay the same.

It’s easier this way.

***

“Intimate Deception: Betrayal” by Lisa

Another couple weeks passed and I was still seeing Kelly.

Nothing had changed.

Scully had been harder and harder to get out of my mind. Sexually, at least. While she wouldn’t dress provocatively because of her job, I fantasized about what she looked like underneath her suits. I hoped it was the way Kelly looked when she was with me.

It was a warm, sunny afternoon, and Kelly was sitting on my lap, her legs draped over my right thigh, wearing nothing but a black bra and panties. “Do you think she wears things like this?” I asked, tracing the outline of the lacy cup.

“I’m sure she does,” Kelly replied.

“You’re just guessing, right?” I said.

“What do you want me to say, Mulder?”

“I don’t know,” I tell her. “Something encouraging.”

“Okay, you’ll tell Scully and the two of you will live happily ever after,” she said.

“Yeah, like that will ever happen,” I replied sarcastically. “I don’t foresee a happy ending for us. Good fortune just doesn’t follow us around.”

“What’s the worst that can happen?” Kelly said. “She could say no.”

“We work together,” I said. “It would be too awkward after she rejects me.”

“The two of you are going to work together for the rest of your lives?” she asked. “She may get a promotion or transfer somewhere else.”

“Scully would never leave me,” I told Kelly. “We’re committed to each other.”

“Aren’t we sure of ourselves.” Kelly slid off my lap and crossed to the desk to refill my drink, taking a sip for herself in the process.

“It’s complicated,” I said, watching her agile body move in the lingerie I bought for her to wear. “If it wasn’t you wouldn’t be here and I’d be in a normal relationship.”

“Look, Mulder, maybe Scully -”

“I don’t need your advice, okay,” I told her. “Don’t presume to know what Scully likes and dislikes. You don’t even know her.”

“But I’m trying to become her,” Kelly said. “For you. It’s hard to do that when you’ve put her on such a pedestal.”

“I haven’t put her -” I got out of the chair, crossing the room in a few steps. Kelly was polishing off the rest of the vodka, something very un-Scully-like to me. And then it hit me – perhaps I have put Scully on a pedestal.

I was going to apologize to Kelly, but there was a knock on the door. Then a soft-spoken voice saying: “Mulder, it’s me.”

Shit.

“It’s her,” I said. “Hide in the bedroom. Hurry.” I watched Kelly grab her own clothes – not the ones I bought her – and rush down the hall into my bedroom.

I took a deep breath before opening the door. “Scully, what are you doing here?” I said, trying to sound normal.

“I wanted to see if you were done with that file.”

I stared at her. What file was she talking about?

She stared at me like I was crazy. “The disk you told me you were taking home to finish up your report for Skinner. Remember? Mulder?”

“Right. No, I haven’t finished it yet. I was going to, but got … distracted.” That was the truth. I wasn’t lying.

“One of your videos?” she asked. “I can imagine.”

“Something like that,” I muttered.

“Mulder, are you here alone?”

“Why do you ask?” I replied.

“I thought I heard something.” Scully looked towards the bedroom.

“No. Just me and my videos.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth than Kelly marched right into the room. There was an awkward silence for what seemed like an eternity. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an expression on Scully’s face like that before.

“Mulder, aren’t you going to introduce me to your … umm … friend?”

“Kelly, this is Scully.” My voice couldn’t sound anymore guilty than it did right now. “Scully this is Kelly.”

“Hi,” Kelly replied. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“N … Nice to meet you, too.” Scully replied, looking like she had just come into a movie that was half over.

“Mulder,” Kelly said. “I have to go. See you later.” She made sure she touched my arm on the way out. Scully noticed.

The second she was gone, Scully whirled on me. “Mulder, who was that?” Scully asked.

“Kelly.” I tried to be a smartass, as always.

“C’mon, Mulder who is she? She looks just like -”

I didn’t want her to say it. “A friend. That’s all.” I told her. “You want that disk now?”

“No, I’d like to know who that woman is, Mulder.” she insisted.

“Someone I’ve been dating awhile.” I lied. To Scully. She knew it; I knew it.

“Where did you meet her?” Scully asked.

“I umm… I … Frohike introduced us.” Shit, where the hell did that come from?

“Frohike doesn’t know women like that. Nice try, Mulder,” she said.

“Why are you so interested in my private life, Scully?”

“I’m just curious. I would tell you if I was dating someone,” Scully admitted. “What’s the big secret? Why was she hiding?”

“She wasn’t hiding. She was getting dressed. Is that what you wanted to hear, Scully?”

She looked startled by my frank words. “Okay, Mulder you don’t have to draw me a picture,” she told me. “I just thought I had a right to know when my partner was dating someone that looked exactly like me.”

Dammit, she had to say it. I didn’t want her to ever meet Kelly. I knew she’d react this way. With questions. Questions I wasn’t prepared to answer. She had a look of disappointment on her face like I had committed the ultimate sin.

“I’m sorry I interrupted the two of you. Can I have that disk now?”

I took it off my desk and handed it to her.

“I hope you two are happy together,” she said on her way out.

I listened to her long, purposeful strides as they took her all the way down to the elevator.

No, we’re not, Scully. How can I be happy with a substitute?

***

“Intimate Deception: Disclosure” by Lisa

Scully hardly talked to me the next few days. Well, except for work-related stuff, of course.

I knew it was because of that night. I wasn’t going to bring anything up, since I didn’t want to explain the real reason I was seeing Kelly.

I feared I would have to pretty soon. The hurt and anger was hidden under her professionalism, but was threatening to come to the surface if pushed.

Last Friday, I left work early and Scully asked if I was seeing Kelly. I lied and told her yes. I hadn’t seen Kelly since that night, and I wasn’t planning to, either. Now that Scully knew my secret, I felt the relationship with Kelly shouldn’t continue. The guilt was too much for me now.

I saw the disappointment in her eyes again. Was it because she wanted to be the one I was with? Or because this woman was a Scully look-alike? I wanted to believe the former.

I should have known when Scully asked me to come over to her apartment for dinner that she was going to pump me for information about Kelly. I decided I was going to pretend it was a date. I couldn’t quite leave my fantasy world just yet.

She asked me questions about Kelly and I gave her vague answers, trying to prolong the inevitable as much as possible. I guess I’m a sadist, after all.

Until she said: “I guess you just secretly want to be dating me, right, Mulder?”

Scully didn’t realize she had just hit the nail on the head.

I took the bait. “I can’t, Scully. You won’t let me.”

She smiled. “C’mon, Mulder be serious.”

“How long are we going to play this game, Scully?” I asked.

“What game?” she replied, the smile fading. “What are you talking about, Mulder?”

“Ignoring the extent of our feelings for each other.” I knew I was pushing her, but felt I had nothing to lose now that she knew about Kelly.

“Of course I care about you, Mulder,” she told me.

I could tell this conversation was making her nervous. She was pushing the rest of her food around the plate, not looking at me. “Then why don’t you tell me? Better yet, show me.”

She got up from the table. “I’m sure Kelly does.”

I followed her into the living room. “Yes, she does.”

“That’s great, Mulder,” she told me. “That’s really great. I’m glad things are going so well. Maybe she’s the one for you.”

“No, Scully she’s not,” I said. “You’re the one I want. She’s just a substitute.”

Scully poured herself another glass of wine, this was her fourth glass, I thought. She did seem a little tipsy, and her next words confirmed it. “Maybe I should find someone who looks like you and then start seeing him, she said, her voice flippant. We could double date. Talk about an X-File, right?”

“Scully, did you hear what I said?” I took the glass out of her hand. “She’s just a substitute for you.” I reached for her arm.

“Don’t touch me, Mulder.” She pulled herself out of my grip. “Save that for your girlfriend.”

I set the wine glass on the counter. “She’s not my girlfriend, Scully,” I said a bit too loudly. “I’m paying for her to be with me. She’s an escort. I wanted her because she looks exactly like you. I’m paying her to be you. To dress like you. To do everything you won’t do for me.”

She walked away from me. Turned her back to me. I thought I could hear her crying. She didn’t say anything for a long time. I could hardly stand the silence.

“So that’s why she didn’t look as surprised as I was when we met,” Scully whispered finally.

“Scully, I -”

“Shut up, Mulder. Just shut up!” she yelled.

She faced me now. I could see the tears in her eyes. They startled me.

“You should have just asked me. It would’ve saved you a lot of money.” She began to unbutton her blouse.

“Scully, what are you doing?”

“Fulfilling your fantasy, Mulder,” she replied.

“Scully, you don’t have to -”

“This is what you want, right?” The shirt was tossed aside on the couch.

She was so close to me I could reach out and take her breasts in my hands. I wanted to make love to her right there on the couch. Right now. Her hands moved down to her pants.

“Scully, stop. Right now,” I demanded.

“Is this what you see me as, Mulder, some tramp parading around in her underwear?” She moved back from me just a little before continuing, “After all the time we’ve worked together and all we’ve accomplished as partners – it’s just been about sex? That’s all I mean to you?”

“You know that’s not true,” I said. “You can’t really believe that.”

I picked up her shirt from the couch. “Put this back on.”

She grabbed it from me, trying to button it quickly. “Get the hell out of my apartment. Now.”

“Scully -”

“Now, Mulder.” The tears she’d been holding back were now starting to roll down her cheeks.

I walked out the door just as I heard her start to cry for real.

****

I got to work the next day only to find out from Skinner that Scully wasn’t working on the X-Files with me. Skinner said she had requested a temporary assignment away from the X-Files, stating disagreements with me over a current case.

At first, I couldn’t believe she went behind my back like that. But then I realized — didn’t I do the same thing to her?

I needed an explanation from her. So when I ran into her towards the end of the day in my office, I cornered her, shutting the door before she could make a quick escape.

Scully looked up from her paperwork, a guilty look on her face. “I misplaced a few receipts for my expense report and thought they may be among your things.”

“I haven’t seen anything. If I run across some I’ll give … find a way to get them to you,” I told her. “Scully -”

She barely looked at me. “Mulder, I’m busy. I don’t want to get into this here.”

“Scully, I’m sorry. I don’t want you to leave the X-Files.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough, Mulder,” she said, her voice harsh. “I can’t stand to look at you right now, and I sure as hell don’t want to work with you.” She paused, and in a lower voice admitted, “I don’t know if I ever will be able to.” Then her voice turned scathing. “Why don’t you get your girlfriend over here? Since she’s pretending to be me – surely she can do my job, right?”

There was so much anger and hurt in her voice. What could I say to change it when I was the cause of it? I watched her walk out the door.

That was the last I saw of her, except an occasional glimpse in the hallways. Obviously, she kept finding ways to avoid returning to the X-Files. I was assigned a partner temporarily until Scully decided to return to me. In more ways than one. That looked less likely the longer we were apart.

In a way, I was happy that Kelly made her presence known that night. I didn’t have to keep this secret from Scully anymore. I no longer felt like I was cheating on her. For awhile I had both women; now I have neither.

I have no one to blame but myself. Once again I screwed up and it hurt Scully. Very much.

I thought she was going to open up to me one day when I found her in my office eating yogurt and doing paperwork.

“I thought you were out of town,” she said. “I’ll get my stuff together and leave you alone.”

Her eyes looked red like she had had been crying. “That’s all right.” It didn’t seem like her to cry at work, even if she was all alone down here. I decided to give it a shot and see if she would talk to me. “Scully, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Mulder.” She threw the container away and piled the papers into her arms quickly.

“Anytime you want to talk, just let me know.” I left it up to her to decide. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but just hurried to the elevator.

The following evening the phone rang and I heard: “Why, Mulder? If you can explain it to me then perhaps I can try to understand. I can’t promise anything, but -”

“I know, but all I want is a chance.”

****

“Intimate Deception: Reality” by Lisa

I had no idea where to begin. I’d thought about what to say to Scully all day. But how am I supposed to explain to the woman I love that I hired an escort to become her for my own pleasure?

It was too late now to wonder about that. I was standing outside her door, preparing myself for another scene like the previous one at her apartment.

At least now we’d be in the same room together. I would have preferred it if she’d yelled, screamed, or hit me. Anything was better than her silence.

I knocked on the door, and it only took her a few seconds to answer it. She looked like I was the last person she wanted to see today. I really couldn’t blame her, either.

She sat down on a chair. I planted myself on the couch opposite her and jumped in with both feet. “I got caught up in a fantasy.” It was the truth. I might as well admit it.

“It was much better than a magazine or video,” I went on. “It was a real person who would do what I asked. It was very much like sexual role playing.” If I was going to tell her the truth, I damned well better the whole truth.

I could see this was making her feel very uncomfortable. She wouldn’t look at me. Her hands were in her lap, where her attention was focused.

“But there was no sex involved.” She looked up at me. “It was more of a look, but don’t touch kind of game.”

“You didn’t have sex with her?” Scully asked, surprised.

“No,” I replied. “I felt that would be cheating on you.”

She looked like she was going to cry. I didn’t expect that. But I had to tell her everything. “Kelly … she gave me one blow job,” I admitted, the hardest words I could remember saying ever. “Only once. I wouldn’t let her do it again. I didn’t want that.”

I took a deep, steadying breath. “I was scared. Scared to let you know how I felt about you. You might have rejected me. Told me I wasn’t good enough for you. So I took the coward’s way out and found a stand-in who wouldn’t.”

She avoided my gaze. “Are you still seeing her?” Her voice was soft but steady.

“No. I don’t want an illusion anymore. I want the real thing.” I slid off the couch and slowly knelt on the floor in front of her. She didn’t shy away from me and I felt hopeful.

She began speaking again, in that same low, calm voice. “I wish you would have been honest with me,” she said. “That’s what I thought our relationship was based on. Honesty. You were deceiving me all this time, Mulder.” Without warning, she bolted out of the chair and away from me, and I sagged to the floor, discouraged.

“I know. I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think you’d ever find out.” I shouldn’t have said that; it wasn’t what I meant.

She spun around to face me again; her next words harsh. “How long would it have gone on if I hadn’t found out?” she demanded.

“I don’t know. I really don’t,” I answered, my gaze fixed on the striped upholstery of the armchair.

Her voice began to shake. “I want our relationship back, Mulder.” she said. “I miss being with you everyday. But how can I know you’re not hiding something else from me, Mulder? I want to be able to trust you again.”

Her eyes were filled with tears. Carefully, I climbed to my feet and moved toward her. “Scully …” I said coming towards her, gently. “Please don’t cry.” Cautiously, I slid my arms around her, gathering her close to me. She wasn’t resisting. “You can trust me, Scully,” I murmured into her hair.

She looked up at me. “I want to believe that again.”

I framed her face with my hands before saying softly: “I love you, Scully.” I kissed her. Just once, barely touching her lips. I wasn’t sure how she was going to react.

She whispered my name and then leaned in for what I hoped would be another kiss. It was. Longer. Slower. More passionate.

I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t make myself back away from her. I rained kisses over her face and neck. I thought I heard her moan my name, but couldn’t be sure. I was focused on undoing the first couple of buttons on her blouse.

Scully’s hands were pulling me closer while she took a few steps back, and we ended up against the wall.

I finished the remaining buttons on her blouse and it hung completely open. I should have asked her if it was all right, if I was allowed to touch her. But the temptation was too strong. My hands roamed over her breasts, followed by my mouth. I was on my knees before her voice registered in my brain.

“Mulder, stop,” she said. “Mulder …”

I got up. “Sorry, Scully.” I seemed to be saying that a lot lately. “I shouldn’t have let it get that far.” I turned away as she adjusted her top.

“I’ll come back to the X-Files,” Scully told me. “I’m … I’m just not ready for anything else yet.”

“Okay, I understand,” I said, relieved and grateful for at least that concession on her part. “Thanks for hearing me out.”

****

The next few weeks did get better. We eased back into working together. Scully smiled a few times. She even laughed at some of my jokes.

There weren’t any other physical displays of intimacy between us after that night at her apartment. I wasn’t going to initiate anything; the decision was up to her now. If I tried to push, she might feel I couldn’t be trusted. Then we’d be right back at the beginning again.

When Scully said she wasn’t ready for anything else yet, I wondered how long the yet would be. Tomorrow? Next week? Next year? I’m impatient. Those few touches weren’t enough. I knew they wouldn’t be. I’d never be able to get enough of her.

Instead, I kept telling myself, I should have been feeling lucky she agreed to come back to the X-Files after the stunt I pulled. I shouldn’t have been fantasizing about her all the time.

Like thinking she’d come into my motel room and crawl into bed with me or surprise me in the shower one evening when we were in some godforsaken small town with nothing to do.

It might never happen.

Then, one Friday afternoon at work, she asked me if I was going to be home later on, because she wanted to talk. I told her yes – I would have cancelled any plans anyway – and asked if she wanted to come over for dinner, but Scully was adamant about it just being to talk.

This couldn’t be good. No one says “we need to talk” and means something good will come from it. I really didn’t know what to think and just tried to put it out of my mind until she arrived.

She got to my place about nine o’ clock. I couldn’t tell what kind of mood she was in. Scully was hard to read many times.

She sat down at the chair to my desk. I sat on the couch, giving her my full attention.

“Mulder,” she began, “I’ve had a hard time these past few weeks trying to be able to trust you again. Even though it was your personal life and not work-related, I feel everything that you do affects me. We’ve been working together so long, it’s hard for me to distance myself at times.”

Distance? I wondered. I thought we were trying to become closer.

“I thought about you and her together,” she continued. “A lot. It troubled me that I had those thoughts. I finally had to admit it to myself. I was jealous. Jealous of the attention you were giving her; even though the two of you weren’t intimate, you spent time together, sharing my life with a complete stranger.” Scully said to me.

“Scully, what are you trying to tell me?”

“I can’t distance myself from you. It’s impossible. When you told me you were seeing her, I felt the bond we shared weakening.” She paused, then admitted, “It scared me. I don’t want to feel that way ever again.”

I moved closer to her, taking her hand in mine. “You won’t. I promise.”

“I believe you,” she said, leaning over to kiss me softly.

I didn’t know what to do. Last time I touched her, she pulled away.

“Mulder, I’m ready,” she whispered. “Ready to be with you.”

I pulled her up out of the chair and into my arms. We managed to stumble away from the table and into the middle of the room. This time she was wearing a shirt I was able to quickly pull it off over her head.

I moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, caressing the soft skin of her abdomen. My lips traveled along the back of her neck and shoulders, my voice telling her in soft murmurs how beautiful she was. How this was the way it was supposed to be between us.

Scully’s eyes were closed. I heard her murmur in agreement to what I was telling her. Her hands came over mine, holding them in place, lacing our fingers together.

I undid the fastening on her pants, sliding my hand over the material of her panties, hearing her breathe my name softly. “Not here. In the bedroom,” I whispered into her hair.

I helped her off with the pants and pantyhose until she was wearing only her bra and panties. In my bedroom. And it wasn’t a fantasy. It was real. Scully. Here with me.

“Mulder,” she whispered into my ear. “I love you, too.” I barely had time to let that sink in before she was working my t-shirt off, running her hands over my chest. They felt so warm.

Her lips met mine roughly, in a way I never imagined Scully would kiss me. One of her hands was working on getting my jeans off. I stepped back from her and pulled them off along with my boxer shorts.

Scully didn’t have time to look down as I pulled her against me, unhooking her bra and sliding my hands over her breasts, the nipples hardening under my palms. My mouth followed, moving over one breast then the other, sucking gently on the nipples.

I pulled my mouth away from her flushed skin. “Put your legs around me,” I said, sliding my hands down to cup her ass, lifting her against me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, bringing her face even with mine and we kissed deeply, her hands lacing through my hair.

Without breaking the kiss, I turned towards the bed and lowered us onto the mattress, pulling away as we landed. I swiftly worked her panties down and off, then sat back to take in the sight before me.

Her hair was spread out over the sheets, her face flushed with arousal. She looked beautiful. Better than I had imagined.

I eased two fingers inside of her. She was so wet. It made it even easier to work my hand against her, pumping my fingers in and out in a steady rhythm as her soft moans filled the bedroom.

I lowered my head between her legs, finding the right spot with my tongue. Scully arched her hips against me, then slid one leg over my shoulder as I continued to work my mouth against her, and my fingers inside her, the soft moans turning into whimpers. I didn’t think I’d ever hear her make sounds like that, and much less having me as the cause.

I felt her body shake as she sobbed my name. I eased her leg off my shoulder, settling on top of her trembling body.

“Mulder,” she breathed. “Mulder …”

I think I overwhelmed her.

I brushed some hair away from her face, my fingers trailing over her lips. Her eyes were closed, her breathing attempting to return to normal. I kissed her softly, my lips lingering on her face a few moments.

“Scully,” I whispered.

She opened her eyes slowly, winding her arms around my shoulders, drawing me closer.

I gently pushed myself inside her body, wondering how sensitive she still was from the orgasm. Scully arched up against me, bringing her legs around me pulling me deep into her warm body.

We couldn’t be any closer. This was the closest I could be to becoming one with her. Yet I still wanted more.

I began to move inside her, keeping up a steady rhythm in and out. Trying to hold out; make this last for her – wanting her to come as hard as before. I needed to hear her call out my name once again.

Scully was biting down on her lower lip and I thrust deep inside her one last time as she dug her nails into my back, crying out. I followed her, collapsing onto her. She held me tightly, stroking my hair. We stayed joined like that for awhile, neither having the strength nor the energy to move.

I smiled down at her. She smiled back, looking satisfied and sleepy. I gathered her next to me, following her into sleep.

****

I awakened many times through the night. I wasn’t used to the feeling of someone sleeping next to me. Scully had snuggled up beside me, her presence very safe and reassuring to me in the darkness.

I kept thinking about what she had said about the connection we shared. I felt it too. I had begun to take it for granted. I thought she would always be here with me no matter what, but she proved otherwise by leaving those few weeks.

Jealous. Weakened. Those were words I never expected to hear from her; let alone emotions she would feel. She always seemed so strong. So confident. But I knew the FBI Agent, not the woman underneath. Now that was going to change.

Scully will never have any more doubts about the strength of our bond ever again.

****

END

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