TITLE: Open Doors (Parts 1 and 2) AUTHOR: Eiluned E-MAIL ADDRESS: volcanogirl42@hotmail.com I live for feedback. :` DISTRIBUTION: Archive anywhere, just keep my name, addy and header with it, and drop me a note to let me know where it's going. I want to visit. DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me. I'm just using them for the sex that Chris Carter only dreams about. SPOILER WARNING: Two Fathers/One Son, Milagro RATING: NC-17 for explicit sex and language CLASSIFICATION: SR KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully romance SUMMARY: An open door... a silent invitation. AUTHOR’S NOTES: Whew! I am so worn out from writing this. I mean, literally, my hands are shaking. E-mail me and let me know if reading it is as intense as writing it was. ::shameless plea for feedback:: And thank you to everyone who sent me feedback on the first part. It really gave me the inspiration to spice this up. This is for Tobbie, Romantika and everyone else on RedSatinSheets who have been bugging me for a new bit o' DominantMulder. XxX There is an unspoken agreement between Scully and me. An open door is a sign of welcome. A connecting motel room door left ajar is an invitation to take if wanted. There's no worry about barging in. We don't even bother with knocking. If the door is open, we go right in. I came out of my bathroom after a long shower to see the connecting door wide open. In itself, this is not unusual. What is strange is the sound of Scully's shower echoing around the bare motel walls. I scrub my hair dry, wrapping the damp towel around my waist. It's really not big enough, but it covers the essential parts. I can't stop staring at the open door and wondering what lies beyond it. I've never seen such a blatant proposition from Scully. But what if it isn't an invitation? Maybe she just forgot to close the door. Maybe... I don't know. But I want to find out. I want to know why she's been so distant from me lately. I need to know what's going on in her mind. I tentatively step forward, again, again, until I am peering through the open door. Her room is empty, impeccably neat, except for a stray wisp of silk on her comforter. I tiptoe across the room and touch the mound of fabric, my fingers sliding over it as if it were liquid. Stockings. Sheer, black stockings. I feel my chest tighten as I pick up the silk, running it through my fingers. I lift them to my nose, inhaling the soft scent of Scully. The sharp clatter of a bar of soap impacting tile startles me and I drop her stockings onto the bed. I can hear her curse softly and the pitch of the water changes as she bends to retrieve the fallen soap. I can almost picture the water skimming over her back, tickling that tattoo that I've never seen, her symbol of defiance, her way of saying that she doesn't need me. I don't believe that. I think she needs me as much as she needs air. I know this because that's how much I need her. The pitch changes again and I imagine her face raised to the spray, water slicking her hair back. I wonder if she wants me as badly as I want her. I wonder if that was her intention when she left the door wide open. I walk silently to the back of the motel room, toward the little alcove that houses the sink. The wide mirror is fogged on the side facing the door to the WC. That can only mean one thing. I duck my head around the wall and my eyes widen. The bathroom door stands open, exposing the frosted glass shower door, identical to my own. Scully's shape is clearly outlined behind the pane, her back to the shower head, her arms raised above her head, elbows bent. I can see her pale breasts thrust forward with the arch of her back. I swallow hard, feeling the throb of arousal beginning deep in my groin. XxX Mulder is standing in the tiny space of my bathroom. I don't need to open my eyes to see him. I can hear his harsh breathing above the pounding water. I wonder what he's thinking about. Really, I'm wondering if he's thinking the same thing that I am. What the hell am I doing? I don't know exactly what I was thinking when I left these doors open. I just knew that I was sick to death of waiting. He's made so many moves, steps that I've halted with a turn of my head, a roll of my eyes, an unsubtle step away. Even words that came out colder than I'd intended. Or, worst of all, I ignored it. I left him waiting for my answer, for my acknowledgment. I never gave it. I was too fucking afraid. But I'm sick of fear. I have been scared for too long. I'm crawling out of the fortress I've built around myself, exposing myself to the storm. Go ahead, try to blow me down. At least I'm not a coward anymore. "Scully..." His voice startles me. I drop my arms to my sides, letting the water stream over my face, between my parted lips. I let out my breath, blowing the drops away from my mouth. Slowly, I turn toward the glass door, seeing his silhouette for the first time. He's standing with his legs apart, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. I can see white draped across his hips. "Scully," he repeats, his voice stronger, "Can I come in?" My heart starts to pound, doing a double-flip, loop-de-loop into my throat. I glance down to see my hands shaking. Steeling myself, I will them to stop quaking, and they do, once again laying calmly at my sides. "Yes." My voice sounds small against the thunder of the water. But Mulder hears me. He slides the door open, discarding his towel before stepping in. My eyes snap shut before I can see him. I'm hiding again, but I can't force myself out of the shell. I hear his footsteps splash in the water. I shiver at the sudden blast of cold air that accompanied him into my little haven. Goosebumps raise on my skin. His fingers brush over my arms, eliciting another shiver. "Are you cold?" he asks. I nod. He puts his fingers under my chin and lift my head. "Look at me, Scully," he says softly. I tentatively open my eyes and it's as if my breath has been sucked from my chest. I've seen Mulder naked before, but that was under different circumstances. Sick, shocky, never standing tall in my shower, touching me, his cock standing away from his body, eager to touch me. God, he's so beautiful. "Tell me what you want, Scully. Tell me why you left the doors open," he continues, his voice deepening. "I don't want to deny myself any more, Mulder," I tell him, my eyes locked to his, "Or you. I've been denying you for so long. I was just afraid." "Of me?" I can see the hurt in his eyes. "Of what might happen. I was so scared of losing you. I was afraid..." I pause to take a gulping breath, "I was afraid that you would leave me, and I couldn't handle that, Mulder. I couldn't." "I will never leave you, Scully." "But you do. You abandon me at the drop of a hat. You don't listen to me. You don't trust me." "Why do you say that?" "You never told me the truth. About her. And you refused to hear me when I tried to tell you about what I'd found." "You think I still love her." Breaking my eyes from his, I nod. I hear him sigh heavily, leaning against the fiberglass wall. "Scully, I may still care for her, but it's not what you think. I don't love her, Scully. I haven't in years. And what I did feel for her... Scully, she couldn't hold a candle to you. She never will." My throat contracts painfully and my eyes burn with unshed tears. "I... I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. Everything... it's just so hard to grasp. I don't know what else to say," he continues. I nod, tears sliding down my cheeks, mingling with the water. "Mulder..." I begin. "I need you to tell me something, Scully. Is what Padgett said true?" XxX End Part One XxX My throat grabs as Mulder's words. I know I need to tell him, tell him everything, but I can't seem to put two words together. My hands begin to shake again, and he reaches out, threading his fingers through mine. "Please, Scully," he whispers, "I need you to tell me. You can tell me anything." His soft words bolster my confidence. I grip his hands tightly, drawing strength from him. "It is true, Mulder. I wouldn't have opened the doors otherwise," I raise my eyes to his, watching the irises shift to a soft shade of green, "And now, I need to know Mulder." He nods slowly and lets go of my hands. For a moment, I am afraid that he is going to leave me here after I just bared my heart to him. My chest aches at the thought. But he brings his hands up to cup my face, his fingers burying themselves in my wet hair. He moves closer to me, close enough for me to feel his breath on my face. "I wouldn't have walked through that door if I didn't." I barely have time to register his words before his lips are crushing mine. One arm slides around my back, pulling me against him. The contact of skin against skin is heavenly. I feel like I'm going to turn into a rubbery mass in his arms. His tongue slides across my lower lip, begging for entrance. I grant it, parting my lips so he can explore my mouth. His tongue grazes mine once, then parries, daring me to follow. Well, I certainly can't refuse that offer. I chase his tongue into his mouth, sweeping mine over his palate. Mulder smiles against my lips, rubbing his hand over my back, his fingers working out the tension there. My hands come to rest flat on his shoulders. I drag them down his chest, my fingertips barely brushing his nipples. He groans into my mouth, tipping my head back to give him better access. His lips leave mine, burning a trail across my cheek, over my jaw, down to nip at my throat. I moan impatiently, dipping my own head to take a nice, long taste of his shoulder. He moves his attack to my ear, sucking on my earlobe before flicking his tongue over the little sensitive area just below. I gasp, my back arching, my entire body pressing into his. His erection is hot and hard, and he thrusts it against my hip, slipping around in the shower wetness. "Mmm, Mulderrrrr..." I groan, rubbing myself against him. He surprises me by grabbing my hips and lifting me up to perch on the narrow shelf. I can't suppress a shriek of surprise that echoes off of the tile walls. Mulder grins wickedly at me, stepping under the spray, letting the water flow over his honey gold skin. I draw in a shaky breath as I watch the sheet of liquid trail down his body. My eyes fall on his dark groin and I find myself slipping off of the shelf before I even realize it. "Hey," he admonishes, "Where do you think you're going?" I don't answer, just drop to my knees in front of him. His eyes practically glow when he realizes my intention. "Let me?" I ask, reaching around to cup his nice, rounded ass. "Mmm... I guess so..." he teases. My lips curve up into a lascivious grin. I have been dreaming of this moment for years, trying to imagine what his cock would taste like in my mouth. I run my fingertips over his hipbones, one of my favorite places on a man's body. Mulder has very nice hipbones. They protrude just enough, but not to the point of looking scrawny. I run my lips over the wet skin of his stomach, dipping my tongue into his navel. He jerks and I quickly move on, planting a line of continuous kisses over the flat, rippling muscles. His hands come to rest on the back of my head, trying to gently guide me to where he wants my mouth most, but I resist, darting my tongue out to circle his hipbone. He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and I take pity on him, moving until my lips are resting on the tip of his cock. I trace the slit on his head with my tongue, lapping up the saltiness that seeps out. All of the air leaves his lungs in a long, shuddery breath. His fingers weave through my hair, gripping the strands tightly. I lick my lips and begin a slow, torturous descent, swirling my tongue around his circumference (which is quite generous, I think giddily), tracing the ridge under the head. I take his cock in deeper, curving my tongue to cradle the underside, letting him slip down into my throat. Oh, my God, he's so big. I certainly can't fit all of him into my mouth. I have entirely too sensitive a gag reflex. So, I satisfy myself and him by wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, gripping him loosely, sliding my fist up with every stroke of my mouth. Mulder is moaning continuously now, creating a divine symphony of sound, filling the confines of the shower and spilling out into the room like an overflowing dam. I give a bit of suction, hollowing my cheeks, and back off until just his head is between my lips. I love the way Mulder tastes. He tastes tangy, a bit metallic, and like the water falling around us. I flick my tongue over the little indention just below his head and he gasps hard, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Scully... get up," he orders hazily. I give him one last nip before rising to my feet. He eagerly plunges his tongue into my mouth, his hands hooking under my ass. He lifts me to the shelf again and insinuates himself between my legs. His lips leave mine, traveling steadily down my body, making a few brief stops to suckle my breasts. Now my hands are tangled in his hair, clutching hard in anticipation of what he will do next. He mimics my earlier move, burrowing his tongue into my belly button, and I slap him away playfully. "That tickles," I scold, slightly disappointed that my voice holds no hint of rebuke. "Mmm, ticklish. I'll remember that," he mumbles against my belly. Mulder's hands have moved to my knees and now he's forcing them apart. Well, I wouldn't call it forcing, considering that I willingly submit. He kneels down, the hot spray rushing over his back. He looks up at me with this impenetrable expression, his eyes dark and dilated. "You're mine," he growls. He slides the flat of his tongue over my sex once, then pulls back to look at me again. I can't close my eyes, no matter how much I want to. I'd love to retreat into the fantasy world afforded by closed lids, but I don't need to. Everything I have ever fantasized about since the day I met Mulder is kneeling with his face between my legs right now. I'd much rather watch that. He gives my inner thigh a light nip. "You like hearing that, don't you, Scully?" he continues, skimming his tongue over me more slowly. "Ohhh..." He squeezes my thigh to get my attention. "Do you like it?" he asks forcefully. "Oh, yes..." I moan. He gets this little satisfied smile on his face before delving in to my sex full force. I tighten up at the first thrust of his tongue, my body coiling like an overspun spring. He tightens his grip on my legs, holding them apart, and continues his assault of lips and tongue and teeth. I'm sure I'm making enough noise to wake the dead, but right now, I don't give a damn. Mulder is fucking me with his tongue, pushing in as far as he can go and sliding wetly out to lap at my clit. His hands slide back to my ass, pulling me as far forward as I can go without falling off of my precarious seat, and buries his face between my thighs, moving his nose over my clit, bathing my folds with his tongue. I clench up when he slips two fingers inside me and focuses his ministrations on my overactive bundle of nerves. A few hard flicks, then a soothing caress, followed by a sharp nip that leaves me gasping. He keeps going on and on in this excruciating pattern until I feel like my body might spontaneously combust. The moans and gasps I'd been emitting throughout this oral torture change suddenly into a throaty keening. I'm almost there, and I tell him so in broken words. "Ohh, Mulder...mmmI'm gonna come...Oh, yeah...don't stop...I'mgonnacome!" my voice raises sharply on the last jumble of words. And then the sonofabitch stops. He stops and stands up, pushing the shower head away from us to drench the glass door. I'm about to start beating him over the head with my shampoo bottle when he turns back to me, his look one of feral lust. He languidly licks my taste from his swollen lips. Ohhh, am I gonna get fucked. "Now, Scully," he rumbles, spreading my legs wide, "I'm gonna fuck you until you come." The words alone are almost enough, and my sex contracts in a mini-orgasm. He slides catlike against my body, his cock playing in the wetness he's created. He reaches down between us and I look down with him, eager to watch him take me. He takes his cock into his hand and guides it to my entrance, the thick head pushing past my restraints. His head falls back as he slowly pushes into me, but I am enraptured by the sight of his solid, flushed cock disappearing inside of me. With no warning, he thrusts hard, burying himself to the hilt. I look up from the meeting of black and red into his lust-filled eyes, a cry forced out of me. He leans forward and captures my mouth in a kiss, his lips searing mine with their desire. After an eternity, he pulls back and looks me in the eye. "Bring yourself off, Scully," he commands, his voice choked, "Come for me." I lean back against the slick wall, bracing my hands on the thoughtful handrails and start grinding my hips against his. I barely move on his cock, but my clit is brushing against his coarse pubic hair and with every thrust, I feel it building in me again. His eyes lower to slits of black as he watches me ride him. I squeeze him tightly inside of me on an out stroke and his eyes close all together, if only for a second. Then he's wide awake and watching me, willing me to climax. My hips involuntarily start to move faster, rubbing my sex against him harder, with more force and vigor. Oh, yes, I can feel it now. Building up in my limbs, twisting up in my belly, coming over my womb in burning waves. The keening starts again, pouring out of my throat like an aria. I reach down and seize Mulder's hips, pulling him hard against me. He finishes me off with a grinding thrust of his cock. I cry out so loud that my ears are ringing, but I'm not really paying attention to that. My entire body is wracked with spasms that continue on like they're never going to stop. Mulder keeps up his slow movements, drawing more and more out of me, keeping me in that glorious freefall for what feels like an eternity. Then he starts thrusting like a madman, pounding into me hard, pushing me back against the fiberglass. His harsh breaths turn into deep groans as he drives into me, desperately seeking his own release. Coming back to my senses, I cup his ass, pulling him against me harder, rotating my hips in a counter rhythm to his. His moans become louder and he enfolds me completely, pressing his entire body against mine. I arch back, thrusting my breasts toward him. "Come on, Mulder," I encourage, keeping up with his fierce cadence, "I want you to come for me." He gasps, dipping his head to draw a nipple between his lips. I moan, thrusting against him, trying to put a new twist into my hips. Whatever I did must have really done the trick. Mulder stiffens, sucking my nipple hard, and I can feel his cock grow and throb inside of me. He lets go of my breast, pressing his face into the curve of my neck, sobbing his pleasure. He comes into me in thick, liquid pulses that flow over us both. "Oh, God! Scully... Scully... I love you..." his last words echo through my consciousness, binding me to him more tightly than any rope ever could. XxX I slowly regain my senses. Scully is clinging to me like I'm her life line, and I'm holding her just as tightly. I feel her tears, hot, mingling with my own as they trail down between our bodies. I know they are tears of joy. I have never felt this exhilarated, this content before in my life. I slowly draw back, letting her slide down my body. I make sure our legs will support us before I shut off the cooling water. Scully looks up at me with bliss mirrored in her eyes. "Mulder, I love you," she whispers, then repeats it louder, "I love you." My heart feels like it will break in my chest. Sometimes happiness feels a lot like pain. "I love you," I answer her, holding her face in my hands. The doors have been flung open, letting the storms of both of us in. And as I hold Scully in my arms, reliving the intense sensation of loving her, I vow never to close my doors to her again. XxX End XxX