Date: Wed, 21 Jan 1998 10:09:16 -0500 From: Chara@healthshare.com (Chara Williams) Subject: HardCore UFOs pt 1 Title: HardCore UFOs Author: Chara Williams Email: charaw@ix.netcom.com Rating: NC-17 Classification: SR Spoilers: Small Potatoes Keywords: Scully/Other Minor Slash. Scully/Mulder. Summary: Mulder confronts Scully with his jealousy over seeing her kiss one of his contacts. Revelations and sex ensue. ---------------------- Disclaimer etc. (Almost) All Characters copyright of TenThirteen Productions and Chris Carter. No infringement intended on any part. Only vicarious enjoyment. Feel free to let me know what you think. Thanks. ------------------------ HardCore UFOs (1/2) by Chara Williams charaw@ix.netcom.com "Are you amplified to rock? Are you hoping for a contact? I'll be with you, without you, again." --Guided By Voices "HardCore UFOs" 11:23 p.m. The Bug Jar Rochester, NY They sat at the bar and sipped their drinks. Coke and Coke respectively. Scully glanced sardonically at the carbonation as it bubbled up and around the ice-- she always admired both of their abilities to branch out and try something new. She tugged on her straw and went back to watching the room. The lighting was bad, the band just kept playing no matter how many times she sighed, hoping that that was the last song. The crowd moved erratically, not a crowd at all but a thousand separate entities, each pulsing to some internal rhythm that matched no one else's and produced, to Scully's eye at least, utter chaos. She was starting to feel uncomfortable, which, coupled with her already present annoyance, reduced her to a constant glare. Towards her soda, the bar, the band, and especially towards Mulder. Her partner had, of course, dragged her here with little warning and even less information: she knew they were waiting for some contact to take them somewhere and show them something. The absolute layer of sound that held the bar captive kept her from asking more. She had no desire to have a screaming conversation with Mulder about some doubtlessly insane conspiracy plot or supernatural phenomenon. It was hard enough taking that shit in at acceptable decibels. she thought. She knew from experience it was better to go along with him from the beginning because if she didn't she'd eventually get the panicked phone call and have to piece together what was going on through Mulder's convoluted, extremely partial descriptions rather than her own observation. So she had come with him to avoid the inevitable. But still. Her frustration with the man was at an all time high this week, and she was goddamn sure this was going to amount to nothing. If he himself knew anything close to what was going on he would have prepared at least a minimal background file for them to work from. But as it were, they were at a bar with no contact in sight and no case really to speak of. She was jerked out of her thought by Mulder's hand on her shoulder. He had straightened up on his bar stool, looked at her with excited, intense eyes, then towards a woman moving through the crowd, moving smoothly and glancing up at them from time to time, then away and down. She shifted in and out of Scully's line of vision, each sighting bringing her closer and closer to them. The woman zeroed in on Mulder. She took her own damn time though, and had practically worked Mulder into a tizzy trying to track her through the thickening crowd. Or as much of a tizzy as Mulder was capable of experiencing. He shifted up onto his toes and back to his heels, moved his head with his eyes left and right, sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and held it with his teeth. No one else would have noticed his anticipation, noticed the bite marks down his straw, the number of times he stroked his chin. But Scully felt his every twitch in the core of her being, and was about to kill him. To slam him into his seat and order him to stop fidgeting or she would have to medicate him. Finally, the woman was at his side, opposite Scully. Mulder leaned into her ear and shouted something, then stepped back from the bar so that the two woman faced each other unobstructed. Mulder shouted to his contact again, glanced toward Scully. Scully nodded her head towards the woman and assumed that Mulder's breath in her ear was the woman's name. She neglected to hear it though, neglected to even try to hear it. She watched Mulder shift back to his contact, watched her grab his arm and lean closer to him. Her hand moved to the back of his neck. Mulder tensed and smiled. Then his lips parted and the shouting resumed. Scully gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes, looked disinterestedly to the side while the two attempted conversation. A minute later, the woman moved away from him, back into the crowd. Mulder sat down onto the stool and slid up against Scully, brushing his arm against her back and grabbing onto the edge of her seat. He turned to her ear and shouted, Scully strained to hear. "What?" "I said she" suddenly the song ended and Mulder's voice boomed into her ear, "she said, oh sorry, is this music ever really going to end? She said she couldn't hear what I was saying and to meet her outside in 15 minutes. She has somewhere to take us." "Great. Do you have any idea where?" "Ummm, no not really. But I thought she was going to kiss me for a minute there when she grabbed my neck. So maybe it will be someplace, umm, kinky." He raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Like your local video store? Really, Mulder. I can't believe this... I'm going to the restroom. Don't leave without me." "Now, would I ever do that Agent Scully?" He grinned sheepishly. Scully rolled her eyes. "No, *Fox*, I guess you wouldn't." Mulder grimaced and looked curiously at her. She shoved him off of her shoulder, got up and started threading her way through the bodies to the bathroom. The door to the restroom was in a small alcove that drowned the sound slightly when Scully stepped into it. The bathroom itself provided even more of a buffer as the door swung shut, put a few inches of wood and even a few more inches of plaster between herself and the speakers. Scully exhaled, thankful for the slight peace and quiet. The bathroom was dark and grey, the stalls scribbled on, the tampon dispenser broken open and raided, the fawcets leaking from their base all over the counter top. Scully leaned her hands against a dry edge and stared at herself in the mirror. She stood up straight and tucked her hair behind those same ears, smiled. "'Would I ever do that'. Oh Agent Mulder you are going to pay for this one." She opened the door and the sound crashed back into her, became part of her body once more. She breathed deeply, breathed the smoke and heat and sweat, exhaled and stepped into the alcove. Stepped right into Mulder's contact. The woman stumbled backwards, then caught herself, stared at Scully and smiled. "Sorry, I didn't see you" Scully barely managed the apology, annoyed with herself for not noticing the woman, annoyed with the woman for just being there. "Don't worry about it. Hey, I can almost hear everything you're saying back here." Her voice was smooth and low. It came out of her mouth in a lopsided grin. Scully had been too preoccupied with her frustration towards Mulder to take much of the woman in before, but now that they were going on a joyride with her, she thought she'd better assess her driver. The woman was a few inches taller than herself, and dressed like a boy. She had on thick soled shoes, dark blue straight up and down cords and a button down wide collared shirt. She was average build, with narrow hips and wide shoulders. Dark hair, short, falling over her brow. Pale skin, thin lips. Brown eyes that were hooded and smiling at her. Scully started as she realized the woman was watching her watch her, that she had lingered much longer than she should have. She blinked and cleared her throat. "So, what is it that you have to tell us that we should be so interested in?" But the questioned was drowned out. The music had taken over again. The woman moved in closer to Scully's ear, hair falling over her eyes and against Scully's cheek. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Her breath was soft and hot, hotter than Scully had anticipated. She was torn between moving into the voice or away from the heat. Scully's eyes tightened and body controlled. "I said, what do you have to talk to us about?" "I'll let you know when we get to where I am taking you." Scully tensed. She wasn't sure if she liked this situation. The woman was making her edgy. Her shoulders were cramping and she was tired of shouting. "If you want us to go along with you, you better give us a reason." The woman nodded her head closer and moved back to Scully's ear. "What exactly do you want me to say, Dana? What reason do you need?" Her name. Her heart stopped. Her cheeks flushed. She blinked hard. Why would a question, a voice, (her name), floor her? Then she realized it wasn't the voice, it was the touch. The woman's left fingertips were against her neck, lightly holding her pulse. "Just tell me what you want." The woman's nose had nudged Scully's slightly as she moved away from her ear, and Scully could not believe the shudder that jerked through her stomach, would not accept it's intensity or reality. Scully turned her head slightly, winced, stepped away. "I want to know your name and what you are doing here." Her voice was steady, monotone. "Geraldine. Pleased to meet you. Although I thought we had already been introduced." Scully smiled at the name. So old fashioned. It conjured up images of green fields and open skies. Geraldine moved closer, sensing her softening. She touched Scully's neck again, moved her face towards her own, and furrowed her brow. "I'm here because you want me to be." The breath was on Scully's lips this time. Eyes locked on hers. When Geraldine's voice stopped, Scully saw the smirk in her eyes and looked down unconsciously at her mouth. "No, I don't." Geraldine looked down also, licked her lips. The tip of her tongue barely grazed Scully's own lips. Scully involuntarily moved towards this, having no control over her response. She was asphyxiated by the other, the heat of her body consuming her, drowning out the buzz in her ears, filling her head with fuzziness and stomach with twitches. Geraldine's other hand moved to Scully's face and tangled into her hair. Dark red against pale white, the tugging on her scalp soothing while it inflamed. Scully looked up again into Geraldine's eyes, and Geraldine's lips grabbed onto Scully's, her hot tongue pushing into the agent's mouth. A mild sense of panic swept momentarily over Scully. Followed by overwhelming desire. She moved her head to the right and answered Geraldine's kiss with her own, her tongue probing deep into the woman's mouth, hungry for it's warmth. Her hands move to Geraldine's waist and softly up her spine, to her neck, the back of head, pushing the kiss deeper and harder into her. They were lost for a minute, locked in the kiss. Two minutes. Then Geraldine pulled back and smiled, looked into Scully's blazing ice blue eyes. And it wasn't Mulder's goofy smile. Or apologetic smile. Or teasing smile. It was Geraldine's, and it was blatant, raw desire. Scully shook her head and stepped back. Smiled back. But with shyness and flushed cheeks. Geraldine released Scully's face, slid her hands down the agent's arms, pushed her hair back from her forehead, and slipped around the corner into the crowd. At the bar, Mulder sat with his jaw in his lap, in utter disbelief at what he had just witnessed Agent Scully, his Agent Scully, do. In this unbelievably packed bar. In plain site of everyone. With someone, a woman, she didn't even know. And now he had to pull himself together and go for a joyride with them both. -------------- end HCU's (1/2) HardCore UFOs (2/2) by Chara Williams charaw@ix.netcom.com "Count the days that we have wasted from the start. Speak the words and build a playground in your head..." -GBV "HardCore UFOs" They had driven practically two hours round trip, seen the moving lights in sky above the rural field, the wide, bone white patterns scorched into the earth near by. Been subjected to less aggravating but still persistent music in the car, enigmatic distracting conversation which caused Scully to fidget in the front seat and Mulder to mope in the back. And received few if any straight answers before being dropped back off at their car at around 3:00 a.m. Geraldine said she'd find them tomorrow if they liked. Mulder said fine, slumped into the left seat of the rent-a-car and drove them the few miles to their motel. "So what do think Mulder?" Mulder grunted and squinted his eyes. "You didn't seem that thrilled with what Geraldine showed us. I expected a little more reaction from you. Or any reaction." Scully paused. Mulder was silent. The street lamps flashed by. "Those patterns on the ground reminded me of similar markings I've seen photos of in the English countryside. You know, the horses and that painfully virile Hercules everyone is off their rocker about. Mulder?" Mulder rubbed his eyes and pulled into the motel parking lot. "I'm tired Scully. And I've had a little too much aural input for the evening. I just want to go to bed and think about it in the morning." "Well, all right Mr. Sunshine. It's just you seemed ready and raring to go back at the Bug Jar. And this is your flight of fancy, not mine." Mulder ground his teeth and got out of the car. Scully followed, shutting the door behind her lightly and twisting on her heels towards the rear of the vehicle. They grabbed their suitcases from the trunk and checked in. Then trudged back outside and up to their second floor rooms. "Night Mulder." Scully pushed her key into the lock and turned the knob. It clicked back and forth but wouldn't open. "Damn motel locks." Her arms were full, not making the maneuvering any easier. Mulder had his door open, dropped his luggage inside, watched Scully struggle for a minute, unwilling to put anything down and admit she needed two hands. Finally, he walked over and grabbed her suitcase from her. She glared at him, and with her now free hand jiggled the lock, and forced the door open with a gratifying whoosh. She stepped inside and unloaded what she had under her arms on the floor in front of her. Mulder followed, tossing the suitcase onto the bed. "Thanks G-man. I'd tip you but I already bought you a Coke back there. Wouldn't want you to think I'm easy." Mulder scoffed. "You're awfully chipper tonight Scully. Considering you almost bit my head off a few hours ago at the bar." "Well you know what a little alien sighting here and there can do to improve my day." Scully bounced down onto the bed and tossed off her shoes, unable to stop smiling. She glanced up at Mulder and her grin melted away. He was hovering near the door, staring at her, looking weary and tired. She always softened at this vulnerability, knowing that she alone was allowed to see it. And so she was able to forgive a lot more than she thought herself capable of. "What's wrong Mulder?" Her voice was quiet and concerned. "How could you Scully? How could you let her kiss you like that?" She was startled by his accusation, wanted immediately to deny it. But then remembered she couldn't. She had let Geraldine kiss her. In sight of every person in the bar. And she had loved it, it had made her giddy. "I... I don't know Mulder. Because she wanted to. I guess because I wanted her to also." Her cheeks were on fire. "Were you watching the whole time?" She could live with the nameless masses in the Bug Jar witnessing her abandonment she supposed, but *Mulder* had watched her, watched her make out with a total stranger. "I don't understand Scully. It seems lately that every case we work on you let some asshole stranger put their tongue in your mouth with barely a sentence passed between you." Mulder flung the words at her, deliberately trying to hurt. "What the hell are you talking about Mulder?" "It was less than a month ago that I stormed in on you and Eddie Van Blundht. He was practically salivating down your throat. Before that of course was Ed Jerse. I can't say exactly what *he* did to you, but I do know you ended up with quite a tattoo to show for it. And now this woman, my contact, who you have never met before runs into you on the way to the bathroom and you let her apologize by mauling you. I mean what does it take to get into Dana Scully's *pants* these days? A blindfold so not only do you not know who they are but you can't even see what they look like?" "Damnit Mulder that's none of your business and I think you should just shut the hell up and get control of yourself. Not that I owe you any explanation, and not that I can even explain at all, but Geraldine just kissed me. She was beautiful, and close, and warm, and she kissed me. That caught me off guard, Mulder. It made me feel something I haven't allowed myself to feel for a long time. So excuse for taking a few minutes out of my life to not think about the X-Files and enjoy the fact that someone was interested in me, that someone just all out wanted me. You know that's a good feeling, at least I hope you know. I liked it Mulder. So why the hell should I take this from you? I don't owe you anything." "Yes you do Scully. You owe me something. I mean, how could you let those losers kiss you, when they don't even know you, they don't even care..." "First of all, Geraldine wasn't such a 'loser' when you thought she was going to kiss you. In fact, she had you down right in a tizzy. So if this is just jealousy get over it. And second..." "Fine fine. Geraldine isn't a loser. But you still don't know her. And Eddie Van Blundht for Christ's sake..." "Mulder. You know goddamn well I wasn't about to kiss Eddie Van Blundht. I was about to kiss you." Mulder was silent. He rubbed the back of his neck, gnawed on his bottom lip, then moved slowly towards her, sat down next to her on the bed. She watched him exhale, loosen his tie, and she wanted to grab the knot, choke it up, and wring his neck with it. She was seething with a hundred different emotions she couldn't quite categorize, and somehow she thought strangling him might be a solution. He lifted his eyes to hers. "Scully, I have known for you going on five years now. Been your partner and your friend, shared my life and my demons with you. And for that I am sorry and I am thankful. But tonight, watching you kiss her, watching you clearly enjoy kissing her... I don't feel like I know you at all. What am I lacking Scully, that after all these years you can't give me what you gave a person you met for one minute tonight?" Scully blinked, trying to process what her partner was saying. Her mouth was suddenly very dry. "Oh God, Mulder. You wear me out. Don't you see I have already given you every part of myself a million times over. You just haven't ever bothered to take it." Scully rubbed her eyes and fell back on the bed. Her chest was tight, her breathing constricted, her stomach a hollow sickening mess. She left her hand over her eyes and squeezed the lids tight. The pressure in her ears was like a mass of insects buzzing inside, the imprint of the lights from the field still blazed across her retinas. "Mulder, maybe we should talk about this in the morning." She listened to him breath softly for a minute. "Maybe we shouldn't *talk* at all." His voice was low and gravelly. She felt the bed shift, began to take her hand from her eyes. As she did she caught a glimpse of his body moving towards her, then his hand replaced her own, blinded her again. "Mulder..." "I said no talking." His breath was warm on her cheek, his words, soft, caught in his throat, caught in her belly, untied the knots and retied them in a completely different way. She could smell his skin: a mixture of aftershave, smoke, and him. The dark smell of his body. Her mind reeled. The pressure of his hand lessened, and in a flash was replaced by silk. He lifted the back of her head slightly and wrapped his tie around it, twisting it at the side so she could lay her head on the bed without the bulk of the knot under it. "Mulder, what are you..." she reached up to yank it off, and he grabbed her wrists, pushed them down onto the bed. His cheek brushed against her chin and up the line of her jaw. His lips grazed her ear. "Dana, I want you so badly." As he spoke his voice broke past the din left from the night of noise, and the sound of her name from his lips ended all protest she could possibly offer. "I'm going to let go of your wrists now. Don't move." She felt his fingers on the top buttons of her blouse, undoing them slowly, avoiding all contact with her skin. Shivers raced through her spine and into her shoulders as he released the bottom button and pushed the silky material to her sides. His breath was on her stomach, moving up her body. His lips brushed her collarbone, and she inadvertently arched up into them, drawing her breath in sharply. He kissed her again, this time in the hollow at the base of her neck, then ran his tongue up her collarbone, and bit her lightly on the side of her neck. She moved her hands to his head and tangled her fingers in his hair as he continued kissing and biting and licking. Her skin ached everytime he released it from his jaws and his lips. And shivered everytime he found a new spot to taste. She visualized the slight rosy welts that must be scattered across her arms and neck by now, smiled, and bit her own lip. "My what sharp teeth you have Mulder." Mulder only hesistated a moment. "The better to eat you with my dear." "Is that a promise?" "Wait and see." The gravel in his voice, the warmth of his touch, the softness of his hair between her fingers, turned the black void in front of her eyes into pulses of red; tiny dots that expanded into huge, hollow circles in her mind, expanded to the beat of her breath, the beat of her heart as it pounded in her chest. The bed creaked, and she felt Mulder shift. He lifted his long frame and slid over her right side, nestled in between her legs. His body rested on top of hers for a moment. Then his lips touched her breast, and he lifted his torso up, the bed depressing with the weight on his wrists. Scully's hands fell away from his head as he rose and simultaneously ground his hips into hers, his erection hard against her. He moved downwards, still pushing into her, his cock tracing the length of her vagina as he knelt on the floor. His fingers were at her waist, undoing her pants, then pulling them off of her body. He touched her feet, grasped her ankles, and ran his hands up the outside of her legs. She felt his breath against her inner thigh, and her own breath quickened; her lips parted and tongue darted out to moisten them. She had never allowed anyone such control over her. Somehow not seeing made it easy. And the fact that it was Mulder made it unbelievably easy. Mulder was between her legs, breathing into the core of her, the silk of her panties the only boundary between them. She started to writhe in anticipation. She felt him brace himself again to move. His hands continued past her thighs to her hips and back, pulling her up slightly and sliding her blouse off completely this time. Before laying her back down, he undid her bra and removed that as well, then grasped her waist and pulled her towards him, so her hips were half off the bed. He then straightened up on his knees and slid along her body, his clothing chafing her naked skin, his lips kissing her pale stomach, his teeth biting a rib, his hands rubbing her sides. He stopped when the tip of his penis was against the opening of her vagina, pushing the panties into her wetness. The pressure of his cock against her shot a wave of pure pleasure through her pelvis, causing her to buck into him. She felt him smile and exhale sharply at this as he kissed her, and in return he closed his mouth on her right nipple. Scully arched into him as he sucked and nibbled, simultaneously teasing the left nipple with his fingers. "Fox..." His name escaped her in a moan. Mulder groaned in response, deep in his throat, and sucked harder on her nipple, then pulled back. Cold air hit Scully's overly sensitized, wet skin, and she recoiled. Just as she did so, she felt his body weight fully on her, and his mouth suddenly grasp hers. He thrust his tongue between her lips and she tilted her head up to him, answered his kiss with her own hot tongue, unable to get her jaw wide enough, unable to get her lips close enough to his. She sucked his tongue in and bit his bottom lip, grasped the back of head and crushed him to her. His hands were on her breasts and neck and face and cheeks. "Oh, Dana." He breathed the words into her, then sealed her mouth with his for a moment longer. When he pulled away, she growled and tried to follow, but he held her arms down and she relaxed back on the bed. "Mulder, please..." Her words were full of want, and in response he nestled his head in the curve of her neck, his hair falling against her, tickling her shoulder, and kissed her lightly. Then his hands were on her underwear, sliding them off of her, his lips on her thighs again, his breathing more audible, rasping, hot against her. He smoothed his hand up over her vagina and parted the lips with his fingers. She arched her hips to him, and his tongue grazed her clitoris, causing her to cry out. He shifted his hand to the side and entered her vagina gently and shallowly with his thumb, while the rest of his fingers curved around her inner thigh, resting against her pelvis. He then began to suck her clit, his tongue lightly circling the nub of nerves slowly at first, then, finding her rhythm as she thrust her hips into him, quickening. His thumb pressed the rhythm into her vagina in time with his mouth, feeling the wetness and heat increase inside her. Scully groaned. The pressure was surging through her insides, electricity aching to be released. Her entire lower body was on fire, expanding in surges with Mulder's every move, every lick and suck and push. She squeezed her eyes and felt the pulse in her temples and jaw, squeezed her eyes and begged her body to end this torture, the sweetness verging on sickness. Head back, mouth open, she writhed against him, grinding his thumb deeper into her body. Suddenly, she felt herself move closer, felt the unbearable ache skip a beat and settle in her mind, and she knew she was going to come. Her insides contracted, waves rolled through her full of warmth and intensity. She let them go, let them consume her body completely, move through and dissipate, rock and shake her until finally they were all gone. Then she smiled, reached up and removed the blindfold. At her knees, Mulder was smiling back. "That was so beautiful to watch Dana. You are so beautiful." His grin was wide and eyes were soft. Her cheeks flushed and she laughed softly. "Shut up Mulder." She sat up and grabbed his collar, pulled him up onto the bed beside her. "Remember no talking. It's my turn. And you have too many clothes on." Scully pushed him onto his back and attacked his mouth and buttons. She kissed him fiercely as her fingers worked down the shirt, knocking her teeth against his, biting him hard on the lip. As she undid the last button she released his tongue, his lips, and sat up. Mulder, dazed and inflamed, panted beneath her. She pulled him up by the collar again, this time to remove his shirt and toss it to the side, then moved her hands to his waist and beneath his undershirt, lifting this above his head, her fingers traveling deliberately along his stomach and chest as she did so. With that article of clothing dispensed with as well, Scully shoved him back onto the bed and kissed his neck, rubbed his chest and ribs, feeling the warmth of his body, the soft heat he exuded. She flicked his left nipple with her index finger, then licked, and sucked it. It hardened in her mouth, and Mulder groaned. She continued to nibble his nipple while her hand slid down his side, towards the inside of his hip and under his waist band. His stomach tensed beneath her touch as she ran her palm straight down his center, the top of her hand brushing against his hard cock. She continued past the base, and around and inside his thigh until his balls were against her thumb, then she cupped them in her hand and squeezed gently for a moment before working her way up the shaft to the tip of his penis. Mulder closed his eyes and exhaled as she curled her fingers around his cock and stroked him, moaned from deep inside his throat. He wove his fingers into Scully's hair, held the back of his neck. Scully watched him react to her for a moment, then licked down his side and moved in between his legs, undid his belt, his zipper, and pulled down his pants and boxers simultaneously. Mulder kicked them off his ankles and across the room. His full naked body was in front of her now, and she stopped for a moment to admire it. Her hands were on his hips, his erection urgent beneath her, his body pulsing, aching, because of her. Mulder stared at her with hooded, dark eyes, a smile barely passing his lips, sending electric shocks through her spine. "Move back." Mulder obeyed, shifting up to the pillows so Scully could crawl between his legs without hanging off of the bed. She pushed his thighs up and apart and settled her own under them so that she was sitting up with his legs draped over her, his erection right in front of her. She leaned forward, touching her nipples to his stomach, dragged her chest down him, her breasts cradling his cock. Her tongue traveled from his navel to the his penis, where she grasped him again with her right hand, thumb on top a bit below the head, fingers wrapped around, and began to stroke. She closed her mouth on the tip and moved up and down with the rhythm of her hand. Mulder exhaled sharply and closed his eyes, kneaded the bedsheet with his fists. She cupped his balls in her left hand, massaging them as she continued sucking and stroking him. The friction of her mouth on his cock set her lips on fire, and reignited the flame in her belly. Mulder was moaning softly, his brow furrowed, his lower lip sucked into his mouth. She watched his face, his chest, his stomach, watched his body move with her mouth and her hands. Her tongue danced around his cock, her pelvis ground into his ass as she pushed into his bucking hips. She licked and sucked and stroked, her jaw aching with his size. He moaned louder and stiffened his body. She felt his balls tighten, his penis harden even more in her mouth, and at that she squeezed the shaft lightly, slowed her pace, brought him from the brink down a notch, saw his hands flex and relax and his eyes open. She continued to move with him for another moment, then crawled up his body and held herself above him with her arms, smiling into his eyes. He smiled back, reached up and grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard. She kissed him back then moved to his jaw, his earlobe, his ear. "I want to fuck you now Fox. Is that OK?" "Only if you promise not to stop this time." His voice was as dark as his eyes. Her own eyes locked into his. "I promise." He kissed her neck, reached his hand up into her hair as she leaned forward. She grasped his shoulders and straightened her elbows, baring all her weight down onto him, and shifted her hips up. She held his cock against her pussy, and slid down onto it, feeling him open her insides, expand her body with his hardness, enveloping him with her wet heat. Scully flattened her body onto Mulder, resting her forehead on the crook of his neck, and began to move. Slow circular motions, grinding into him, pushing him as deep into her as she possibly could. Having him inside her dissolved all the tension in her body, made her muscles relax and breathing slow, and as she moved she felt the warmth increase, the warmth between their bodies, the warmth within their bodies. Mulder ran his hands down her side and squeezed her ass, pushing her farther down onto him. She tilted her face up to him, kissed him gently, tasting his tongue, all the sex they had already had mixing in their mouths. "God it feels so good inside you Dana." His eyes held hers for moment and he kissed her again. "Move with me." Mulder complied, thrusting his hips up into her, groaning as he did. The pace quickened, and she felt the warmth turning to heat, felt her pulse surging through her body. She grasped Mulder shoulders again and rolled to her back, bringing him with her. His cock sunk deeper into her as she lifted her pelvis to him, and she bit down hard on his shoulder. "Ouch. Who's eating who now Scully?" Scully grinned and closed her eyes. The waves were growing stronger now with every thrust of Mulder's penis inside of her. It was so hard and sweet, filling her completely, setting her on fire. And his body covering her, holding her, moving with her, sweating with her, so warm and tangible. She couldn't remember feeling anything close to this, her mind was spinning and twisting with her insides, her breath raced through her lungs, her throat, her mouth, mingling with Mulder's, inhaling what he exhaled. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him tighter to her, fingernails digging into him. His thrusts escalated, body tensed as hers contracted, her slick insides tightening and quivering around him. She cried out his name as the waves crested inside her and she heard him groan, felt the hot fluid fill her, lessening the friction of their bodies as their motion slowed, muscles relaxed, eyes came back to open. He collapsed further onto her, breathing heavily, head nuzzled into her shoulder. She ran her fingers through his hair and tugged lightly, kissed the top of his head. Their bodies remained tangled together, radiating heat. Scully filled her lungs with air, paused, and exhaled. Then again. And again. She held Mulder tight and blinked back her disbelief in what had happened, held the thought away from her for the moment and reveled in his body, soft and brilliant, on top of her. After a few moments, Mulder shifted to his side and ran his hand across Scully's stomach, pulling her closer to him. He sighed and kissed her cheek. "Well that was an unexpected turn of events." Mulder chuckled to himself. Scully turned and kissed him back. "Practically an X-File I'd say." "Yeah, fuck the aliens," Mulder's eyes widened with glee as he spoke, "I'll take sex with you over lights in the sky any day." "Well, considering Geraldine will be calling a few hours, I don't think I'll hold my breath." "Maybe you should. I hear the orgasms are great that way." Scully rolled her eyes at him. Mulder held her close, kissed her softly. "Thank you Dana." She could barely hear him. "I wish you had made me jealous years ago." "I know Mulder." Scully sighed and touched his face. "Me too." ---------------------- end HCU's (2/2) ___________________________________ "Let's face it, Mulder loves Scully" - Glen Morgan, Writer for The X-Files (X-files and Conspiracy Television, 1996, p. 27)