Preventative Medicine (aka Mulder's Emotional Rescue)Okay, folks, this is rather contrived and a bit tongue in cheek. It also gets a heavy NC17 for sex described in pretty serious detail. This was written right after Clyde Bruckman, and my only excuse for writing it is that I was really tired at the time. Characters belong to CC and are used without permission; ditto the Rolling Stones lyrics (taken from Emotional Rescue, Continental Drift, and Undercover of the Night.) Comments to possumstew @ aol. All still with us read on. ...... The smell of sex The smell of suicide All these things I just can't keep inside.... Scully was uncharacteristically quiet during the flight back. She was upset about Bruckman, Mulder thought as he sipped his tea. He couldn't blame her. The man's death had been so damned pointless, the result of his almost religious conviction that the future was pre-ordained, that any variation from that master plan would result in unspeakable catastrophe. Such a waste. If only Bruckman had understood that the hand of fate never stops writing, but he hadn't, and he had taken his own life in an effort to follow a set of rules that did not apply. Mulder sighed. Life was strange, and people were stranger. Dana Scully's thoughts were far from the magazine she was pretending to read. She was thinking about Clyde Bruckman, more specifically about his prediction about Mulder. Autoerotic strangulation; her stomach cramped as she considered it. She knew he had a rather overwhelming interest in pornography, probably as a result of his lengthy celibacy (the man hadn't even had a DATE since she'd met him), but she hadn't realized that his lonely libido had driven him to such lengths. To be sure, abstinence was not easy (she should know), probably harder on Mulder than most men due to the very intensity of his nature. The thought of him dying like that was more painful than she could put words to. It wasn't like he HAD to be alone, a tiny voice inside her intoned. She COULD help him; it wasn't as if the future was carved in stone..... "So, Scully, that must be some article." Mulder touched her hand as he spoke. "Why do you say that?" Scully's voice was cool and even. "You've been on that page for forty-five minutes. " Scully sighed and shut the magazine. "Guess I've got a lot on my mind." "Bruckman." Mulder's hazel eyes were full of gentle concern. HE would do anything in his power to keep HER safe, Scully thought as he regarded her. "Do you think Bruckman was right, the future has already been written and we're all just passive participants in our own lives?" Mulder shook his head. "I think Bruckman's own life disproved his theory; he was just too fully into his own philosophy to accept the truth when he saw it." Scully sighed. "You might be right, Mulder. Or maybe Bruckman saw death as a good thing, a place of peace after a life of disappointments." Bruckman finally had his tulips; Scully had made certain of that. She'd paid the funeral director more than she wanted to admit to make Clyde's grave a virtual bed of them. "Maybe for him it was...." **** I'll be your saviour, steadfast and true I'll come to your emotional rescue..... Back in her own bed, Dana considered Mulder's situation more fully. If he'd been told he was to die from a heart attack she'd have had no quandry to consider; Dr. Scully would have simply taken care of the situation. She would have done a medical workup on him, placed him on the proper diet (and made sure he stuck to it); in short she would have practiced preventative medicine on him. *So why don't you do that for him then? You KNOW what could save him. It's not like you don't want to...* Scully turned over, cursing the internal voice that never seemed to know when to shut up. "I can't," she said aloud. "He's my partner. Professional ethics." *And he's going to be your LATE partner if you don't help him*, her internal voice purred snidely. *What are the ethics of THAT?* "He's not interested in me like that anyway." *Then why do you keep catching him talking to your chest - with a great big bulge in the front of his pants.....* "And if he was, HIS ethics wouldn't let him do that." *Mmm-hmm. RIGHT. ...* Dana's musings were cut mercifully short by the ringing of the telephone. "Hello." "It's me." Mulder's voice was subdued. "I couldn't sleep." "It's 2:30, Mulder. What makes you think I wasn't asleep?" "You light's still on." He was silent a moment. "Can I come in?" Scully hesitated. Better for him to come visiting than, well, do that. "Sure. Come on up." ***** I come to you, so silent in the night So stealthy, so animal quiet I'll be your saviour, steadfast and true I'll come to your emotional rescue I'll come to your emotional rescue Scully handed Mulder a cup of coffee. "So what's on your mind, Mulder?" "I was worried about you, Scully. This last case... You've been pretty distant the last few weeks, ever since the Bruckman thing." *After what Bruckman said, can you blame her? Now she KNOWS you're a pervert - maybe now you're too scared to try what you were going to, but you're STILL a pervert for considering choking more than just the old chicken....* Scully shrugged and looked at the carpet. "I haven't meant to be." Mulder bit his lip. "Scully, if I've done something to upset you I wish you'd tell me...." His voice trailed off. "Dammit, Scully, you won't even look me in the eye." She made herself make eye contact. "I'm sorry, Mulder, it's just that I've been thinking - I've had a lot on my mind...." "It's what Bruckman said, isn't it? " "No, I... " *Chickenshit* , sang her bitchy inner voice. "Well, sort of,,,," "You're disgusted; I don't blame you..." "NO!" Scully grabbed his hand. "No, Mulder, it's not like that at all! I've just been worried, afraid for you." "Then why won't you talk to me or look at me?" He shook his head. "It's a pretty natural reaction, I guess." "I've been distant because I've been thinking." She took a deep breath. "I've been thinking about how I can help you. If you think I could. Help, that is." Scully blushed so deeply her cheeks turned almost purple. "Help me?" Mulder was momentarily confused. "How do you mean... Oh." He cleared his throat. "Scully, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" If he'd ever been more astonished Mulder could not remember when. "Well, after Bruckman said you'd die... like that... I got to thinking. If you were... active, do you think you'd feel less of a need for that?" "Oh, yeah. Yes, of course. But Scully, you shouldn't feel like you have to do something you don't want to for me. I mean, that's a pretty reciprocal thing; it's not just like some preventative medical treatment." He touched her chin and turned her to face him. "I wouldn't want to unless YOU wanted to." "I want to," she whispered hoarsely. "If you want to, that is. " She bit her lip. "For all that, I don't know that YOU'D want to... it was just a possibility...." "And quite a possibility it is." His expression was strange, unreadable. "So are you offering this 'help' as a one-time thing, or on an ongoing basis? Because if it's a one-time thing, I think the tension created might exceed the tension relieved...." He kept glancing furtively at her chest as he spoke - nothing unusual, except that he normally looked away when she caught him; this time he met her gaze. "I really think you need to clarify this, Scully. What exactly do you have in mind?" Scully swallowed. "I thought that we could be together however often you felt like you needed it." Her voice was breathy. "We're together most of the time anyway; we could just...." She shrugged as she trailed off. "Just add that to our relationship?" Mulder licked his lips. "Do you want to do that? I mean, Scully, do you REALLY want to, for yourself and not just as a favor for your poor sexually frustrated pervert partner who hasn't gotten laid but once in the past six years and that was a one-night-stand with someone who probably would've done Frohike? Because if you're just doing this because you think I'm pathetic and you don't want me to die, I'm not interested. Don't tell me you want to unless the idea of this really excites you too. " Scully took a deep breath. "I want to do this, and not only for the sake of your health, but I'm not going to beg. The ball's in your court, Mulder. " *Interesting choice of words*, chimed in the Evil Dana. "Then I'm not going to turn you down." He took Scully's hand in his. "Are you sure about this?" His eyes were grey-green and anxious. "I don't want you having regrets afterwards." He stroked her hair. "I'm sure. " Scully smiled reassuringly. "No regrets, Mulder - I promise." He smiled gently. "You have the most astonishing lips." "So do you." She touched his face with a fingertip. "And eyes like a Labrador." Mulder slipped his hand through hers. "So. Are you going to show me that new comforter set you got for yourself?" Scully swallowed hard. "Sure. Lead on...." ***** Open the door and let the light pour over Open the door don't you keep me out Open the door and let the light pour over Hear me shout Open the door and let the light pour over Open the door don't you keep me out Open the door and let the light pour over Love comes at the speed of light Love comes It's as pure as silver It's as pure as gold It's a rushing river Let it run all over me Love comes Love comes at the speed of light Love comes at the speed of light Mulder entered the darkened bedroom and pulled Scully into his arms. He was almost as nervous as he was excited - not quite, but very nearly. It had been a long time since he'd had a lover - Kristen had been the only one in over six years, and the encounter before her had been just as meaningless and brief. Opportunity had knocked at his door occasionally, but he'd stopped answering years ago. And now - now Dana Scully stood before him, her heart keeping ragged time with his, her heart in her enormous blue eyes. He wondered silently if she had any idea how much he loved her. "Nervous?" He pushed a tendril of hair from her forehead. She nodded and looked at the floor. "It's, um, it's been a while. And not all that much before that, you know ...." She trailed off and met his searching gaze. "I haven't had a lot of experience at this. " He pulled her closer. "That's not a problem." He brought her hand to his lips. "This isn't a job interview, Dana. I'm not judging you. We learn about each other together." He gave her a gentle kiss. "This only has to go as far as you're comfortable with." She returned his kiss, lingering a bit longer than he had. "Okay..." She parted her lips as he kissed her again, and she gasped at feel of his tongue against hers. This was intoxicating. She was quickly losing sight of the fact that this was primarily for the purpose of saving his life. *We're a regular Mother Teresa, hmmm Dana?* Mulder chose that moment to move his attentions to her acutely-sensitive neck, a motion that effectively silenced the evil-Dana voice. "Oh!" Scully's legs turned to warm jello; the low, female moans had to be hers, she thought as she clung to Mulder's neck for dear life. "Found a good spot, did I?" He sucked at her carotid, making her gasp. "Let's sit on the bed..." He sat and pulled her down onto him. "So sweet, " he whispered as he unbuttoned her nightshirt and slipped it off. Their eyes met,and he swallowed convulsively at the fire he saw there. "Scully, I..." he looked down at her bare breasts as he spoke, "I've been thinking about this for so long... Seeing you aroused, touching you like this is more than I've ever dared hope for." He pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. "You've been in my fantasies for longer than I would like to admit." He stroked her bare breast, circling the tightening nipple with his thumb. "I want this to be as special for you as it is for me...." "Yes..." Scully raked her fingers through his dark hair as her caressed her. He slipped down to tongue her nipple; she was very nearly beyond speech at this point. "Oh yes.... " His kisses were trailing lower, down her stomach and belly button... her heart raced as she realized what he had in mind. He licked up her inner thigh, across her hip, down her belly, up her thigh again, nibbling the elastic edge of her silken panties before proceeding up her hip again. He was driving her crazy, always avoiding the one place that needed him the most. "Oh please..." She raised her hips as he tugged her panties down and off. He nuzzled her auburn curls for a moment, then resumed teasing her. "Please!" "Please what?" His voice was husky. "What do you want me to do, Scully?" She licked her lips, aroused beyond embarassment. "Taste me....." He touched her lightly, then opened her. "Here?" His finger gently stroked up her valley. "Maybe here," he circled her tender nub as he spoke, "or here...." his finger slipped inside her. "Oh yes.... Yes....." She rose to meet him as he parted her dewy petals, sucking them gently before finding her delicate bud and circling it with the tip of his tongue. Yes, that was it; liquid fire flowed through her as he kept on, holding her hips still beneath him. His moved his finger in and out of her as he fluttered his tongue against her ; she went wild, bucking and moaning against him as she slipped over into climax. She was caught in a hurricane, and she shuddered helplessly as she gave herself over to the waves breaking within her... He slid up and kissed her lips, then hurriedly peeled off his jeans. His erection sprang free as he slipped out of his underwear as well. He groaned as Scully lightly stroked down the rigid staff to the damp tip. "He wants to be inside of you." "Then he and I want the same thing." She was stroking her hand up and down him as she spoke, giving special attention to the head. "Now, Mulder... " He parted her lips and paused at her threshold for a moment before plunging slowly into her. "Oh, Scully... " He moved slowly at first, thrusting a little more deeply with each plunge. "This is... so good....." "Harder, Mulder; more.... oh yes...." She was meeting his thrusts, driving him even deeper into her until finally he was completely sheathed. "Ohhhhhhhh...." By this time he was beyond holding back; he held her hips as he pumped deeply into her. She was coming, and he was dimly aware of her nails on his back as she contracted around him. It was more than he could take.Orgasm spilled over him as well, and with a feral cry he spurted into her depths. "Scully, that was..." He panted and shook his head. "For once in my life I cannot find the words." Scully kissed him on the chin . "I know the feeling.... Mulder, it's never been like that for me...." He grinned like a little boy. "This is selfish - but I'm glad." She smiled. "Me too." He wrapped his arms around her and turned over, pulling her on top of him. "I love you," he whispered. Scully touched his cheek and kissed him. "I love you too. Whatever happens." She had a sudden image of Clyde Bruckman smiling. "And whatever doesn't happen.