From wendyt@ucla.edu Sun Mar 30 17:53:57 1997 Subject: XF Fanfic, "Roulette", by Sheena, Rated NC-17, MSR From: Wendy Thomas -------- Roulette by: Sheena, Empress of Evil email: wendyt@ucla.edu Okay, now this is my first attempt at writing fanfic so you’ll have to let me know how I’m doing. It’s funny, I know what I like when I’m reading it, but when writing, I can never be sure if it’s coming out right. I’ll chalk it up to artistic insecurities, I guess. But please, *Please* e-mail me and let me know what you thought of it. Just bear in mind, it’s a first attempt. Flame me if you like but constructive criticism would probably be more beneficial. Warning: Contains mild spoilers for Pusher, Tooms, War of the Cophrophages. Ummm, that’s it, I think. This is an M/S romance. No X-File here. Just UST and looooovvvee (Awwww) *Important* This piece of fanfic is rated NC-17 so if you aren’t over eighteen or just aren’t into the idea of our pair doin the wild thing then bail out now. Me, I’m swimming in the gutter so you’ll have to excuse my dirty mind. Glub, glub. Summary: Short and sweet. M and S confront their feelings for one another and you can just guess what comes next. Thanks: If I hadn’t started reading fanfic and enjoying it so much then I never would have had the guts to try it myself so I owe this piece and my courage to post it to all those fantastic authors out there who make it seem so effortless (I envy you). And hey, I gotta thank Fox Broadcasting and CC, GA and DD for making these characters breathe. Disclaimer: Okay, don’t we all know this by heart, now. Please join me in a rousing round of the Disclaimer song: Mulder and Scully don’t belong to me, Doo-dah, doo-dah, They belong to CC and Ten-Thirteen, Doo-dah, doo-dah, So thanks for putting them on TV Oh, da-doo-da-day. No infringement is intended in the borrowing of these characters. I’m returning them as soon as I’m done, just as I found them. And now, on with the show… Roulette Part (1/2) * * * * * * As Scully dashed up the stairs to her front door, she dug her hand around in her purse for her keys. Shaking under the difficulty of restraining her unshed tears from falling, she jammed her key into the front door and, wrenching the knob, roughly twisted the door open. She stepped inside to the welcoming dark hush of her living room, the moonlight falling through the windowblinds the only light. She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. Then, with the knowledge that no one would see her crying, she bent her head down to her chest and let the teardrops dampen her face. Silent sobs racked her frame as she replayed the evening in her head and quietly cursed herself. It happened, seemingly, as everything else did; unexpectedly. The night started out well enough. Mulder and her were judiciously finishing overdue paperwork in their joke of an office, exiled to the basement of the Bureau building. Not that Mulder minded. Sometimes she thought he reveled in his banishment since it only added to his questionable reputation. She could just imagine the conversations his erratic behavior in collusion with their strange assignments must create. ‘Yup, ya haven’t heard about the basement. Oooh, Spooky lives down there. Better not go down there, it’s like da Bermuda Triangle. An agent disappeared down dere almost five years ago and she hasn’t been seen since.’ She smirked at her partner out of the corner of her eye. If only Mulder had *done* his paperwork on time, then they wouldn’t be stuck in the office on a Friday night. But she couldn’t bring herself to resent his procrastination any more then she could resent his fashion sense. Staring at the ridiculously colorful tie he was wearing, she once again considered how his idiosyncrasies only endeared him to her. As her eyes drifted from his tie to his lean frame, bent over his desk, her thoughts took on an entirely different form. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and she could make out the muscles in his forearms. Shifting about from being confined to a chair for so long, his rustling was making her body tense subconsciously. Aware of his every movement, she could hear the friction between his shirt and his skin, becoming lightheaded with the knowledge of his nearness. And oh god, he was wearing those damn sexy reading glasses. Her mouth twitched as she stared at him, a moist heat spreading through her body. Since she didn’t often get the chance, her eyes raked over his profile and wondered what would happen if she just strolled over and gave him a little recess from his hard work. She could lean over and inhale his strong, musky scent and then maybe undo the top button of his dress shirt. And then… Whoa there, honey, get a grip. Deep breaths. She leaned back in her chair and unwittingly let out a sigh of frustration, covering her face with her hands and rubbing her eyes. "Pretty tedious, huh?" Mulder’s voice jarred her from her thoughts. "Hmm? What was that, Mulder" she asked. "You shouldn’t be here helping me, Scully. Come on, it’s a Friday night. You have places to go, people to see. There’s an office party going on upstairs. Why don’t you jog up and get the party started? Show those wimps in accounting how to seriously jitterbug." She let a chuckle slip from her lips, relieving some of the sexual tension wiring her body. Only Mulder would consider *her* a partier. What with the monastic social calendar she followed, she was surprised she could still remember what the jitterbug was a reference to. "Only if you accompany me to make sure the punch isn’t spiked, Mulder. This paperwork is already late. I don’t suppose anything will come of it being turned in even later. Besides, " she added with a giggle, "a party is the only justification for the existence of that tie." A mock hurt look crossed his features as he pushed himself back in his chair and stood up, grabbing his jacket as he did so. She followed, glad and reluctant to be escaping their solitude. But hey, it was a while since her last party. Might be fun. Give her a chance to flex those rusty social skills that had gone into hiding. She sighed, considering it a symptom of her and Mulder’s exclusivity. When Mulder was present, everyone else just seemed to be an afterthought. She sneered at herself. You are truly sad. Hopelessly infatuated with your partner and totally unwilling to do anything about it. * * * * * * * Mulder’s eyes appraised the outline of his partner’s figure as she strolled down the hallway in front of him. She was wearing a navy suit, the skirt cut just above the knee, clinging in all the right places. The result of his scrutiny being that his pants wound up clinging to him in a way he’d just as soon Scully didn’t see. He adjusted himself discreetly and folded his jacket over his arm in front of him, concealing his arousal. He inwardly groaned at his knee-jerk reflex to his partner’s presence. He couldn’t help it. It had become natural, his frustration. And his perpetual physical arousal to her presence was tolerable, to the extent that she drove him to distraction. But then, he thought regretfully, who could resist her? Who could resist Dr. Dana Katherine Scully? With her smoldering intense eyes and luscious petite frame, her auburn locks and those perfect eyebrows she would arch while giving him a questioning look, he was as helpless to her as he had been to Modell. Although Scully controlled more than his actions; she held the reins over the heart beating against his chest, and with her every utterance, her every movement, a chord struck in him. Sometimes he would just stare at her when she wasn’t looking like a schoolboy would at a teacher he was infatuated with. What maddened him most was her absolute innocence of her own beauty. She seemed totally unaware of her affect on other men and it baffled him. Didn’t she know how desirable she was? He longed to reach out and caress her hair, draw her close to him and put an end to his physical and emotional frustrations. To tell her what he felt for her without fear of refusal or reprimand. But he couldn’t. He sighed at his weakness. He just couldn’t risk losing her. Their partnership, their friendship depended on the mutual trust they had built over years together. He couldn’t bear to threaten her faith in him, in their union. It meant more to him than he could apprehend and as long as he could keep the fingers that itched to touch her at his sides, he would. That’s what was safest. What a coward I am. Able to converse amiably with serial killers and confront the most heinous forces within the U.S. government but totally dumbstruck when it comes to Scully. Awed, stunned and terrified. Totally hopelessly in love. He broke out of his thoughts as he and Scully got off the elevator that had brought them to the accounting division of the building. The party was apparently already in full gear. Men and women lingered about the main office, party streamers hanging from the windows and a concessions table set up to their right. "Well, should we call the FDA about those pork rines sitting on the table or just macarena till we drop? Your call, Scully." "Mulder, I’ve seen you dance. I don’t think we should subject these poor people to that or else we might get stiffed on our expense reports for the next few months." "Oooh, Scully, I’m hurt. They called me Twinkle-Toes at Oxford." "Sure, Mulder. Whatever you say." A sardonic smile radiated across her features and his heart rose in his throat at the sight. She had no idea what that simple smile did to him. He felt his throat tighten and for a moment forgot where he was. Then with a start he regained his emotional composure, "Well, come on Scully, let’s boogey." * * * * * * * After consuming a couple glasses of punch which were, in fact, spiked with some kind of sweet liquor, Scully glanced around to see where Mulder had run off to. If I had a collar on that man, he’d still find a way to ditch me, I swear. Strolling around the room, making polite small talk with the few other people she recognized, she soon caught sight of Mulder across the room gesticulating animatedly to a circular cluster of people. Curious, she headed their way, and was about to interrupt Mulder when she heard from a man standing across from Mulder, "Well, you have no choice in the matter, Mr. Mulder. You have to kiss her." Mulder chuckled and straightening up, feigned a dutiful salute and then leaned into the woman standing next to him and kissed her. Scully stopped dead in her tracks, staring at Mulder and the woman. She knew her, she realized. She was an accounting secretary from the fourth floor; tall, leggy and twining her arms around Mulder’s back. She could have doubled for any one of Mulder’s Bambi-esque admirers. Gail something. Gail Simons, Gail Simmons, oh what, the hell, she didn’t care. She was kissing Mulder, she was KISSING Mulder! Scully felt nauseous as her stomach clenched inside her, turning over until she felt positively motion-sick. The sight of another woman kissing Mulder sent her mind spinning. She felt physically ill. A shudder ran through her as she realized that image would ingrain itself to her memory. Her pain slowly took on the form of indignance. How could he so lackadaisically kiss another woman? Tears leapt to her eyes and she ruthlessly pushed them down, unwilling to let her pain become apparent to a roomful of strangers. Suddenly, the man, John Weckes, she knew him from Quantico she realized with surprise, glanced up and saw her standing there, about six feet away from the group. "Dana Scully, I can’t believe it, is that you?" he laughed and walked up to her, embracing her swiftly. Disinclined to let her precarious emotional state show, she hugged him back, laughing softly. "John, hi, I thought it was you. What are you doing here?" "Well, hey, a guy’s gotta make a living right? I got transferred to Washington about six months ago from the Portland Office. I’m just surprised to see you here. Man, talk about coincidences. Must be fate, huh?" He grinned widely at her. A memory flickered across her mind as she plastered a smile on her face. A memory of her and Mulder together on the Tooms case, sitting in the car. ("If there’s an iced tea in that bag, could be love," "Must be fate Mulder, root beer.") Fate, she thought bitterly. How ironic that fate should play the matchmaker. She remembered too, how Mulder hadn’t slept for days on that case, fearing that Tooms would strike again. And she knew he had been afraid for her safety. She looked up at Mulder, attempting to ascertain his thoughts. His face unreadable, she decided to play it cool. "So, what are you guys up to?" she asked. John slid his arm around her shoulders and chortled, escorting her back to the center of the group so that she might see what everyone was centralized around. On the table behind them lay a an empty bottle of beer, on it’s side. "Ya ever play ‘Spin the Bottle,’ Dana? Mulder there just got himself a lipful." John said. "Yes, so I see." Turning to face John, her back to Mulder she stated, "Mulder and I are partners, John." Then, shamelessly flirting with him solely for Mulder’s benefit she sidled up next to him. "Have you gotten a lipful yet, John?" "Why no, Agent Dana, I don’t suppose I have. Shall I let the bottle help me out? Play a little romantic roulette?" He looked as pleased as a kid at Christmas and she suspected that he had already had a few drinks but was in no mood for prudence, what with Mulder’s behavior. Giving him a thousand watt smile she added conspiratorially, "Just make sure it lands on the right girl, John." Without another word, John leaned over while everyone looked on and spun the bottle. As if she was orchestrating it herself, the bottle slowed to a stop with it’s head pointing directly at her. John laughed loudly and then shrugged. "Just lucky, I guess. Hey Mulder, you don’t mind if I indulge myself here, do you?" From the periphery of her vision, she caught Mulder’s subdued response, "Go ahead" and then, with a come-hither look crossing her face, Scully leaned into John and let her hands go to the back of his head, lightly caressing the ends of his hair. Then she slowly pulled him to her and kissed him, insuring it was long enough to arouse the attention of others and that Mulder was at the perfect angle to see it. Releasing John, she smiled at the group which was by then watching her intently. John breathed heavily, "Geez Dana, are you sure they didn’t teach you something about turning men on in Medical School?" "Nope, just doin’ a what comes naturally." She turned triumphantly to Mulder to see if she had illicited any of the same reaction from him but his gaze was fixated on the ‘Dogs Playing Poker’ painting at the back wall. "Great instincts." John slipped in, having regained his poise. The others in the group had gone on to spinning the bottle, taking turns around the group in a circle. Scully attempted to maintain the appearance of interest, for the sake of her pride. She was loath to let Mulder know that the very thought of him kissing another woman, even under the pretense of a game, made her want to crawl under her bedcovers and cry herself to sleep. She glanced at him cautiously. His brow furrowed, he seemed intent on the game. Before she realized time had passed, she heard John’s voice, "Come on Mulder, give it a go and make some woman lucky." Mulder smiled tightly and leaned over, giving the bottle a brisk spin. Scully watched with apprehension, trying to deduce where fate would plant Mulder’s lips. The bottle slowed to a halt and the group looked up. It had stopped with it’s head pointing at Scully. "Lucky dog." John murmured under his breath. She breathed in quickly and looked up into Mulder’s vast, inscrutable eyes. Abandoning normalcy, her pulse pounded against her skin, causing moisture to pool beneath her silk blouse and unbuttoned blazer. A soft heat seared through her as her chest tightened. Mulder gazed at her for a long moment and for an instant the intensity between them caused a silence to fall over the group. Then Mulder shrugged. "Nah, I think there’s something in the Bureau rules about that. I’d just as soon start up a game of Pin-the-Tail-On-The-Donkey. Come on, who’s with me?" Gail smiled up at him and joviality suffused the onlookers again. John guided Scully away from the dispersing crowd and tried to make small talk. "His loss. I guess being partnered with someone kindof gets you to start thinking of them as a sister. Anyway, do you want to dance?" "John, I’d really rather leave." "Sure. As a matter of fact, how about you and I go get something to eat? I know a great Thai place nearby." "John, I’d really rather go home. Will you take me? I’m suddenly not feeling well." "Sure Dana. I hope you’re not coming down with a bug. I guess we’re getting too old to keep up our all night bashes like the one after graduation at Quantico?" She grimaced at his efforts to cheer her but she was inconsolable. Mulder thought of her as a *sister*? Her mind a canyon, one thought echoed through her. He doesn’t want to kiss me, he doesn’t want to kiss me. I can’t believe it. He’ll kiss her, but not me. Her cheeks burned under the weight of that humiliation and her heart sank under the weight of a more abysmal realization. For a long time, she’d known she was in love with Mulder. There were so many small, seemingly insignificant moments that transpired between them while so many enormously important events occurred around them. While conspiracies plaguing the government hindered their efforts on the X-Files, she found something profoundly more stirring in the man teamed with her; his fierce dedication to truth. His firm and righteous faith in those close to him. His trust in her. The very men who tried to encumber their professional path had, with every obstacle they fabricated, brought her and Mulder closer together. Working towards the same objective, their goals intersected years ago, allowing them to travel the same journey. She always believed that the path they traveled, when brought to fruition would enable them to begin a new journey. It never occurred to her that Mulder didn’t even consider her anything more than a partner. Sure, he might not love her romantically but in the least, they’d developed a friendship which she valued and trusted. He was the focus of her life, the only man who had ever treated her as an equal, intellectually and professionally. Swallowing with difficulty, she guessed she now knew why. He didn’t care about breaking down her defenses in order to pursue her romantically. She was a *sister* to him. But not even that. He had a sister. She was a colleague. The term seemed so cold. So remote. How could this be right? It felt wrong. She knew him, she knew emotionally she was missing something, some step she hadn’t calculated, but no. It couldn’t be it but… it was the only explanation she found to explain his behavior. No matter how unpleasant it was, her tendency to rely on logic brought her back to that old axiom: if one eliminates the possible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. And while she felt in her heart that Mulder didn’t see her only as a colleague, logic led her to that conclusion. "Dana, are you listening?" "What was that, John?" "Do you want me to get your coat?" Her coat. Downstairs. In the office. "No. I’ll be fine. Just, please take me home." The thought of returning to the office to get her coat and car keys, where only a short while before her and Mulder had been exchanging verbal water-balloons, made her cringe. John carefully escorted her out of the room, his hand falling on the small of her back as Mulder’s had so many times before. She shook her head with the strangeness of the sensation of another man’s hand splayed across her lower back. Whatever. She had to get home without breaking down into tears. Calm down. Calm down. Don’t think about it. Forget it. Forget. As Scully and John threaded their way through the crowd out the door, one darkening pair of eyes followed their path. 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It’s funny, I know what I like when I’m reading it, but when writing, I can never be sure if it’s coming out right. I’ll chalk it up to artistic insecurities, I guess. But please, *Please* e-mail me and let me know what you thought of it. Just bear in mind, it’s a first attempt. Flame me if you like but constructive criticism would probably be more beneficial. Warning: Contains mild spoilers for Pusher, Tooms, War of the Cophrophages. Ummm, that’s it, I think. This is an M/S romance. No X-File here. Just UST and looooovvvee (Awwww) *Important* This piece of fanfic is rated NC-17 so if you aren’t over eighteen or just aren’t into the idea of our pair doin the wild thing then bail out now. Me, I’m swimming in the gutter so you’ll have to excuse my dirty mind. Glub, glub. Summary: Short and sweet. M and S confront their feelings for one another and you can just guess what comes next. Thanks: If I hadn’t started reading fanfic and enjoying it so much then I never would have had the guts to try it myself so I owe this piece and my courage to post it to all those fantastic authors out there who make it seem so effortless (I envy you). And hey, I gotta thank Fox Broadcasting and CC, GA and DD for making these characters breathe. Disclaimer: Okay, don’t we all know this by heart, now. Please join me in a rousing round of the Disclaimer song: Mulder and Scully don’t belong to me, Doo-dah, doo-dah, They belong to CC and Ten-Thirteen, Doo-dah, doo-dah, So thanks for putting them on TV Oh, da-doo-da-day. No infringement is intended in the borrowing of these characters. I’m returning them as soon as I’m done, just as I found them. And now, on with the show… Part (2/2) * * * * * Mulder sat, complacently gnashing sesame seeds between his teeth while an intense jealousy blistered every fiber of his being. He hunched down in the seat of his car, across the street from Scully’s apartment, trying to attain some semblance of aloofness, trying to convince himself that the jealousy consuming him existed as a result of loyalty, friendship… but not love. Abandoning the attempt, he rolled down the window of his car and spit the seed fragments from his mouth. An acrid taste on his lips, he shifted restlessly, wondering where Scully was. Going over the events of the evening, he wasn’t too thrilled with his behavior but after seeing Scully’s lips pressed firmly against John’s, he supposed he should be glad he could still form words. And then… when the opportunity came for him to do the same, he’d refused. The idea of other people being present during that moment was unbearable. She wasn’t a party favor. He couldn’t pretend that a kiss with Scully wouldn’t mean something. His lips curled in a scowl. She sure as hell didn’t have much difficulty kissing that shit. Where the hell was she, anyway? He didn’t see her car out front and could only assume that she was out with John Weckes. The thought paralyzed him. The notion that another man could touch her, smell her… God, what kind of animal was he? Was he so territorial that he couldn’t even allow the woman a shred of freedom? He groaned. It was true. When it came to Scully, he was as territorial as any animal. He couldn’t help it. That’s right, he thought bitterly. Spooky Mulder who doesn’t work well with others. The poster-boy for paranoia, and then she came along and ruined all those walls he had spent so long building up. Not by pounding on them or kicking them down. She just opened the door and the floodgates came pouring out. He had tried to remain distant, to put her off by espousing strange theories in the hopes that she’d mock him, that he wouldn’t be tempted to trust her. But she hadn’t. She’d listened carefully, weighing his opinions and then offering her own. She’d made him a man again, one he could respect. She made him better than he deserved to be. He didn’t deserve her. Suddenly, a light flickered on in her apartment. He jolted up in his seat. How’d she get home. Oh god, a thought washed over him. Could she be in there with him? Could they be…? He had been watching carefully at the party to see if Scully was drinking and she’d had a couple. What if Weckes was making a pass at her after inebriating her? The thought scared him. It really scared him. The need to know she was safe outweighed the knowledge that she’d disapprove his interfering. He had to know she was safe. Taking a deep breath, he opened the car door to get out. * * * * * * Scully sat on the couch in her living room in the dark long after her tears had dried. She contemplated her situation. Well, there’s no use crying over spilled milk. Mulder didn’t want her. He was still her partner. He was still her best friend. She owed him his freedom and if he wanted to pursue other women, she had no right to confine him. Leaning over to turn on the lamp next to her couch, she tried to keep her thoughts positive. She slowly stood up and went to the kitchen, determined to force food down her throat. The spirit may not be willing but… A knock interrupted her internal monologue. Startled, she closed the refrigerator door and approached the front door. She opened the door a crack and caught sight of Mulder, gazing back at her intently. "Hey Scully, are you…alone?" "Of course, Mulder. What’s wrong?" His defensive stance indicated something was wrong. She’d learned to read his body language well. They communicated without speaking sometimes, often much to the chagrin of others. "Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you got home okay. You had a few drinks earlier." "Mulder, I can take care of myself." she sighed. "Well, do you want to come in?" He stepped inside her apartment, relaxing somewhat, and turned around to face her. In the light of the room, he discerned the tearstained appearance of her face. "Hey, Scully, what’s wrong? Have you been…crying?" Anger flooded through him. If that jerk, Weckes, had done anything to upset her…Murderous thoughts engulfed him. He could feel bile rise in his throat and his fists tightened in response to his rage. She turned slowly and walked back to the kitchen. He followed. His voice low, he tried to speak calmly. "Scully, did Weckes try something on you? I mean, did he…" His voice trailed off and she continued to ignore him, saying only, "Do you want something to eat? I was about to make myself a bite." "Scully, listen to me. You have to tell me what’s going on. Did he do anything, I mean, seriously, I have to know, I.." "Mulder, just shut-up, okay." "No, but.." "Mulder, it’s not *him* I’m mad at!" she shouted, causing him to stop dead like a deer caught in headlights. Suddenly, a strange grief seeped through him. It was him. She was angry at him. He shook his head. "But, what did I do?" She snapped her head up to stare at him and he saw a blind fury boiling in those blue depths. "What did you do," she responded bitterly. "More like what you didn’t do." She fought with herself, trying to maintain her poise. Then, her muscles relaxed in defeat and she treaded slowly to the living room, sitting down on the couch. Mulder trailed behind her and stood at the entrance to the kitchen, staring at her. Then he heard a small voice, "How could you, Mulder? How could you kiss her and then refuse to kiss me? Am I that…unappealing to you?" The carefully checked pain in her voice caused tears to well in his eyes as he blurted out, "Don’t you get it Scully? I couldn’t just kiss you like that. I couldn’t kiss you like that and pretend it’s a game. Because it’s not. Not for me." She contemplated his words. Somewhere inside her, a grain of happiness started to grow, realizing the unspoken talisman of what he’d said. "Mulder, what are you saying?" she asked calmly. Then she looked up at him. He looked so…vulnerable. So open to her. His voice quavering, he looked away, unable to look her in the eye and confess his sins. "Scully, when I kiss you, if I kiss you, I don’t want it to be in front of a dozen other people. Because it’s just you and me. I don’t see the rest. They don’t belong between us. *Nothing* belongs between us." He glanced up, afraid to see scorn in her eyes, or pity. But all he saw were tears. They flowed down her face freely and although she made no noise, he immediately went to her side and kneeled in front of her. "Scully, what’s wrong? I’m sorry, I mean…" and his voice was stopped by her fingers stopping his lips. He froze under her touch, not breathing, mesmerized by her eyes. The air between them was suddenly thick, sparking with the electricity they created. She watched her fingers caress his lips and then, drawing her hand away, she watched his lips. Then slowly, she leaned in and touched her lips to his. He started at the touch and then, because he couldn’t prevent himself, drew his hands around her back to bring her even closer to him. His mouth opened and his tongue entered her mouth, moving over hers, exploring her thoroughly. A sigh deep in her throat sent his body reeling and he could feel his erection, hard against the couch, responding to her body unwittingly. "Mulder, I think…Let’s go to my bedroom." He couldn’t breathe. His muscles felt weak beneath him and he doubted he could stand under the weight of her suggestion. Simultaneously, he doubted he could stop himself from standing. In one swift motion, he gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Then, as carefully as possible, he put her down, like a fragile gift, on her bed. He stopped then, and looked into her eyes for some assurance. She stared at him, perched so cautiously on her bed, unsure of his surroundings, and a pure happiness swelled within her. God, she loved him. Then, leaning forward, she slowly drew his tie off of him. "I never did like this tie, Mulder." "I’ll burn it in the morning." he replied somberly. She laughed out loud and drew him to her, kissing him deeply. Their mouths sought one another’s hungrily and his hands skimmed restlessly up and down her back. Then, taking his hand, she stopped and pulled him up so that he sat in the middle of her bed, leaning against the pillows at it’s head. She slowly pulled herself astride him and inwardly smiled at the look of awe that he gave her in response. She purposefully unbuttoned his shirt, taking time to unbutton the cuffs of his sleeves, pulling his shirt away from him, tossing it to the floor and then, smiling slowly, moved her head down to touch her mouth to his exposed chest. He gasped aloud at the sensations her mouth moving over him provoked. She opened her mouth and let her tongue dance across his chest, nipping lightly at his nipple. He groaned and tried to grab her head, to draw her up to him, but she moved away, down further, peppering his well-muscled stomach with feathery light kisses. Then, still teasing him, her hand rested softly against his crotch and he jumped subconsciously. "Scully, please.." he groaned. He couldn’t bear her tormenting movements, the feel of her soft body above him, but not against him. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her up to him, kissing her hard and then rolled her beneath him. Shaking with arousal, he pulled at her blouse, yanking it apart to expose the skin beneath. The sight of her unveiled beneath him made him lightheaded and he lowered his mouth to smell her skin and then, holding her arms down against her bed, opened his mouth to taste her. She tasted so good, like jasmine and cotton candy and all the sweet things of the world combined to one perfect flavor. Her chest rose and fell rapidly and he could feel her squirming beneath him, her movements hardening his erection even more. He looked up so that he could watch her. Her head was turning from side to side and she clenched and unclenched her fists. Her lips were swollen from their kissing and her cheeks were flushed. God, she looked beautiful. He wanted to arouse her still more, though. He wanted to hear her coital cries in his ears, and rejoice at the sound. He slowly released one of her arms to place a hand on her breast. Through the fabric of her lavender bra, her nipples hardened beneath his touch and he was eager to taste her. He quickly unclasped the bra and exposed her soft breasts to the air. He then closed his mouth over one nipple, his hand moving over her other breast and he suckled her fervently, laving her skin with his utmost attention. Scully moaned beneath him and her legs parted to wrap themselves around him. The sensation of his mouth on her burned her and a warm wetness spread from beneath her. She wanted to touch him, hold him in her hands and show him how much he aroused her. She shimmied beneath him and a growl escaped his lips. He held her down, suckling her nipples and moving his hands under her to hold her buttocks. Her hands caught in his hair and she pulled him away from her, staring into his eyes. He looked drugged, not totally in control of himself, but not in a bad way. She slid out from beneath him and rolled him beneath her, her hand moving quickly down to cup him through his pants. He arched his back and moaned loudly. "Sculleee." Not willing to let up, she swiftly unbuttoned his pants and drew them down, tossing them to the ground. She then threw off her own blouse and bra, which had become hindrances to her efforts. As quickly as possible she kicked off her shoes and slid her skirt off her hips and then pulled off her nylons and panties, tossing them to the pile of clothes gathering on the floor. Then, focusing her gaze on Mulder’s face, she slowly pulled down his boxers and dropped them to the floor. He lay naked on her bed. Like a fantasy come true, she thought. She moved up to hold his erection in her hands and he cried out, shaking beneath her. She moved her hand over him and then, moving her head down took him in her mouth. She licked the head of his hardened arousal and then moved him in and out of her mouth in long strokes. He moaned and his hips lifted to meet her, despite himself. "No, Scully, wait.." he panted. Afraid he’d embarrass himself, he pushed her away from him and stared at her, amazed. He wanted her beneath him when he came, he wanted to be inside her. Unable to control himself, he dragged her up to him, to kiss her. His mouth slanted over hers and he felt his dick against her stomach, the friction of their bodies sensitizing him still more to her touch. He had to take her, now, he couldn’t wait. Rolling her beneath him, he touched her point of entry and she writhed beneath him, tantalizing him with her movements. She moved her hips in a primitive rhythm, grinding herself against him and her arms went around him, her nails scratching him lightly. Then they went lower, clutching at his hardened buttocks, bringing him closer to his goal. Unable to hold out, he sank into her slowly, gasping at the sensation of her welcoming folds. He thrust into her slowly, trying to make it last. He reached between them to caress the sensitized nodule above her opening. She whimpered beneath him and his thrusts instinctively got faster. They moved together, and she wrapped her legs around him to bring him even deeper into her. "Mulder, please, no… Oh God." He could feel her muscles tightening around him as she got closer. Then, he lightly flicked her clitoris and he felt her buck beneath him, spasming as she came. He held her tightly, trying to watch it in her eyes, trying to control himself. But his own needs couldn’t be reigned in. Faster and faster he went on, clenching her tightly to him, continuously plunging into her until with his own release, he cried out her name and buried himself within her. Moments later, after the waves had finished crashing, he pulled out of her, careful not to crush her beneath him. He carefully pulled back the covers of her bed and ushered her beneath them. Following, he felt a strange fulfillment spreading through him. "Hey Scully." he murmured, caressing her gently, wrapping his arm over her, making sure she was real. "Hmmm, yes Mulder." "I forgot something." She rolled over in his embrace and looked right into him. "What’s that?" "I love you, Scully." he said simply. She smiled warmly as a tear trickled down her cheek. "I love you too, Mulder. So very, very much." This man, whom she’d suffered for and saved, who’d in return done the same. Each the other’s salvation. "What about all the rest of it. What do we do about… everything else?" "It’s all just an afterthought, Mulder." And as they curled together, letting sleep overtake the journey they’d begun, their salvation found in each other’s arms, the thought in his mind as he drifted off was that, as always, she was right. * * * * * * * End part two of two. Well folks, what did ya think? Please, please, please e-mail me and tell me. <^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*> < -Wendy Thomas a.k.a. 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