From XYHJ52D@prodigy.com Sun Oct 06 01:12:34 1996 Am posting this for the author; please send all feedback to Teall1@aol. com **Scully, Mulder, and Mrs. Scully belong to CC and Fox; no infringement intended. All feedback is welcome and encourage to: Teall1@aol.com THE SEDUCTION by Teall1@aol.com Part One Scully put down the file she was reading, not quite sure what made her lose attention. Suddenly, she felt her partner's gaze on her and knew what it was. Lately, Mulder had been watching her covertly, but she had been noticing in spite of his carefully disguised observations. It was beginning to make her uncomfortable. "Mulder, why do you keep watching me?" she finally asked, unable to stand it any longer. His furtive glances were becoming unnerving. "What're you talkin about, Scully?" he replied. Could he be so unaware? "I'm talking about the fact that you've been watching me for the past couple of weeks, like I'm going to explode and fly around the room or something." Mulder considered this. Had he been so obvious? It was definitely true; he had been staring at Scully a lot lately. She had been working hard but was also coming off a broken relationship with a man with whom she'd spent quite a bit of time the past months. However, the guy had gotten way too serious and Scully had nipped it in the bud, or so she explained to him. She had attempted a life away from the office, but it had gotten out of hand and then gotten in the way. Ever since then, Mulder had been seeing his partner in a different light. He'd had occasional women when the need had overcome him, but never anything serious, and also not much lately. Somehow, the thought of Scully and another man both bothered him and turned him on. He now turned toward her. "Scully, I'm sorry; I guess I have been doing that, but I don't really know why. You just look tired or something.....is everything ok?" He knew that was a lame excuse, but she pretended to buy it. "I'm fine, Mulder, just fine. Look, let's knock off early tonight, ok? It's late and we deserve a break." He paused a minute, then put down his reading. "Yeah, you're right. We don't have anything pressing at the moment, and I'm just catching up on my reports. Let's get outta here!" He stood up and stretched. Scully found herself glancing at him appreciatively. He is a gorgeous man, she thought. He needs some female companionship; maybe I have a friend I could fix him up with? She smiled at that thought; Mulder was so weird! Who'd have a man so continually obsessed with aliens and flying objects, he'd forget to eat or sleep? She gathered her things and prepared to leave. "I'm going to drop by my mother's place," she said, "because she's cooking a special dinner and wants company. You hungry?" Mulder paused a moment, then grinned his crooked grin at her. "Sure, I'm game." They then closed up and set off, Scully phoning her mom quickly to tell her to set another place. Margaret Scully smiled in surprise and pleasure; a visit from Fox was always enjoyable and she sensed something neither one of them did. So, any inroads to that was progress to her. Mulder insisted on stopping for a bottle of wine, and then they arrived at the Scully's small but pleasant home. A delicious aroma wafted out of the kitchen, as Scully used her key to let them in. Mrs. Scully had cooked a vegetable lasagna, which was a recipe given her by a friend, and as she was not busy this morning, had decided to try it. It made so much, she had called her daughter and invited her for dinner. It'd been a few weeks since they had spent any time together, and Mrs. Scully wanted to make sure her daughter wasn't suffering any ill effects from her breakup with Brent Thatcher, even though she knew Dana had initiated it. "Hi, Mom!" Scully called so she wouldn't startle her. Her mother came out of the kitchen, drying her hands on an apron and smiling warmly at her daughter and Fox Mulder, who stood awkwardly in the living room. "Fox," Margaret greeted him, pecking his cheek. Dana surpressed a grin; Mulder didn't take much to physical contact, especially by a "mommy" person. But, he always tolerated it from her mother; she supposed their close partnership represented the closest thing to a family he'd had in quite a while. "It smells great in here," Mulder replied, while Scully busied herself setting the table. She next tossed the salad, while Mulder kept her company. He was doing that crazy staring thing again, but she feigned being oblivious to it. However, her mother was also observant, but said nothing. When they finally sat down to dinner, they were all ravenous and dug in with gusto. "Boy, this is delicious!' Mulder proclaimed and Scully quickly agreed. But, he was having trouble with his concentration. Scully's red hair glinted in the lights like fire and her blue eyes were deep and expressive. Although Scully and her mother chatted all through dinner, Margaret never failed to notice how Mulder's eyes kept returning to her daughter. Later when they finished, Mulder excused himself to the bathroom and her mother turned to her. "So, how are you, Dana?" Scully smiled; she knew what her mother was asking "I'm fine, Mom," she said. "Really. Brent knows it's over and it's been a few weeks now. I feel much better without the pressure. But. ..." she hesitated.... "mulder's been weird lately." "How so?" her mother asked, but she thought she knew the answer already. "I don't know, exactly," Scully said slowly. ÒI keep catching him staring at me, like he's waiting for me to pop or something. I know he was concerned, like you, about the breakup and my emotional state, but still, it's making me nervous." To her surprise, her mother chuckled. "What?" she asked. Margaret put her hand on her daughter's arm. "Dana, it's so obvious to everyone but the two of you," she replied. "What are you talking about?" Scully demanded. "Dana, Fox Mulder is in love with you; he has been for a long time. " Scully was so stunned, her mouth dropped open. "Mom, what are you saying?" she whispered, conscious that Fox might return any time. "Honey, even Melissa had noticed it in the past. Why do you think you couldn't become involved with Brent on a deep level?" "You and Melissa discussed my love life?" Scully wailed in spite of herself. "Mom, how could you? And, Mulder has nothing to do with Brent! He's just my partner, and a nut, at that." Suddenly, Mulder appeared in the doorway. "Everything all right?" he asked, seeing their expressions. "Fine," Scully replied. "But it's late and I'm tired. You ready to go?" She gave her mother a warning look, as they got ready to leave, but Margaret just smiled. Ahhh, these young people; why was everything so complicated these days? She shook her head as they left, wondering how long it would take before they realized their own feelings. Well, she had tried to help and plant the seeds tonight. She knew her daughter; Scully may have dismissed it, but she would be mulling this over for a while. On the ride back to the office to get her car, and all through getting ready for bed, Scully did think about her mother's words. Could she be accurate? No, that's ridiculous! She banished the horrid thoughts as soon as they came. She couldn't have a relationship with Fox Mulder; no woman could! Then, it hit her; if any woman could, it would be Dana Scully. Who else knew how he thought, shared his passions, and kept him in check? She shook her head ahead and slipped beneath her covers. But, her dreams that night were filled with strange erotic images and she silently cursed her mother for that conversation. At his apartment, Mulder sat awake on his couch also thinking. Why was he always staring at Scully? He tried to analyze it objectively, but if the activity in his pants was any indication, he definitely couldn't distance himself from this! He sighed and slipped one of the videos from his private collection in to the VCR. He figured it would lull him to sleep, but every woman suddenly had Scully's face. He tossed and turned on his sofa, suddenly feeling that if he didn't get to touch his partner soon, he would explode. The next morning at the office was oddly tense. Each partner had their own thoughts, but if one could read their minds, they were actually on the same wave length. Scully found herself also watching Mulder, the way he looked with his glasses perched on his face, his absorption with his files, the way his lean legs rested on the desk. She found her thoughts wandering to what it might feel like to run her hands up those long legs to....Stop! she warned herself. Time to get back to work. Mulder also was having his own tormented images. He threw himself into his reading so that he didn't have to look at Scully so often. Each stole glances when they thought the other wasn't looking, and it eventually became so nerve-wracking that Scully stated she had a headache and was leaving early. Mulder seemed surprised at this, but said nothing, trying not to note the way she smoothed her skirt over her shapely legs as she prepared to leave. She tossed her jacket carelessly over her shoulders and smoothed her hair in back of her ear, in that self- conscious manner she had. All of it was endearing to Mulder. When she had left the office, Mulder let out a long sigh. What was he going to do? He had no idea how Scully felt but being the no-nonsense person she was, he didn't feel she would take kindly to any admissions of lust or hint of a personal relationship. He almost chuckled to think how she would take any romantic or sexual approach of his. But, the situation wasn't funny; he usually had no time to think of Dana Scully or any other woman; but lately she was on his mind often and disturbingly. He decided to stay a while and finish up his reports, then find something to do tonight to keep his mind off his partner. It was now about ten p.m. Scully had managed to get rid of her headache but did not call Brent back, as promised. They had made an agreement that if she felt better, she'd call and they could talk about the break up, and if not, they'd go out tomorrow night instead. So now, in spite of feeling a bit better, she didn't make that call. Scully paced around her apartment, trying hard not to remember her conversation with her mother. She also attempted to dismiss all thoughts of Fox Mulder and his long-legged physique from her conscious thoughts, but that proved futile as well. Sighing, she sat down and closed her eyes, letting her thoughts go where they would. Green, soulful eyes, pouty lower lip, toothy, irritating grin, soft and masculine voice, the passionate expression his face as he pursued his obsessions. Without realizing it, Scully's face had grown soft and her pulse had begun to quicken. How had she *not* realized her feelings? Damn that conversation with her mother! Suddenly, she decided she'd had enough. She stood up determinedly and went into her bedroom. Pulling open her drawers, she made a few choices and begun humming softly to herself. Fox Mulder would have the shock of his life tonight! End Part One From XYHJ52D@prodigy.com Sun Oct 06 01:21:28 1996 Hi, am posting this for the author below. Please send all feedback to Teall1. **Mulder, Scully, Melissa, and Mrs. Scully belong to CC and Fox; no infringe- ment intended. All feedback is welcome and encouraged to: Teall1@aol.com THE SEDUCTION by Teall1@aol.com NC17 Part Two Mulder had some difficult hours of his own tonight. He had been so hopped up after thinking about his partner, he did something he rarely ever did. He went to a bar, flirted with a pretty blonde, and brought her home. He was just in the process of getting them some coffee and planning his strategy, when the sound of a key in his lock startled him into reaching for his gun. He whirled around and saw Scully framed in his doorway. "Scully?" he asked incredulously. "What's wrong? Why are you here?" She just smiled at him and came inside. "Uh, if there's nothing wrong, I'm sorry but I have company now." This 'the living room. Scully approached her and handed her a purse. "Sorry, Mulder's busy tonight after all," she said playfully, and escorted the blonde out the door. Mulder's eyes darkened, but he had no idea what was going on. Should he be angry? He didn't know. Scully purposefully locked and bolted his door, then turned around. Without a word, she pushed him backward gently, until he was seated or flopped onto his couch. Then, she stood over him, staring deeply into his eyes. He began to feel nervous and excited all at once, but afraid to even breathe. Scully then straddled his knees, standing over his long legs and smiling in a strange manner. "Scully wha....Ó he stammered, but she put her finger to his full lips. Then, she bent over and kissed him long and hard. Mulder could barely catch his breath, before she let go, pushing his hands away from her. "Sit still," she commanded softly. He complied and she deliberately began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it roughly off his shoulders, revealing his strong and tanned chest. Mulder never took his eyes of her, as she slipped off her coat. He gasped. Scully let her coat fall to the floor, revealing her short slip dress and very little else. She stepped out of her shoes, her thigh-high black nylons topped with lace quite visible. One strap of her black slip slid down her small shoulders, highlighting her creamy skin. Mulder began to sweat. She came at him again, pushing him onto his back on the couch. She then straddled him, sitting down on his legs and began kissing his neck, ears, and full lips. Mulder fell delicious chills up and down his body, as Scully also ran her hands up and down his chest and stomach. It tickled and excited him unbearably, and he tried to squirm away from her, needing some time to get his composure. "Stop it," Scully ordered, and held him tighter. Mulder was still in shock, so obeyed. What the hell was wrong with him, he thought, and what the fuck was Scully doing! He didn't have long to wonder. She sat up and pulled her slip over her head, then stood up. Mulder let out an audible gasp. Scully's lovely breasts sprang free and all she wore were her black lace panties and those silly thigh-highs. She gazed at Mulder triumphantly, as his flaming erection became instantly noticeable. With a laugh, she came to him once more. This time he was ready for her. Mulder grabbed her and pulled her close, kissing her back with all the passion he had in him. Oh God, this was more than he could bear at once. Scully again took the lead, pushing his arms away. She then proceeded to lick and kiss him everywhere, especially his earlobes, which made him shiver. He kept trying to return the caresses, but she refused to allow this yet. Her fingertips slid over him; his skin was soft and warm. She made her way down to his lower stomach, tearing his belt and jeans open. She pulled his jeans off, kissing the path they made sliding down his legs, and Mulder moaned aloud unable to stop himself any longer. Scully kissed and nibbled her way back up his legs to his boxers, and when she lowered those and kissed his throbbing organ, Mulder nearly jumped out of his skin. He began to groan in earnest now, and Scully knew she couldn't restrain him any longer. With an animal sound, Mulder threw Scully down on the couch and began to explore her body, removing her nylons quickly. His hands traced feathery patterns up and down her legs, as he moved to her panties. When they were also gone, Mulder used his mouth and hands to cover Scully's small body. "Oh, God," he murmured, as she began to writhe under his touch. His breathing became fast and loud, as the pleasure he was giving her caused her to cry out. Mulder rubbed her sensitive nipples with one hand and ran his other across her abdomen, moving ever closer to her pleasure core. When he at last parted her and slipped his fingers inside her warmth, she thought she might pass out. Sensing her readiness, Mulder bent his dark head to her, using his mouth and tongue expertly to tease her into a frenzy. "Mulder," she whimpered, "stop. I....I'm going to faint." "Oh no you won't," he whispered into her ear. "I won't let you." Suddenly, as he released her for a moment, she rolled him off the couch and onto the floor. She was on top of him and they were both naked and sweaty. Scully took his head by the hair and pulled him back, kissing and biting the sensual areas on his neck. Mulder began to pant and moan, trying to get at her but so lost in sensation he felt weak. He grabbed at her, but she kept at him, moving her hands all over him while he returned the favor. By the time she was ready, she knew that Fox couldn't last much longer. "Scully, shit, I can't stand this much more," he rasped, trying to catch his breath. "Please, let me...." she covered his mouth with her own, cutting off his words. He tore away from her.... "Damn it....."he swore roughly and pulled her to him. Scully fitted herself onto his hard cock and began to ride him slowly and maddeningly. Mulder put up with this for as long as he could and finally threw her up and under him. Grabbing a condom from his jeans pocket, he quickly returned to the passionate task at hand. He pinned Scully under him, her fiery red hair spread out like flames on his carpet. She looked up into his eyes, her own ablaze with desire. Mulder felt his last hold on sanity disappear, as he realized who was under him and what was about to happen. "Scully, I.....are you sure....." he couldn't finish, because she had grabbed him by his erection and almost forced him inside of her. That finished any illusion of control Mulder had left. She put her lips to his ear and hissed, "Do it." Then she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the situation she had created. Mulder groaned and drove himself into her, filling her with desire, heat, and ecstasy. She whimpered and nearly sobbed with her arousal. Mulder heard her and felt he had never been so turned on in his life as he was now. He could not believe this was happening, but as he neared the edge of the precipice, he lost all rational thought. His climax overtook him and his cries of release were wild and feral. Scully had never imagined Fox Mulder could be like this. How could this somber man know so much about pleasing women and be so uninhibited? As she lost herself in her own orgasm, they only knew each other at that moment; all else was obliterated. As Mulder collapsed onto her, she wondered how they ever waited to come to this point. Finally, he lifted himself off of her small frame, afraid he would hurt her. As he held her tenderly, watching the flush of aftermath slowly recede from her face and body, he marveled at this turn of events. Scully smiled tenderly up at him. "Was it good for you?" she quipped. He laughed out loud in that way Scully adored. "Unbelievable," he replied truthfully. "Scully, we need to talk. I'm sorry, but I gotta ask....why did this happen tonight?" His boyish look of hope nearly put her over the edge again, but she tried to answer truthfully. "Mulder, I've not been oblivious to your staring and glances lately. When we had dinner at Mom's the other night, I talked to her about it a bit. I guess it was something she said....Ó here Scully stopped, unsure of where to go next. "What was it?" he prompted. She looked at him and looked away. "Come on, give it up." "She said...well...she told me...Mulder, she said you were in love with me and had been for a long time." She couldn't meet his eyes now. There was a long pause. Then he took her strong chin in his hands and turned her face up to his. "Smart woman, your mother," he responded softly. She stared into his beautiful green eyes. "Then...she was right?" For an answer, he kissed her long and deeply. She sighed and then frowned. "Mulder, how could this have happened? I mean, why didn't we know before? I only just realized how I feel about you. Have I been so immersed in work and....and Brent?" He winced at this last. "How could anyone be immersed in that....that football hero!" he spat out. She was going to retort, but they both suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. Mulder was so opposite of Brent Thatcher it was comical. Brent was indeed a football hero from college, big and burly, making Scully feel small and fragile. It struck her now; with Mulder she felt precious and protected, but not small and inconse-quential. He treated her like an equal, but one which he treasured beyond belief. She realized now that's what drew her to this man beside her. He could be so obsessed, yet so tender with her when she was upset or needed comfort. And, as evidence just showed, he could be a wild man when driven with sexual passion. She nearly blushed to think of his response to her and what that did to her. "Scully, when I thought of you and Brent together, it did drive me crazy. I all of a sudden realized how much I hated him and wanted it to be me. I....I guess I didn't do a very good job of hiding it." She gazed down at his newly forming erection and giggled. He grinned that heart-stopping smile and she made as if to attack him again. "Oh no you don't," he warned. "This time, I'm driving!." She could barely smother her laughter as he covered her mouth and body with his own. This was going to be a long and wonderful night.