"This is Heaven"
by J. Hallmark (arabian@ite.net)

Disclaimer:  Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, belong to
Chris Carter (Bow down to his glory), 1013
Productions, and the Fox Network.  No
infringement intended.  Please don't sue, cuz I'm not
making any money off of this, and you won't get any
from me, just phone debts.  Fruit-of-the-Loom
underwear also mentioned without permission.

Classification: MSR, NC-17 

Summary:  After working on a case similar to the
Kindred, Mulder finds Scully taking sexual
advantage of him everywhere he turns.  He gives in,
they get it on, and then the sexual stimulant wears
off. They deal with the feelings and situations that
have arisen.

Warning:  There is a hint of an X-File in this story,
but it basically is there to get the sex going between
the best (platonic, unfortunately) lovers on TV. 
Which is where, we 'shippers come in.   I quite
frankly and cheerfully admit that this is smut and will
happily accept praise, comments and critiques at
arabian@ite.net.  If you wanna flame go ahead, but
don't complain because it's sex ... I'm warning you
right now, right here.  

Time frame and slight spoiler warning:  Set further
down the road in the 4th season, mid to late, small
"Herrenvolk" spoiler.  Events in "Genderbender" are
mentioned.  And in my world, TFWID never
happened, just because.

Note:  Because this is total fantasy, I am taking this
note from another fanfic writer in saying that
although in the real world STDs and unwanted
pregnancies are a serious problem, in my world, they
don't exist.  So safe sex is left at the door, no
condoms allowed.


"This is Heaven"
By J.Hallmark

Snowsdon Falls, Maryland

     "This is Malcom Wells, you might want to
hear his story."  Detective Reynolds lowered himself
into his chair, addressing the two F.B.I. agents Fox
Mulder and Dana Scully.  His eyes went up and
down Scully's form, an appreciative smile on his
face.  It died when the partner caught his eye, not
sharing in the masculine evaluation.  Touchy, he
thought, must be boning her himself.
     "Mr. Wells, can you tell us exactly what
happened?"  Scully sat down in front of the
nervous-looking man.
     "Well, it was weird.  I called this woman up
from an ad in the personals and we agreed to meet at
her place.  When I got there, she offered me a drink
and so of course I accepted and then everything gets
kinda hazy.  I just remember that I couldn't stop
myself.  She was pretty, but I don't really remember
what she looked like exactly, just that she was pretty
and I tell you the sex," he stopped and nervously
shifted his eyes away from Scully. "The sex was
incredible.  The best I've ever had.  I've never
wanted to touch or be touched more.  It seemed to
go on forever.  I couldn't even think of stopping,
even when it started to hurt and --"
     "Hurt?"  Mulder interrupted.  "Where did it
hurt?"
     "Uh, well, my brain, my heart, my blood, my,
well, you know," he looked down, a slight flush
lighting his face as his gaze shifted over Scully. 
"And that's when the earth moved."  
     Scully looked up at Mulder, knowing that he
was already looking at her, a wry smile on his lips. 
"I assume you mean the earthquake, Mr. Wells?" 
Scully was proud of him, there wasn't even a quaver
of laughter in his voice.
     "Yeah, the earthquake, things started falling
and suddenly it was like, whoa, what the hell is
going on here?  My body was aching everywhere, I
felt like I was going to die or something and she was
just writhing on the floor, like in this parody of an
orgasm.  It was spooky."
     Mulder lowered his head, a slight, quick
smile on his lips.  "Spooky," he muttered under his
breath.
     "Yeah,"  Wells looked at him.  "Spooky. 
Well, anyway, a friend of mine is a cop and I was
telling him about this and when I said the part about,
you know, I thought I was going to die, he said I
should come down here and tell you people this
story.  He said some people have been found dead,
apparently because of sex.  So, I thought maybe he
was right, maybe this woman had something to do
with it."


     Mulder and Scully stepped outside of the
office.  He leaned in close to her.  "Scully, has the
earth ever moved for you?"  Ignoring the question,
Scully looked down at the slip of paper with a name
and  address on it.
     "Christiana Finn.  Let's go check it out."  She
walked away, leaving Mulder to follow.  

**   **   **

     There was no answer at their knock, so
Mulder tried the knob.  It was locked.  
     "Damn, we have to get a search warrant. 
Wait,"  he headed back towards the elevator and
pushed the down button.  The doors opened with a
hiss.
     "What, Mulder?"  She stepped into the
elevator with him.
     "Maybe there's a kindly landlord or lady who
will let us in."
     Ten minutes later, Mulder, Scully and the
kindly landlord stood in front of Christiana Finn's
apartment. 
     "I haven't heard her or seen her in about a
week.  That's why I'm letting you in and you're
F.B.I. and all, I wouldn't want the I.R.S. coming
after me."
     Scully looked at Mulder behind the man's
back, her eyebrows raised.  "I.R.S." she mouthed
silently.  Mulder shrugged his shoulders, if it works,
the move implied.
     The door opened and they stepped in. 
Mulder turned to face the landlord.  "Thank you for
your help, Mr. Krisloff, but we'll take it from here. 
If we need anything else we'll let you know."
     "Okay, sure."  Krisloff backed out of the
room, eager to be back to his football game.
     The room was obviously deserted and by
someone in a hurry.  There was a half-full glass of
wine on the coffee-table.  Three lights were on
despite it being 2:00 in the afternoon.  A few clothes
were scattered here and there as if someone was
packing in a hurry.  The two agents walked around
the room.  
     Scully tripped over a high heel lying on the
ground.  She stumbled against a small table, her
hands reaching out to steady herself.  Her fingers
brushed against a small clear vial resting on the
table.  She pulled her hand back, feeling wetness on
her finger.  Almost against her own violition, she
brought that finger to her lips, tasting the liquid. 
She felt a sudden, pleasurable heat warm through
her body.  Mulder came up behind her.  Scully had a
sudden urge to rest against him, run her hands
through his hair, over that tall, lanky body, feel him
inside her.  She licked her lips, suddenly dry and
banished her unruly thoughts.
     "What is it?"  Mulder asked softly.
     "I don't know."  Her voice sounded unsteady
even to herself.  She reached into her pocket for a
prophylactic and put it on.  "It's a vial, containing
some sort of liquid."  She picked it up and brought it
to her nose, sniffing gingerly.  Nothing, she held it
out to him, he took a whiff and shook his head.
     "We'll take it back to Washington with us. 
Find out what it is."
     Mulder stepped back and continued looking
around the apartment.  Scully took a deep breath,
trying to control the beating of her heart.  What was
wrong with her?
     "Hey Scully, you said you didn't detect
anything unusual in the victims, right?"  Mulder
called out.
     "Right."  She turned towards his direction. 
"You were there with me at the autopsies, saying
that they died from sex is a stretch.  I don't know
how they died.  I can't really find a cause.  I mean,
yes, all of them were found without clothing and
they had all recently had sex, but still that isn't a
cause of death."
     Mulder walked back into the living room. 
"Well, they called us in on this because of the
Kindred case, but I have to agree with you, I don't
think they died from sex.  But then what did they die
of?  And does Malcom Wells' story have anything to
do with it?  Does this Christiana Finn?  Wherever
she is.  Maybe, we'll get some answers when we find
out what's inside that vial."

**   **   **

     Scully paced back and forth.  She felt hot,
cramped and hungry for something.  She looked
over at Mulder, God, he's beautiful, she thought.  He
was speaking, but the words were flying so high
over her head she couldn't have figured it out even if
she were 10 inches taller.  He stopped speaking,
those lips were silent, beautiful, full, sensuous lips.  
     She walked over to him, she just couldn't
resist, those lips beckoned.  She sat down on his lap. 
He spoke again.  It was complete gibberish.
     "Stop speaking.  You're distracting me."
     She reached out a finger and traced his lips,
murmuring softly, almost a whisper.  "You have
beautiful lips."  She bent down, her hair brushing
along the side of his face.  Her lips touched his. 
Mmmm, she moaned.  Perfect.  Just Heaven.  She
pulled away, and lightly licked her lips.
     She stood up and walked back over to the
table.  She picked up the toxicology report. 
"Mulder, do you  think that this has anything to do
with the Kindred case?  There was no increase in
pheremones in any of the 5 victims here in
Snowsdon falls and I hardly think that Christiana
Finn is Amish."
     Mulder just looked at her.  He was sure his
mouth, his beautiful mouth, he thought wryly, was
still hanging open.  Did Scully just kiss him?  Did
Scully just do what she just did?  
     "Scully, did you just kiss me?"
     "Yes."
     "Why?"
     "Because you have a beautiful mouth and I
just couldn't resist.  Are you going to answer my
question?"
     He shook his head.  "What question?"
     Scully sighed in exasperation and set the file
down.  "Nevermind, I'm tired, you're tired, we'll
discuss it on the plane.  I'm going to sleep."
     Mulder smiled faintly, "'Night.  Don't let the
bedbugs bite."
     She smiled back and then left his room. 
Mulder closed his eyes, relieving the feel of her
against his thighs, the feel of her fingers on his lips,
the kiss.  Simple, brief, barely a touch and yet he
shook him more than he could have ever possibly
imagined.  I'm gonna have great dreams tonight, he
thought.

**   **   **
Washington D.C.

     Mulder groaned inwardly.  I hate paperwork,
he thought as he sat at his desk back in D.C. in the
good ole basement, home of  "the F.B.I.'s most
unwanted."  He stretched and reached for a pen,
then Scully walked in.
     He looked up cautiously, wondering if she
was going to pull any more funny stuff.  That
beautiful mouth comment affected him more than he
had cared to admit at the time, not to mention the
kiss, but a night of restless turning and erect dreams
about his partner sent a stunning realization to his
brain.  He wanted Dana Scully.  As a woman.  And
what a woman she was.  Of course he had noticed it
before, but it had been separate from, well, from real
life.  She was carefully categorized in "the
untouchable department" and that was that. Sure, a
stray thought crossed his mind now and then when
she was looking particularly delectable, or whenever
she made those long-winding scientific statements of
hers. Those never ceased to warm the temperature a
tad bit. 
     And of course he loved her.  That went
without saying.  Literally.  He had never said that he
loved her, but then nor had she.  But it was there,
they both knew and that was enough.  But now,
actual serious sexual contemplation had entered the
equation and it was becoming a little more difficult
to maintain a friends-only demeanor.
     Of course, he could handle it.  He had
managed to submerge practically every sexual
thought about Dana Scully for four years now.  Just
because, those sexual thoughts were increasing by
the second and were a lot higher in pornographic
content than before didn't mean he couldn't handle it.
     "Good morning, Scully."
     "Morning, Mulder."  
     She was wearing that tight, white blouse.  It
stretched just so across her chest. Funny, he
thought, I never realized that I noticed that before. 
And ooh, she was wearing a skirt, the Man upstairs
must be in a good mood.
     Scully walked over to her desk, carefully
setting down her cup.  "Mulder, do you have the file
for the Snowsdon case?  I want to read over the
accounts before writing my final summation."
     "Yeah, sure.  But I'm still looking at it, give
me a couple minutes.  Just relax, drink your coffee,
read the paper."  He looked up with a smile.
     She smiled back.  It was that smile.
     He looked down, suddenly disconcerted. 
Scully favored him with that smile rarely, very rarely
and she just beamed it at him ... over coffee and a
paper.  Weird.  He shook his head and then returned
his attention back to the file.  
     A couple of minutes later, Scully cleared her
throat and Mulder looked up.  
     "Yes?" He inquired.
     Scully slowly twirled a lock of hair in her
little finger, she moistened her lips.  Mulder felt a
slight reaction in his nether regions.  
     "Do you think I'm attractive, Mulder?"  She
asked softly, her voice just above a whisper.
     "Uh, yeah, yes," he swallowed nervously,
wondering what brought this up.  "I think you're
very attractive."
     Scully pushed herself away from her desk
and rose.  She walked towards him, Mulder watched
her come to him and for some reason a little fire
began to light in his stomach.  He took a deep
breath.  She leaned upon his desk, her hands resting
flat.  Mulder was treated to a sudden, tantalizing
glimpse of pale breasts emeshed in white lace gaping
from her vee-shaped bodice.
     He tried to look away, really he did.  But the
opportunity was there, so ripe, so available and
fitted so well with the recent train of thoughts
concerning his partner, he just couldn't.   He might
as well enjoy it, he thought.
     "Attractive in what way?"  
     "What??" He tore his eyes from her
decollatage, embarassed to realize that he was
openly staring.
     "In what way?"  Scully repeated.  She
straightened up and Mulder could semi-concentrate
on the question.
     "You're beautiful.  And sexy."  Did I just say
that? he thought.  Was that rampant lust and
sincerity rumbling in my voice? He cleared his throat
and attempted a joke, hoping to break the tension
whirling warp speed around them.
     "What about me, in the immortal words of
Rod Stewart ... Do ya think I'm sexy?"  He leered.
     She laughed, a silky, throaty laugh, that
stopped him cold, mid-leer.
     "Oh Mulder," she walked around the desk
and leaned against him, bending down to whisper in
his ear.  She loped her arms around his neck, her
fingers just brushing against his belt.  "You're so
sexy, you make me purr like a kitten."
     Before he could react, Scully straightened up
and headed back towards her desk.  She sat down,
and picked up the phone.  A couple of seconds later,
her no-nonsense voice filled the air, typical Scully as
she discussed slicing and dicing a corpse.
     Mulder stared at her, open-mouthed, lust
flushing his face.  He shook his head and stood up,
carefully holding the file in front of his pants.  The
bathroom was a good place to be right now, he
thought. And that's where he went.

**   **   **

     Mulder changed the air conditioner
temperature from medium cool to very cool.  Hope
that helps, he thought.  He walked back to his chair,
trying to avoid the sight of Scully sitting at her desk,
her legs crossed across the desktop, her eyes closed,
her lips parted.  He wasn't doing a very good job. 
"Down boy," he murmured beneath his breath.  This
was getting to be rather hard,  no pun intended,
haha, he thought.
     Sitting down at his desk, he took a deep
breath and picked up the file on the Snowsdon Fall
disappearances.  He opened up and began to read. 
His concentration was going swimmingly until he
felt her behind him, leaning over his shoulder, her
breath soft and tantalizing against his neck.  He felt
her breasts push and press against his linen shirt.  He
groaned mentally as Malcolm Wells' account swam
before his eyes, words like "I couldn't stop by
myself," "the sex was incredible," "I've never wanted
to touch, to be touched more," jumping out in sharp
focus.  Scully pulled away, Mulder breathed an
inward sigh of relief, then she pushed back down,
sensuously sliding against his back, a light purr
escaping from her throat.  The sigh heightened to a
delicious moan.
     "Scully," he whispered.  He cleared his
voice, and arched his back away from those
luscious, questing ... "Scully, would you please stop
that."  
     His voice trembled.
     "What?"  She replied in a perfectly normal
voice.  She moved from behind him and pulled up a
chair, sitting next to him.  "Mulder?"  
     He closed his eyes briefly and then looked at
her, fighting for normalcy.  He lost, but hey, he
thought, it was a valiant effort.  "Yes, Scully?"
     His voice still trembled.
     "You look tense," she murmured, her pink
lips pouting just so.  "Let me help calm you down."
     Mulder was lost in her eyes for a moment. 
He tore his gaze away, down, to those lips, soft and
pouting and lush and imminently kissable.  "Oh My
God!!" he cried as her fingers found him through his
trousers and molded to his rapidly hardening
erection.
     "Scully -"  He sharply exhaled.  "What are
you--"  her fingers found his zipper and a little tug
and he was free.  "Oh God!"  She was bending
down, before he could utter another word, another
syllable, another sound, all he saw was the crowning
auburn of her hair, and then, they were on him,
those lips.  Those soft and lush, Oh My God, his
mind moaned, or was it his lips?  Then a sound like a
purr, a tiny mewl ... it came from her and he, he was
coming right now.  She was purring like a kitten.
     Her lips, her tongue, her fingers, the soft
pads of her fingers, the brush of her silken hair
against him.  His hands gripped the desk, his fingers
searching for something to hold on to.  His eyes
closed, his fingers stiffened, then relaxed, over and
over, his breath came in short pants.  His mind was
whirling, Scully, Scully, Scully, Scully, it sang, over
and over and over again.  The pleasure, God, it felt
... she felt so good.  Up and down, she stroked him,
licked him, sucked him dry and time stood still and
then he was flying and one last stroke, one last pull
of those lips, those perfect lips and he came crashing
down.  He couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak, he
couldn't move, all he could do was glory in the glory
of the perfect blow-job, delivered courtesy of, Oh
My God, Scully.
     She straightened up.  And she smiled. 
Smiled.  Scully smiled at him, warmly, casually.  She
licked her lips and casually redid his pants.  She
smoothed her hair and reached for the report.
     "Mulder, I think that once we find out what
is inside that vial found in Finn's apartment we may
find out what it was that happened."  She looked up
at him, his eyes closed, his features flushed. 
"Mulder? Are you alright?" He nodded absently, his
eyes still closed.  She got up and walked over to her
desk.  
     "Why they bothered to call us ... I really
don't see a connection between this case and the
Kindred case."  She suddenly stood up from behind
her desk and set the file down.  "Unless ..."  She
walked over to the file cabinet and sought the
Kindred file.
     Mulder sat at his desk, his mind racing,
trying to make sense of the fact that his
no-nonsense, practical, sexy (where did that come
from?), mind-altering (from the nether regions, his
mind replied), uh, sensible partner had just given him
the most incredible blow-job of his life.  He
wondered if he was losing his mind.  Where did this
come from?  He thought.  All day, well, yesterday
too, if you count the "you have beautiful lips"
comment from the motel, she had been acting
amorous, but almost as if she didn't realize she was
acting amorous.  
     Maybe, she's just trying to drive me crazy. 
With Lust (with a capital L.)  With wanting.  For
her.  For Scully.  Dana Scully, his partner.  His
partner, who for the first time he was really seeing as
more than a partner, but as a woman, an incredibly
seductive, beautiful, blow-job-giving woman. 
Whoa!  
     Maybe sexual thrall did have something to
do witht his case.  Maybe something happened
there, but that didn't make sense. He was there at the
autopsies.  He was there when they searched
Christiana Finn's apartment.  He was there at every
crucial point of the case.  How could she have been
affected and not him?  
     Maybe this is her not-so-subtle way of 
telling me that she wants me.  Yeah, that's it.  I
mean, it's not like she hasn't acted jealous around
other women.  Maybe, hell, I don't know.  
     He buried his face in his hands.  
     "Mulder." He looked up, warily.  She stood
before the file cabinets, holding a case file in her
hand.  She beckoned him with a toss of that
glorious, silky-soft, red hair, hair made for running
fingers through and smelling and savoring the feel of
it brushing over his naked fle--
     "Mulder!  Come here."  
     "Coming."  Oh yeah.
     He walked over to her, tentatively,
half-hoping, half-dreading she would jump him. 
Hope, because, he really, really wanted her to. 
Dread, because if she didn't stop what she was
doing, he didn't know how much longer he could
keep from grabbing her and taking her right then and
there.  Jumpme, jumpme, jumpme, jumpme,
jumpme, he silently begged.
     "Mulder, look at this."  He came up behind
her and for the first time since they met, he felt
nervous about standing too close to her.
     "Scully?" he questioned softly.
     "Hmm?"
     "Did you see or mess with anything in
Snowsdon Falls which might explain how you've
been affected?"
     She straightened up, her back brushing
against his check, waves of her hair brushing against
him.  He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
     "What do you mean?  You were at the
autopsies and I was careful with everything?  Why
would you think I'm affected in anyway?
     He stepped back and laughed in more than a
little disbelief.  "Scully, sex may very well be a factor
in this case and you just gave me a blow-job!  A
tremendous one at that, I might add."
     Scully turned to look at him, "Mulder, you
were tense, I was just helping you relieve some of
that tension.  I was just supposed to sit there while
you squirmed like a caught rat and attempted, badly
I might add, to conceal your hard-on?"  She shook
her head faintly, and rolled her eyes before turning
back to the file in her hand, her back once more
facing him.
     "Excuse me?  Am I missing something here? 
What you just did was a kind act of partnerly
friendship?  I don't think so --"  
     "-- Mulder, just drop it.  Look," she held up
the file for his perusal.  "I don't see any evidence of
connection, I thought maybe the time frame was
similar, but it's not.  Do you see anything?"  Mulder
peered over her shoulder.
     "Just down your blouse."  He muttered
softly.  She stiffened and her nipples suddenly stood
on end.  A soft moan escaped her.  She leaned
against him and Mulder dropped the file.  She
reached out for his hand.  He was frozen, barely
breathing.  She brought his hand to her blouse,
impatiently maneuvering his hand underneath the
vee-shaped neckline.  She squeezed his hand,
squeezing her breast, the lace of her bra, a friction
against her sensitive flesh.  Scully released his hand
and reached behind to hungrily run her fingers over
him.  Mulder shut his eyes, his hand still.  She arched
forward, her breast filling his cupped hand.  That
was it. 
     He lowered his hand, quick as lightning and
turned her to face him.  He pulled her into his arms,
his fingers thrusting through her hair, cupping her
head in his hands, tilting her lips, those lips to his
own.  Heaven.  He was in heaven.  The feel of her
lips beneath his, soft and open.  He nibbled her
lower lip, she moaned.  His tongue slid into her
mouth, urgently coaxing, hungrily caressing her
own.   
     Mulder lowered Scully to the ground, not
caring or even noticing the chill of the floor.  He was
too hot himself.  His hands reached for her skirt and
jerked up the material.  He reached between her
legs, and almost cried.  Damn pantyhose!!  He broke
from the kiss, "Scully -" but she was already
reaching in between them, jerking at the offending
nylons, as desperate to have him inside of her as he
was to be inside of her.
     As she fought the clingy material, Mulder
feverishly ripped at buttons and zippers, letting out a
little yelp (not quite a girly scream, though) when he
caught that rather sensitive portion of his anatomy in
his haste, the thin cotton of his underwear not quite
protective enough.
     Sudden, soft, small soothing hands helped
ease the discomfort  And then he was poised above
her, there was no hesitation, he was so hard, so fair
to bursting that there was no time for distrust, no
faltering, no question.  He plunged into her.  She
gasped, arching up to him, he moaned. 
Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyeyseyseyes, he
cried mentally as he slid in and out of her, deeper
and deeper, in and out, sweat beading his upper lip. 
She was so tight, so hot, so moist and wet and
perfect, God, she felt so good.  Her arms clutched
around his neck, her fingers digging into his shirt. 
He pulled back, holding back as long as he could
(not very long) and then dove into her welcoming
flesh. A loud cry escaped her as climax rolled over
her, he groaned, thanking God mentally for being a
man. 


     Mulder pulled away from her, looking down
at her flushed features.  Scully smiled.  She reached
up a hand and lightly ran her fingers over his face. 
He smiled back.
     "Damn, that felt good.  Am I crushing you?" 
She nodded slightly.  "Sorry."  
     He pulled himself up off of her, adjusting his
clothing.  He offered his hand and helped her up. 
She fixed her clothing.  Smiled at him.  The Scully
smile, but with something a little more.  He felt a
little tingle.
     She bent down to retrieve the file.  "Mulder,
do you see a correlation between the two cases at
all?"  She looked up at him, completely at ease.
     "Scully, forget the case.  Let's get out of
here."
     "Mulder?  Where are we going?"  He took
the papers from her hand and set them atop the file
cabinet.  Her grabbed her hand and pulled her
towards their desks.  
     "Get your purse, let's go to my place.  I want
to make love to you properly." 
     Scully stopped and tugged her hand free. 
"Mulder, you don't have a bed."
     "Who needs a bed?  I have a futon and a
really comfortable couch."
     Scully sent him a look, and then walked
around the desk.  She opened the bottom drawer
and pulled her purse out.  "Let's go to my place
instead."
     Mulder looked at her for a second.  She
stood there calmly, her clothes a little rumpled, her
hair disheveled.  Her lipstick was pretty much gone. 
And she was the most beautiful thing he had ever
seen in his life.  Her red hair, tousled true, but still
soft and glinting with a haloed glow.  Her eyes, wide
and so blue, he was drowning, lost for a second. 
Electric, dreaming sky blue eyes, still misty with
desire.  Her pale face flushed, her cheeks pinkened,
her lips, lush and luscious and pink and ripe and
everything wonderful that lips could be.  
     He reached out for her and pulled her into
his arms.  She looked up at him.  He lowered his
head, slowly, and his lips brushed against hers.  His
hand moved to the side of her face.  His finger came
to rest by the bottom of her mouth and gently he
tugged at her lower lip before reaching down for
another kiss.  Softly, tenderly.  His tongue licked
out, tasting her lip, tasting the salty texture of his
finger.  She sighed softly into his mouth.  He
dropped his hand, resting it against her hip.  He
opened his mouth, breathing in her breath.  His lips
caressed her lips, his tongue gently playing with
hers.  She leaned against him, her body soft and
liquid against him.  She felt so right. This was so, so
right.
     He pulled away, slowly opening his eyes.
     "Okay, your place.  Let's get out of here."

**   **   **

     Fox Mulder stood before Dana Scully in her
sun-lit bedroom.  Clothes, he thought, we have to
get rid of the clothes.  He was nervous, he couldn't
believe it, especially after what had just happened in
the office, he was actually nervous.  Scully
apparently wasn't.  She turned away from him and
calmly pulled the sheets back.  She fluffed the
pillows and then turned back to him.  She reached
for the top button of her blouse and began, one by
one, to undo them, a little bit of heaven uncovered
with each flick of her fingers.
     She shrugged the blouse off, never taking her
eyes from his, that enigmatic Dr. Scully smile
playing on her lips.  She reached behind her and
undid the button and zipper at the back of her skirt,
down it went.  Then those damn pantyhose, Mulder
felt a sudden, stupid urge to do a victory dance at
their removal.  He resisted.  
     She pulled her bra off.  Heaven help me, he
silently beseeched.  She pulled her panties off.  He
couldn't think.  He found himself completely
incapable of thought.  Completely.   She stepped up
to him, her breasts lightly brushing against his shirt. 
He sucked in a breath.  Scully undid his tie, little red
martians dancing merrily on a sea of black.  She
undid his buttons, tugging his shirt front out of his
trousers with a slight tug.  She pushed off his shirt,
running her hands over his back, then grazing her
fingernails across his chest.  He moaned softly.  
     "Scully," He breathed.
     Scully unlooped his belt, unsnapped his snap,
unzipped his zipper ... his pants slid down.  She
pulled at his fruit of the loom underwear. 
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wished that
he was wearing some sexy briefs.  Oh well.  She
knelt before him, bending down at his feet.  She
looked up
     "Sit down, I have to get your shoes and
socks off."  Mulder moved to the bed and sat down. 
"Are there little spacemen on your socks, too?"
     "No."
     She nodded.  In a few moments he was as
naked as she and she was rising before him.  She
rested lightly atop his lap and gently pressed her lips
into the hollow of his throat.  He leaned back,
putting his arms around her waist. They fell back
onto the bed.  He rolled over her, kissing her
hungrily.
     His lips traveled from her lips, down her
neck.  His hands cupped around her breasts.  So
soft, so perfect, he thought.  His lips met his hands
and his hands traveled down south.  Suckling and
licking at her twin peaks, Scully squirmed beneath
him, moaning softly.  His fingers nestled between
her legs, softly, gently he caressed her, she pushed
urgently against him, her hips arching.  His middle
finger slipped inside her and Scully gripped his
shoulders, her nails scratching down his back.   And
then she stiffened, suddenly.
     Mulder lifted his head up and looked at her. 
She looked lost.  
     "Scully, what?"  His finger stilled, she shifted
beneath him, searching for the feeling again.
     Scully closed her eyes and pushed his head
back down to her breast.  And then her hand was
between them guiding him into her.  She couldn't
wait.  Well, neither can I, he thought.
     He moved into her and Scully bit her lip,
feeling wondrous things flow throughout her body. 
What had happened to her?  Why was Mulder here?
Doing this?  To her? As the feelings rippled through
her, she stopped caring for the moment, just grateful
that he, Mulder, was here, doing these things, to her.
     She arched beneath him, glorying in the feel
of him in her, it felt so right, oh my, this is heaven. 
She ran her fingers through his hair, luxuriating in its
softness.  In the back of her mind, grateful that he
hadn't taken the weed-whacker to his head recently. 
Then she was lost in thought.  Lost in delirium. 
Lost in the sensations drowning her body, her soul. 
Mulder, her mind screamed. 
     He bent down, capturing her lips in a kiss. 
She responded full-force, hungry for his lips, his
hands, all of him.  He surged against her, a cry
breaking from him as he pulled away from her
mouth.  I swear to God, the earth just moved, she
thought.  Those are violins, yes I'm sure that's what
that humming is.  Ohmy,ohmy,ohmy,ohmy,ohmy,
ohmy, ohmy, her mind raced, coherent thought lost
as he pierced her very center and she felt a thousand
volcanoes explode inside of her, erotic waves of heat
and pleasure washed over her.  She screamed, an
inarticulate sound of passion, fever-pitch,
long-withheld, long-silent echoing in the room.  
     She clasped him tightly to her, her heart
beating faster than a speeding train.  He collasped
atop her, his breathing, harsh and shallow.  He was
heavy, crushing her, but she didn't care.  His weight
was heavenly.  Oh dear God, I love this man so
much, her heart cried out.
     Mulder rolled off of her, pressing a soft kiss
to her shoulder.  "Did the earth move for you?" he
asked with a smile.
     "And violins sang."  She murmured.  She
looked over at him, his eyes closed, his breathing
slowing down.  Unbidden, images flicked through
her mind ... Mulder in the motel room in Snowsdon
Falls, she on his lap delivering a light kiss ... on the
floor of the basement ...  in Finn's room holding the
vial ... at Mulder's desk, her head bent, giving him --
oh my God, she thought, a fiery red blush heating up
her face ... pieces and pieces of the last day and half
speeding through her thoughts.  What happened to
me? She wondered.  Her eyes caressed his face, she
reached out a finger and ran it lightly over his
eyebrow, down the the bridge of his nose (the
perfect nose, she thought defiantly), across his
sensuous lips.  
     Who cares?  It happened.  She mentally
thanked God for being this woman.

**   **   **

     The nearby shine of a streetlamp filtered
through the windows.  Mulder stretched and felt the
contact of soft, warm flesh.  Hmhhmm, he thought. 
Yummy.  He looked over at the very delectable form
of his partner, best friend and now, Halleluja, lover
lying beside him.  God, I love this woman so much,
he thought.  She's my life.  Oooh, spooky.   He
smiled.  He turned on his side and cupped her face in
his hand, she shifted, her face resting more firmly in
his palm.  She sighed softly, purred is more like it,
he thought.  Just like a kitten.
     Scully opened her eyes, closed them, opened
them again and pulled back sharply.
     "Mulder?" she sleepily murmured.  "Mulder,"
she sighed and closed her eyes again, snuggling up
against him.
     Mulder smiled, looking down at her beautiful
face.  His watch beeped.
     "Damn," he said, glancing at his watch. 
"Scully, Scul-, Dana, wake up.  I have to go." 
Scully shifted and groaned softly.  Mulder felt a
tightening in his groin.  He grinned, looked at his
watch again.  Mentally, he debated ditching his mom
for sex with his partner.  He sighed, he had to ask
his mother some questions about Cancer Man.
     Scully opened her eyes, "Hmm?"
     Unable to resist, Mulder bent down and
pressed a quick kiss to her lips.  "I have to go and
meet my mom.  Do you want me to come back later
or we can just see each other tomorrow.  Abuse
protocol somemore."
     Scully thought to herself, I need to think
about what happened.  Tomorrow, tomorrow is
soon enough.  I have to wait and see what was in
that vial, see his reaction. Her mind made up, she
replied, "Tomorrow.  And we'll, " she paused and
lightly licked her lips, "talk."
     Mulder bent down for another kiss.  And
another, and one more.  And then he was drowning
in her arms, lost in Dana.   She pulled away and
laughed.  "Mulder, go to your mother."
     He sighed heavily and got up from the bed,
already missing the feel of her in his arms.  We have
our whole lives, he thought as he bent to retrieve his
Fruit-of-the-Looms.  The rest of our lives.

**   **   **
     The next morning, Mulder walked off the
elevator and heading into the basement of the
J.Edgar Hoover Building, whistling.  He stopped
and smiled to himself.  Whistling, he thought.  He
stepped into the office and pulled up short when he
saw Scully leaning against her desk, a piece of paper
in her hand.
     God, she's so beautiful, he thought.  His
heart caught in his throat and his blood seemed to
hum in his veins.  She looked up. and smiled.
     "Good Morning, Mulder."  She straightened
up, a slight, nervous smile on her face and nodded at
the paper in her hand.
     "They are calling it a pheremone tonic."
     "Huh?"  
     "The contents in the vial, retrieved from the
Finn's apartment.  It contains a highly concentrated
form of, for lack of a better description, liquid
pheremones.  I had forgotten this, but the cap wasn't
properly sealed when I brushed against it.  I got
some of the liquid on my fingers and tasted it.  Says
something about the potency of the stuff,
considering how it affected me.  So we can blame
yesterday on that little vial," if we want to, she
thought silently, praying that he didn't want to.
     Mulder hoped desperately that the breaking
of his heart was not too audible in the cramped
room.  Blame? he thought, they needed something
to blame yesterday on?  God, help me, it meant
nothing to her.  Absolutely nothing.  So I guess we
just pretend like everything is hunky dorky, sam' ole,
sam' ole.  Fine.  I can do that.  No problem.
     He swallowed and walked to her, casually
enough, he thought.  He took the sheet from
inbetween her fingers, casually.  And just as
casually, moved away from her tantalizingly sweet
scent as quickly, but casually, as he could.  He sat
down at his desk and read the document.  
     "A pheremone tonic, hmm.  If they could
market this stuff, we'd make a fortune."
Scully nodded, a slight frown furrowing into her
brow.  She stood there while he perused the lab
report, lost in thought.  
     He doesn't care.  It meant nothing to him, I
meant nothing, it was just an easy lay. What did you
expect, Dana Katherine?  What did you expect?  She
laughed inwardly at herself.
     Mulder swung his feet off of his desk and
thought, natural ... casual. "So Scully ..."  She
looked up.  "Now that the effects have worn off, do
ya still think I'm sexy?  Do I still make you purr like
a kitten?"
     "... and roar like a tigress, apparently," Scully
returned with a strained smile, as she walked across
the room and headed towards her desk.
     Mulder's own smile died as he leapt to his
feet and followed her.  Scully stopped and looked at
him with surprise.
     "Scully, I can't do this." He almost groaned
between clenched teeth.  He took her in his arms and
lowered his head for a soul-searching kiss.  Then
just as suddenly he pulled away, leaving Scully
shaken and confused, her eyes wide in question.  
     "Mulder ..."
     He looked deep into her eyes, penetrating,
probing, his hands gripping her upper arms as if
scared to let go.  And then he did.  Let go.  He
turned away, running a hand through his hair and as
he began to speak, Scully just watched, silent,
listening as Mulder paced in circles, never once
looking at her.
     "Scully.  I - I don't know how to explain this. 
For the last four years, you have been partner, my
best friend.  I have respected you, admired you,
liked you, trusted you, and yes, I've loved you, but it
was always separate from Dana as Dana Scully and
Dana as woman.  I never looked at you in a sexual
way, well not that often and when I did, it was gone
like that.  You were Scully.  I looked at you and I
saw a beautiful, sexy woman ... but not affecting me
and then, and then, Scully, in that motel room, you
looked at me and you touched my mouth and said I
had beautiful lips and you kissed me.  Just a simple
thing, just a peck, nothing more ... but for me,
Scully, for me it was everything, it was like, whoosh,
right through my body, Dana ... woman, same thing. 
And this want began and this lust for you, my
partner, my best friend, started to grow and build."
     Finally, he turned and looked at her, his eyes
begging her to understand what he was saying.
     "Scully ... Dana, I thought that I could
ignore it and push it back down and pretend it wasn't
there, and who knows maybe I could have.  But then
you flirted with me, and you rubbed your breasts
against me, and you gave me a blowjob while
reading reports on a case ... and still, still, I thought
'I can handle this, it's an aberration, it's not
happening.'  You were so calm, you acted so
natural, I thought I was missing something, but I
thought 'I can handle this.'  And then you leaned
against me and you let me, hell, you made me touch
you, and I could not, I knew that I most definitely
could not handle this.  I wanted you.  I wanted you
like I have never wanted anything, Dana, anything in
my entire life.
     "Yesterday, making love to you was heaven. 
Quite simply, I can't recall a time that I have ever
been happier.  And I started to believe that this was
right, that this was waiting to happen all along.  That
I ... that I loved you as a friend, as a lover and that
you felt the same way and that we were whole. 
And, oh God, I was so happy."
     He stopped pacing and came to stand before
her as she leaned against her desk, looking at him,
her eyes full of wonder.  
     "Mulder ..."
     "Don't, Scully, I need to say this, I need to
say all of this."  He looked at her for a moment
longer, waiting to see if she would acquiese to his
wishes.  She slightly nodded her head.  He turned
away again and resumed his pacing, throwing her
glances now and then.
     "This morning when we came into work, I
thought, 'This is wonderful, I get to work with the
most beautiful, incredible woman in the world. 
Mulder, this is the rest of your life. Thank God.' 
And you smiled at me when you saw me and I knew
everything was going to be alright.  And then you
held up that damned lab report.  A pheremone tonic,
you were under the influence of a drug-induced
hormone orgy and I, I was under the influence of my
own lusts, my own feelings.  Not you, I. 
     "Dana, it wasn't real.  What I felt for you
was, but for you, it wasn't real.  It was a lie.  It was
a tonic.  You don't want me, you don't feel the way I
feel.   And I can not go back to the way our
relationship was before the motel room.  I can't
make jokes and laugh and pretend that I don't want
to take you on that desk right now.  I can't because I
do.  Want you.  Right now and tomorrow and the
day after that and after that and so and so on until
forever stops."
     He stopped pacing.  He looked at her.
     "I'm done.  That's what I wanted to say.  If
you want to transfer to another department, I
understand.  And I don't think that anyone will
wonder why.  They may wonder why it took so long
for you to get fed up with "Spooky" Mulder, but
that's about it."  He smiled wryly, sadness darkening
his hazel eyes.
     Dana pushed herself onto her desk with a
wistful smile.  "But, Mulder, I like being known as
"Mrs. Spooky."  He just looked at her.  "Mulder,
come here," at his hesitation, she repeated herself. 
"Mulder, come here.  I want you, too."
     He moved slowly to her, standing before her. 
"What?"
     "I admire you. I respect you.  I like you.  I
trust you.  And I love you.  It may have been the
tonic that made me do some of the things I did, but
Mulder, it doesn't take away from the fact that I
really, really, really liked what we did.  And I was
happy, too.  And," she looked away, a pale rose
blushing across her face.  "The effects of the liquid
wore off  yesterday when we were in bed."  She
looked up at him.  "Before you left, I didn't really
know what was going on at first.  But we were
together, and I didn't remember anything but it felt
right and it felt so good, Mulder.  And then it all
came back to me.  And I couldn't stop myself and I
didn't want to stop you.  I just wanted it to go on
forever and ever.  Then you left and I just didn't
know what to think.  I was so afraid this morning
when I read this report, that it was just lust for you. 
I knew when I looked at you, when I felt you inside
me, I knew that the vial had just heightened what I
already felt.  I love you, Mulder.  I don't even know
when it happened, but I love you.  I have loved you
for a long time."
     Mulder looked at her, his eyes full of hope
and something more as he took in her red hair
glinting under the lamp's glow, her lips parted
slightly, the heat of her thighs brushing against his
thighs.  His hands reached around her, clutching her
hips, and he pulled her to him.  She gasped at the
feel of his hardness pressing against her.
     "Mulder ..."
     He cut her off, his mouth descending over
hers.  Their lips met, he pulled back softly, teasingly,
his tongue flicking out to lightly lick her lower lip. 
Their eyes were open, staring into one another.  One
hand slid up her back and cradled her head, his
fingers running sensuously through her hair.  Once
again, his mouth covered hers, their mouths open,
breath escaping and captured, their tongues
entwining.  Her arms wrapped about his neck, her
fingers playing with his hair.  She pushed herself up
against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. 
Mulder moaned and began easing her back, atop the
desk.  Scully suddenly tried to pull away, pushing
him up off of her.  He groaned.
     "Mulder," she whispered breathlessly.  "Not
like this, not here, on a desk in a basement.  Not like
that."
     Mulder took her face in his hands, laughing
softly.
     "Scully don't you know it doesn't matter. 
We could screw atop a desk in the J.Edgar Hoover
building basement or come together on a four-poster
bed with satin sheets and rose petals in candlelight
and it will still be making love.  Because when two
people love one another, when two people connect
so deeply that they become one, it can only be called
making love."
     Scully smiled softly, her love for him shining
in her eyes.  She reached up and kissed him, softly,
gently, lovingly.  "That's sweet, Mulder, sappy, but
sweet. Regardless, if this is going to work, and" she
reached for his mouth again in a quick, possessive
kiss. "I want this to work, we have to be discreet
and we have to be able to separate our personal and
professional lives.  This is professional."  She
stopped and looked down at their intimately,
entwined bodies, and laughed.  "Well, this is not
professional, but we are at work and therefore we
should leave, uh, pleasure for elsewhere.  Okay?"
     Mulder smiled and untangled himself from
her close proximity.  He stepped back and took a
deep breath.  "Okay.  But we're together.  This isn't
--"
     She cut him off, jumping up off the desk and
walking to the other side.  "--Yes, Mulder, we are
most definitely together."  She sat down and picked
up a case file, all business.  "Now, that we know
what is in that vial, we should put an APB out on
Christiana Finn.  Maybe when we find her we won't
have to mark the Snowsdon Falls case unsolved."
     "Okay, that will make Skinner happy." 
Mulder went back to his desk, a blissful joy filling
his heart.  It was going to work, they were going to
be together forever.  He just knew a goofy grin was
plastered on his face.  He didn't care.  He looked
down at the paperwork on his desk, the paperwork
he had left untouched yesterday for other more
interesting forms of activity.  He looked over at
Scully.  He really wanted her, but he could wait, just
not for very long.  He picked up a piece of paper,
wadded it up and sent it sailing in her directions.
     "Hey!"  She looked up and couldn't help but
smile.   He looked so cute.  "Yes, Mulder?"
     "How 'bout you and me meet at, oh, 5:05 in
the backseat of my car?"
     Scully looked down, gently biting her lip and
peered up from beneath a halo of hair.  "How 'bout
you and me, my place, 6:00?  I've got the satin
sheets and candles.  You bring the roses."
     Mulder tipped his chair back, thinking about
it.
     "How bout' you and me, my back seat 5:05
and then you and me, your satin-sheeted bed, 6:00?"
     Her smile was her answer.


THE END