Dancing With Mulder
Part 2/2 NC-17
by Lydia Bower <bower2@juno.com>



	There is no conversation in the car. And we don't touch each
other; even though I so desperately want to and I can tell Mulder feels
the same way. There is a sweet torture in forcing ourselves to stay
silent and as far away from each other as the car will allow. We trade
glances and I am fascinated by the heavy, hungry look in his eyes. I
study his hands as they hold the steering wheel. His long, elegant
fingers grip and release the wheel time and again; his only concession to
his inner tension. I know he wants his hands on me instead, and watching
the motion of them reminds me of how they grasp and squeeze my breasts,
my hips.
	We reach his apartment and the game continues as we stand on
opposite sides in the elevator. Mulder's hands are shoved in his coat
pockets and he licks his lips as he raises his eyes to the floor
indicator above the door, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. I
don't think it's ever taken so long to ascend four floors. 
	And then we are there, inside the apartment. Mulder has stepped
inside before me and I hear the click of the deadbolt sliding home as he
closes the door behind me. He turns to me and there is a moment when our
eyes lock that time stands still. He growls "Come here," and I step to
him. My arms wrap around his waist as his hands fly up and grasp my face,
his fingers lacing through my hair. He tips my face upward and urgently
brings his mouth to mine. His kiss is rough and wet and hot, his tongue
plunging into my mouth and dancing across mine. There is no finesse, no
practiced technique; only raw desire. His mouth devours mine, his teeth
bruising and rough against my tender skin. Never let it be said that Dana
Scully doesn't give as good as she gets. I drop my hands from his waist
and cup the rounded cheeks of his butt in my hands, pulling him tightly
against me. I can feel the rock-hard heat of his erection pressing into
my belly and he catches my laughter in his mouth. I have discovered that
there is no power quite so heady as that of knowing what I can do, have
done, to this man. It exhilarates me. It makes me giddy. 
	Mulder is yanking my coat from my shoulders. I shrug out of it
and begin to work on his. He drops his arms to help me and pulls his
mouth from mine. His lips are wet and pouting and I stand on tiptoe and
take his bottom lip between my teeth. Mulder moans and pulls my blouse
free of my skirt, his warm hands slipping under it and playing along my
ribs and back before they move around to cup my breasts. I pull at his
tie and work it loose, starting on the top buttons of his shirt. I am
reckless, bold. I grasp the edges of his shirt in my fists and jerk out
and down, ripping the buttons loose. Mulder chuckles wickedly and leans
into me, his tongue playing along the line of my jaw as he works the
buttons free on my blouse. He pulls it off my shoulders and tugs at my
bra, pulling the fabric down to expose my breasts. He gently pinches my
hardened nipples between fingers and thumbs, watching me, waiting for my
reaction.
	"Harder," I plead.
	"Like this?" he asks and pinches again, rolling the nubs between
his fingers. A low moan escapes me. "Yeah. You like that, don't you,
Scully?"
	"God..." I feel so wanton standing here half dressed, my breasts
exposed and lifted by the bunched fabric of my bra beneath them. I am
panting, out of breath, as though I've run all the way here. And I can
feel Mulder's eyes on me. I watch as they drop from my eyes to my breasts
and his tongue snakes out and wets his lips. I know what he will do now
and I tangle my hands in his hair and pull his mouth down to them. I sigh
and throw my head back as he begins to suckle me urgently, nipping and
licking at one nipple as his fingers dance across my other breast,
squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.. 
	"Yes, Mulder," I sigh. "Oh, don't stop."
	His hands move to my waist and he unhooks my skirt. It drops to
the floor. I step out of it and closer to him. His mouth lifts and traces
a path up my neck to my mouth. He grabs my bottom in his hands and grinds
his erection against me. I am breathless, dizzy. I want him so badly. He
turns me slightly and his hand slips beneath my hose and panties, his
fingers seeking me out. My knees grow weak as he pushes a finger inside
me, exploring me. Mulder groans and mutters against me, "God, Scully.
You're so hot, so wet. Jesus."
	His finger goes to work on me, sapping any strength I might have
had left. His arm around my waist supports me as I sag against him.
Mulder brings two fingers together and plunges them into me before
stroking them upward and unfolding me. He lays them flat against my
clitoris and begins to rub against it.
	ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.... 
	"C'mon, Scully, say it," he urges. "C'mon, tell me."
	"I want you, Mulder. Oh God, I want you."
	My eyes are heavy and I want to close them, surrender to the fire
that burns through me. But Mulder won't let me. He pierces me with eyes
gone black with desire. His voice is husky and fierce and full of
promise. "I'm gonna make you come so hard." 
	His words alone are almost enough to bring me to orgasm. "Then do
it, Mulder," I beg. "Make me come."
	He chuckles deep in his throat. "Uh uh. Not yet."
	He bends, making one swift movement and my panties and hose are
peeled down my legs and tossed aside. My bra is unhooked and joins the
rest of my clothes on the floor at our feet. He turns to the table that
sits by the door and sweeps it clean with his arm, scattering books and
papers and tall candlesticks, and then lifts me up and places me on the
edge. The cold wood against my heated skin makes me gasp. I reach for
Mulder's belt and pull it free as his hands roam my breasts and his mouth
comes down on my shoulder, biting and licking at the tender skin. I
unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper, slipping my hand inside his
boxers. Mulder moans as I wrap my fingers around him. He is hot and hard
and huge. 
	Suddenly he steps back and places his hands on my thighs, roughly
spreading them apart. He sinks down in front of me and plunges a finger
inside me, his eyes focused on his task. It excites me to see Mulder
looking at me this way. His eyes are hooded and soft as he watches his
finger moving in and out of me. I can smell myself in the air, a heavy,
musky aroma. He pulls his finger out of me and I watch him slip it into
his mouth, sucking away my juices. His fingers settle back on my clitoris
as he lifts his other hand, his thumb pulling back the small hood of skin
that covers it. He raises his eyes and they lock onto me. His mouth is
open, his breath coming fast and hard. 
	"Mine?" he asks me.
	I can no longer make the words to answer him. All thought has
left my head. I bite my lower lip and nod, the motion jerky and loose.
	"Mine," he declares and brings his mouth to me.
	I grip the edges of the table in my hands and slump against the
wall behind me, my legs lifting and settling on his shoulders. His lips
are soft, his tongue firm, his mouth hot, and he is quickly driving me
out of my mind. I don't have to direct him or shift my hips or place my
hands on his head to guide him. Mulder knows exactly where and how to
touch me. He always has. From the very first time we both seemed to know
without words or gestures what we each needed and wanted from the other.
Mulder and I have always been very good at that. First as partners and
friends, and now as lovers. We are seamlessly connected. 
	As though to prove my thoughts, as soon as my hips begin the tiny
circles against his mouth that foretell my climax, Mulder pulls away from
me and stands. I can do nothing more than moan and reach for him. His
unfastened pants are riding low on his slim hips and I can see the tip of
his erection peeking out of the top of his boxers. I free it, jerking
pants and boxers down. Mulder quickly bends over and pulls off his shoes
and steps out of his clothes. He turns to me, and grasping me around the
waist, tugs me to him, slipping easily and fully inside me. I watch as
his head tips back and his mouth opens. He sighs and drops his head, his
eyes opening and finding mine. A peaceful smile plays on his mouth.
Mulder dips his head until our foreheads touch.
	 "Home sweet home, Scully," he whispers, his voice rich with
pleasure. He moves slowly against me, thrusting gently as I lift my legs
and wrap them low on his hips. The table is the perfect height for this.
We fit together well. 
	The furious nature of our lovemaking has subsided, leaving us
content for the time being with small movements and this easy connection.
It occurs to me, not for the first time, that we have come to regard the
initial joining of our bodies as a benediction, a thing to be treasured
and enjoyed, not hurried through. The sex is just another link in the
chain that binds us, one to the other; but it is now, this special
moment, that has finally defined us. We are one. Truly. Completely.
Always.
	"I missed you, Scully," Mulder whispers against my mouth. "No
more weekends apart."
	I kiss him once. Twice. "No more ditching me," I bargain.
	"Never again."
	"Liar."
	We both laugh. Mulder wraps his arms around me, under my butt,
and lifts me from the table, turning us towards his bedroom. I am impaled
on him, and my arms snake up around his shoulders. He lifts a hand to my
back, easily holding me up with one arm. He splays his fingers across my
back and I lean into his hand as he continues to pump slowly inside me in
full, long strokes. "May I have this dance, Scully?"
	I grin at him. I am so happy here. "Little too late to be asking,
isn't it, Mulder?"
	"It's never too late. Not for us."
	I kiss the tip of his nose. "Then dance with me, Mulder."
	"That's my girl." He kisses me and carries me into the bedroom.
	We're only a little late getting back from lunch.

THE END