Complete (1/1) NC-17TITLE:  Complete
AUTHOR:  Maidenjedi
RATING:  NC-17
ARCHIVE:  Yep.  Run with it, baby.
SPOILERS:  all things, Sein und Zeit
DISCLAIMER:  I just don't have the willpower
to leave these characters to the hands of CC
and 1013.  So, I give you this tribute, which
is what fanfic is really all about anyway.
SUMMARY:  Between the couch and Mulder's bedroom.
Need I say more?
AUTHORS NOTES:  This isn't a smut-biscuit.
More like a smut microbe!  I gave in.  I can't 
believe I gave in.  Here is this fanficker's
version of what happened in Mulder's apartment
between falling asleep on the couch and
dressing in Mulder's bedroom.  Every shipper
author out there has done it, and I've
suddenly run out of Requiem-inspired
ideas.  Dedicated to...well...to S, with
the hope that this smut lives up to his
standards.  


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She didn't want to get up from where she
lay on the couch and go home.  It was as
simple as that.

But few things are truly simple.

His apartment was colder than she remembered
it being even in January.  But then, she'd
spent that night holding him close, in hopes
of chasing away demons.  Tonight she was
merely huddled under a blanket on his 
leather couch, and he was....

Where was Mulder, anyway?

Scully sat up, rubbing her eyes as she did so, 
and looked around the darkened room.  Mulder
wasn't in here, and judging from the silence
he wasn't in the kitchen either.

That left one possibility.

The bedroom.

Scully decided that she really didn't want
to stay on his couch all night.  It may 
have been chilly in the room, but her hair
was sticking to the back of her neck where
she had sweated because of the leather.
Her joints ached for a bed, any bed.  And 
there was one, not twenty feet away.

Where Mulder lay.  Sleeping.

Scully sighed.  Debating the issue would
get her nowhere, and besides, they had had
to share a bed on a few occasions over the 
years.  She had held him close while he slept
more than once, and they'd survived it.  It
didn't matter what she fantasized about when
she did it.  She could ignore it.

Couldn't she?

Of course.

Scully pushed off the Navajo blanket, and
padded into Mulder's room, careful not to 
make noise.  Sure enough, he was sound asleep,
snoring lightly and prone on top of his sheets.
Scully could see in the dark that he was wearing
boxers, but that was all.  A shiver ran up her
back.  *away with that, dana scully.  to bed, to
sleep*

She took off her jacket and let it fall to the
ground.  Fatigue engulfed her, reminding her
what a long couple of days it had been, with
Daniel's reappearance and Colleen's advice.
And not to mention her experience in the Buddhist
chapel.

But Scully didn't want to think about any
of that, didn't want to think of anything at
all.  If she thought, she would fantasize, and
if she did that, she would either have to go home
or suck it up on the couch.  And she didn't want
to leave this room.

She carefully crawled into bed next to Mulder, 
settling in under the blankets made warm by his
presence.  *a girl could get used to this*

She lay on her side, her back to Mulder, and
was dozing off when she heard her name.

"Scully?"

It was the groggy, middle-of-the-night voice that
Scully rarely heard from Mulder.  She wasn't sure if
he was talking in his sleep or had awakened.  She
lay frozen for a moment, waiting to see what happened
next.  

"Scully, are you alright?"

Mulder was awake.  Scully rolled over to face him,
just as he scooted closer to her.  They found 
themselves nose to nose, and a small laugh escaped
Scully's throat.

"Did I wake you, Mulder?"  She carefully backed away 
from him as she spoke.

"Yeah."  A grin crossed Mulder's face.

"I'm sorry.  I'll go back to the couch."  She started
to roll out of bed, her mind suddenly reeling with
thoughts of what she would want if she stayed in the
bed.  His hands, his mouth....

"No."  He said it softly, a plea for her to not leave.
There was so much she wanted to read into that simple
word.  Why did he not want her getting up?  Was he
going
to take the couch?  Did he think it was fine for two
friends to share a bed?

Did he....want something?

Scully laid back down, snuggling her head into the
pillow.  "Ok.  'Night, Mulder."  She tried to be flip,
tried to ignore that he was getting closer to her,
tried to ignore the arousal she felt in this 
out-of-character situation.  

But she failed.

"Scully."

"Mmm?"

"Tonight...."

"Don't say anything Mulder.  I don't want to talk
anymore tonight."

"Scully."

"Yeah?"

"What do you want?"  This came out low, so low
she almost couldn't hear him, even though his mouth
was not three inches from her ear.  But it
was enough.  She wanted so much, and she knew
it was going to be her decision whether to take
it.  Did he want the same things?  She turned
her head and looked him in the eyes, asking him
silently.  

He lay very still, waiting for her answer.  She
decided to oblige him, suddenly aware that this 
was indeed the right time.  All these years, all
the missed opportunities and the doubt, all the
signs and all things came to this moment.  She
wanted to tell him, but couldn't find the words.

So she kissed him instead.

His eyes opened wide, the surprise of what
she was doing not registering at first.  But
he responded in kind, and the kiss deepened.
No chaste New Year's kiss between friends, 
this kiss.  He had waited seven years for this
moment, and he was not disappointed.

Colors swirled in Scully's mind, and her
euphoria was cut short by the need for
oxygen.  She pulled back, ever so slightly,
but Mulder came with her, not ready to let go.
Sighing into him, she kissed him harder.

When the kiss ended, the formerly platonic
friends found themselves wrapped in each 
other.  Scully laughed, pressing her lips
to his forehead.

"Some kiss."

"Yeah."

Mulder pulled her closer, kissing her with
even more fervor than before.  Scully felt
him grow hard against her thigh, and her hands
clenched his back in response.  This was 
quickly becoming everything she had thought 
about for seven years, all the times she
wanted it to happen, fantasized it would
happen.  For Mulder, it was no different.
He brought his hand up her side, and under
her shirt, making her whimper, making her
shudder in anticipation.

They pulled away from each other just long
enough to get Scully's shirt off.  Mulder
made a conscious effort to slow down long
enough to tease her, running his fingertips
along her breasts just above her bra.
She let out one ragged breath after another,
squeezing first his thighs, then giving in
and squeezing his cock.  That did it for 
Mulder.  He reached down and unbuckled her
pants, and somehow she managed to push
down his boxers in the same frantic moment.
Her pants and panties were gone in moments,
and he set to work on her bra.  A frustrated
curse or two later, she laughed and snapped
the clasp in front.  In retaliation, Mulder
bent down to nibble on her neck, working his
way down to her nipples, already peaked and
tender.

She moaned as he suckled each breast, and,
determined not to be undone, reached down
to run her hands over and around his cock.
It was his turn to moan, and he moved his
hands down her torso and between her legs.

He didn't even have to go far before he found
out how wet she was, and it nearly sent him
over the edge.  He pulled back from her hands
and sat back on his knees.  She grabbed his
hands and whispered, suddenly afraid.  "What is
it?"

Mulder heard the timidity in the question and
almost laughed.  "Just gotta slow down a sec,
Scully.  I want to do this right."

He barely heard her small sigh of relief.
"Believe me, Mulder, you're doing this right."
She pulled him back down to her, her lips 
meeting his halfway.  He settled on top of
her, and she spread her legs for him, wrapping
them around his waist as he pushed inside her.

Neither of them was prepared.  Each stroke
was followed by another in quick succession, 
and Scully let out a small cry as she came,
her body racked with shudders.  Mulder came
not long after, and Scully pulled him closer
with her legs as he moaned and fell on top
of her.

They lay like that for several minutes, neither
wanting to move.  No words passed between them,
and both of them were afraid to even breathe,
lest they find out that this was all a dream,
just another fantasy played out in the dark hours
they spent apart.

Finally, "Scully?"

"Yeah?"

"I..."

"Yeah.  Me too."

She kissed him, long and soft.  He kissed her
back, silently thanking whatever power that 
was that she had stayed, that she had woken 
up.

This was a night of beginnings and endings. 
Scully pondered the newest direction in their
lives with the casual drifting of a sated
lover.  

Love had found them long ago, piercing each of
them with its strength.  But until they had each
closed the chapters of torment in their lives 
(him, Samantha; her, Daniel), they had been unable
to begin.  They had been unable to find love.
Until tonight.

The circle had closed, Scully mused as Mulder 
fell again to light snoring.  They were complete.

She was complete.


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The End.
Hated it?  Loved it?
Please remember that this my first and 
probably only attempt at smut, and that I 
think this was a lousy attempt at fluff.
So anyway, back to my lengthy post-colonization.....
Poor college student will work for feedback!
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