TITLE:		HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVE
AUTHOR:  	DONNILEE
RATING:  	NC-17 
WARNING:	Descriptive sex.  Smut warning.  Mild bondage.  	
		Mild S&M -Back door sex.  Bad language.  			
		Please, no one under 17.
CATEGORY:	MSR ROMANCE/ANGST
POSTING:	ANYWHERE - But Please make sure my name and e-
		mail address are on it and inform me by e-mail 
		of the location.  Thank you.
SUMMARY:	Mulder decides to confess his feelings by 		
		buying a birthday present that leads to 				
		all sorts of questions about relationships, 
		money, the future and exploring the dark 	
		side of sexuality.
SPOILERS:	Not really.  Tiny ones for cancer arc, and 		
		Duane Barry & Never Again.
DISCLAIMER: 	Ho Hum - Well, none of the characters 
		mentioned here belong to me.  No, unfortunately, 
		they belong to surfer boy, Chris Carter and the folks at 
		Ten Thirteen Productions.  Used shamelessly and without remorse.  

SONG DISCLAIMER:  The lyrics to the song, "Love's Discovery", written 
by Emily Saliers and performed by the Indigo Girls is used here without 
permission.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  I decided to do something different this time.  I 
decided that I wanted to write a story that involved acting out sexual 
fantasies of a darker nature.  I wanted our dynamic duo to both have 
secret sexual desires that were outside the norm of acceptable societal 
boundaries and end up exploring them together.  I also wanted to show 
that these desires can be fulfilled without anyone getting hurt if they 
are done with love and trust, two things that our heroes have in 
abundance.  So, knowing Mulder's proclivity for porn and seeing him as 
an adventurous sexual type - and always way too concerned about hurting 
Scully, I figured this could be the outline for a mildly angsty story 
and some out of the ordinary sex.  Also seeing Mulder as a somewhat 
tortured soul who would self-castigate himself for wanting things most 
people view as abnormal, it would fit this set up I had in mind.  So, 
that being said - our dynamic duo experiments with some mild bondage, 
some dominance and submissiveness games, some roughness and some anal 
sex.  There's nothing "sick" in here in the way of anyone getting hurt 
or cut or anything like that.  However if any of the items mentioned 
above bother you, read another story.  YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.



PART 1: (NC-17)

HOOVER BUILDING
FRIDAY, 3:30 PM

Dana sat in her office in the basement of the Hoover 
building staring blankly at her computer screen.  It was 
her birthday today and her partner hadn't said a word. No 
one had. She was turning 37. Oh, she knew her mother 
would call later. She never forgot. Mulder had remembered 
once and given her a key chain. She cringed thinking about 
how she'd read so much into his gift. But he rarely 
spelled things out and was often cryptic, so she had 
thought there must be a deeper meaning.

She had no plans for tonight. She was going to her 
mother's tomorrow. Bill, Jr. and Charlie were both home on 
leave, an extraordinary event in and of itself. Her mother 
was cooking dinner and throwing a little birthday 
celebration with the family. Her mother had told her to 
bring Mulder, but she had not asked him yet. She supposed it was a 
little late, but suddenly, going to her family's 
alone just didn't feel right. Bill would have Tara with 
him. Charlie would have Rena with him, and she would be 
alone. Mulder was her best friend and he should be there.

But what if he didn't want to go? She knew there was no 
love lost between him and Bill, Jr. That was another thing 
she'd been putting off. Straightening out her brother's 
attitude in regard to her partner was on her list of things 
to do. But she saw him so infrequently, she didn't want to 
fight with him when she did see him. The time never seemed 
right. She sighed deeply and looked over at her partner.

He had been late this morning, but for once, he was plowing through 
paperwork with a diligence that surprised her. He had finished a report 
to Skinner on their last case, adding his comments after her autopsy 
results. He'd filled out three backlogged expense reports and filed 
away about ten old files piled up on his desk. You could actually see 
the top of his desk now.

His sleeves were rolled up, jacket hanging on the back of 
his chair. His reading glasses were perched on his nose.  
She loved those glasses. He thought they made him look 
like a geek. She thought they made him look intelligent, 
relaxed, and sexy.

Yes, her partner was sexy, with or without the glasses.  
She'd known that from day one. It had taken about two and 
half years for her to fall in love with him and another couple of years 
before she admitted it to herself. The last two years of their 
partnership had been spent deciding whether or not she should do 
anything about it. No other man was going to take his place in her 
heart. She knew that now. If she'd had any doubts, the debacle with Ed 
Jerse had proven that. Mulder was under her skin and he was there to 
stay. He'd been acting weird for a couple of weeks and nervous the past 
couple of days around her. She didn't know what was going on but 
figured he'd tell her when he was ready.  

She knew he had strong feelings for her, but she wasn't sure exactly 
how strong they were.  He had been more affectionate, more touchy 
lately, as if testing her boundaries.  He'd always invaded her personal 
space, but it had been more blatant lately.  She had found herself 
unable to muster her usual objections and aloofness to his attentions.  
She admitted that she wanted his affection, his attention.  She wanted 
him to touch her.  Her sexual fantasies were rearing their ugly head in 
the middle of the day sometimes now.  No longer were they kept confined 
to the bedroom and the wee hours of the night.  God, she wished she had 
the courage to tell him what she wanted, how she felt, but she hadn't 
found it yet.  A second heavy sigh brought her partner's eyes up to 
hers.

"What's up, Scully?"

"Huh?"

"You've been staring at me for a couple minutes and that 
was your second exasperated sigh. What did I do now? Or 
what didn't I do?"

"I wasn't staring." He arched his eyebrow in a poor 
imitation of her skeptic facial expression and she smiled.
"O.K. I didn't mean to, I was zoned out."

"How come?"

"I need to ask you something."

"Fire away."

"I'm going to my mother's for dinner tomorrow."

"And?"

"And you're invited and I want you to come with me. That 
is, if you don't have plans."

"Me? Plans? Surely you jest. Besides, I always like 
seeing your Mom and who am I to turn down a home cooked 
meal."

"My brothers will be there too."

"Brothers?"

"Both of them. You'll get to meet Charlie."

"Oh."

"Will you come with me?" She watched him do the internal 
debate. He hated being around Bill, but he'd wanted to meet Charlie for 
a while now. She whispered, "Please, Mulder." His head snapped up to 
meet her gaze. She rarely said 'please' and he was obviously shocked. 
Maybe a little confused too. Now he knew there was more to this than 
just dinner.

"Of course, I'd love to come with you Scully. I always like being with 
you away from here. But why don't you tell me what's going on?"

Damn his perceptive little self, she thought. "It's sort 
of a birthday celebration."

"I figured it was."

"You did? I thought you forgot it was my birthday. You 
haven't said anything all day."

He smiled a secretive smile. "Yet."

"Yet?"

He smiled that full-throttle smile that made her experience 
the most annoying clenching sensation in the area of her 
breast bone.  

"Yet," he repeated.

"Mulder, what are you up to?"

"Why don't you go home, Scully. Cut out early, it's your 
birthday after all," he replied. He neatly avoided answering her 
question, she noticed.

"Why am I suddenly nervous?"

He chuckled a low throaty laugh.  She felt a shiver go down 
her spine at the sound of it.  She suppressed the shudder that wanted 
to ripple through her body.  He had the sexiest voice when he was 
relaxed.  And he laughed way too seldom.

"Paranoid, Scully?"

She clucked her tongue and stood up, rolling her eyes.  "I 
will go home.  Tomorrow at 6:00 PM, I'll pick you up, 
O.K.?"

"O.K.  Casual or dress?"

"Casual."

"Jeans O.K.?" he asked.

"Yeah, skip the tee-shirt though."

"Dress shirt?"

"Turtleneck would be good."

"Turtleneck, huh?"

"God, I love the way you look in a turtleneck."  Oops, she 
thought, that just slipped out.

"You do, huh?"

"Yeah."  She felt her color rising and headed for the door 
with her head down after catching the amused look on his 
face.  He stopped her when her hand was on the doorknob 
with another question.

"Scully."

She sighed, without looking at him.  "What, Mulder?"

"Which jeans?"  He wondered, 'How well does she know my 
wardrobe?  This is an interesting development.

Silence.

"Scully, do you have any preference?"  Her back was still to him, but 
he couldn't resist the tease.  He expected a curt 'No,' any second.

She surprised him.  "I like the black ones."  With that, she scooted 
out the door and shut it behind her.


Mulder sat staring at the door to his office with a goofy 
grin on his face.  Several thoughts were racing through his 
head.  

'She wants me to attend a family birthday party, even though she knows 
Bill is there and we don't get along.  She likes the way I look in a 
turtleneck?  He knew that had been a slip on her part.  She hadn't 
meant to tell him that.  He never knew she noticed his clothes or how 
he looked in them.  That was encouraging.  Well, she knew he owned 
black jeans and wanted him to wear them.  She'd obviously checked out 
his body in a turtleneck and jeans.  What the hell did all that mean?  
Could she possibly be on the same page as me?  Want the same things I 
want?  Feel for me what I feel for her?  Think I'm attractive?  His 
heart rate sped up at that thought.

He suddenly felt better about the gift he'd gotten her.  He 
wondered if it was too much and how she would react to it.  
He'd been late this morning because he'd been to her 
apartment after she left to leave part of his gift.  He'd spent weeks 
planning this gift, deciding what to get.  Part of it was what the gift 
was, but the important thing was what the gift meant and how she would 
take it.  He smiled to himself.  Maybe she won't freak out.  He was 
taking a big chance, he knew.  He'd agonized over it.  He knew she 
wouldn't expect what he had left for her.  It wasn't like him - at 
least not in the past anyway.  If she liked it, there would be more for 
tomorrow and for the future.  

He'd been waiting a long time for her to acknowledge the 
feelings he had for her.  He was sure she knew.  Even if 
she didn't return them, it was getting too tense avoiding 
the subject.  She was...softer lately, not so aloof.  She had stood 
closer and touched him more, casually, but more.  She hadn't been 
avoiding his more forward touches like she used to either.  It had 
given him the courage to take this step.  It was definitely time.  He 
couldn't take it anymore.  She had to be told and he had to accept the 
consequences, whatever they may be, because he couldn't live like this 
anymore.

**

Dana opened her apartment door and tossed her coat on the 
rack and turned to drop her keys on the dining room table.  
There was a small white envelope in plain sight on the 
table laying next to a single yellow rose in a crystal bud
vase.  Her name was on the card.  'Dana'.

Who had been in her apartment?  Then she remembered Mulder 
saying, 'Yet', he hadn't said anything yet.  Well, that was 
sweet that he'd left her a surprise.  This must be why he was late this 
morning.

She picked up the bud vase and sniffed the rose.  It 
smelled like raspberries, like all roses.  She put it down 
and opened up the card.

Mulder's distinctive scrawl was inside;

	Happy Birthday Partner.
	Yellow is for friendship.
	Check out the coffee table.
	 OOO M-

She smiled and made her way into the living room.  There on 
the coffee table was another rose in a vase, white this time and 
another card.  She opened it.

	For my best friend,
	Hope all your dreams come true.
	White is for trust.
	Check out the kitchen.
	 OOO M-

She was enjoying this now.  She loved when he played games with her, 
verbal or like this.  It was fun and he rarely did it.  She hurried 
into the kitchen now, anxious to see where this was leading.  Mulder 
had never done anything quite like this for her before though.  It was 
so nice, and so...romantic.  'Where did that word come from?' she 
wondered.  Romantic indeed.  Could he be trying to be romantic?  They'd 
been closer lately, more at ease with each other, not arguing as much.  
He seemed almost shy around her at times.  Mulder, Romantic, same 
sentence, doesn't work for me, she thought ruefully.  But she found 
herself excited, a funny feeling coiling in her gut.

The kitchen table held a pink rose.  The card read;

	To let you know that I appreciate all the times 
	you've been there for me, to comfort me, to listen to 
	me, to just be there for me.  I appreciate it, even 
	if I forget to tell you.
	Pink is for affection.  Bedroom next. 
	  XOOO M-

Bedroom?  He never went in her bedroom.  She felt her 
throat getting tight.  She hurried into the bedroom.  There 
on the hope chest at the foot of the bed was an enormous 
crystal vase with two dozen blood red roses.  She gasped.  
Holy shit, that must have cost a fortune.  Next to it was a 
rectangular package about the size of a paperback book, a 
couple of inches high and neatly wrapped in gold foil.  A 
small tag on top said: 'Open Me'.

She picked up the package and sat down on the bed. 'Why are 
my hands shaking?  She slowly removed the paper to reveal a 
black velvet box.  Her mouth went dry.  'Oh God, what's in 
here?  It sure as hell isn't a key chain!  Long minutes passed before 
she could bring herself to open the box.  When she finally did, a sob 
escaped her, her hand came up to her mouth and tears started scudding 
down her face.  She stared, her breath hitching.  

In the center of the box, held in place by cut foam was a tennis 
bracelet.  Small diamonds and sapphires alternated all the way around.  
Above the bracelet, were teardrop earrings, a round diamond on the stud 
with teardrop sapphires hanging below them.  Below the bracelet was a 
ring with a large rectangular cut diamond with small sapphires around 
it.  All were in white gold and matched.

The lid held a note on heavy bond paper.

	Dana-
	These are for the most extraordinary woman I've 
	ever met, who deserves everything life has to offer.  
	She is brave, wicked smart, compassionate and 
	forgiving.  Her eyes remind of me of sapphires when 
	she is excited.  They sparkle.  This gift is to let 
	her know something that I should have told her a long 
	time ago.  But I'm too afraid to tell her in person.  
	She has stolen my heart.  I don't know when it 	happened exactly, 
but I fell in love with her.

	Dana,  I love you, so much it scares me.
	Red is for passion...  
	Happy Birthday, Beautiful.
	  Love, Fox - XXX

She sat stunned for a few moments before her brain began to 
process what was happening here.  Fox?  What does it mean 
that he signed his first name, the one she was never 
supposed to use.  The one that kept them distanced, 
professional.  Beautiful?  What do I do?  He's in love with me?  Not I 
love you - I'm "in" love with you.  Red is for passion. You don't buy 
diamonds for someone who you consider 'just a friend.' Oh God.  Is this 
happening?

**

Mulder sat in his apartment on the couch.  It was 7:30 PM 
and he hadn't heard anything from her yet.  He was doubting the wisdom 
of his decision now.  He'd gone too far.  What an idiot.  What made me 
think she might want this from me?  He had decided to go for it and 
accept the consequences, whatever her reaction would be.  But now the 
prospect of her running away or reacting badly was looming large and he 
was terrified.

For the first time in a long time, he prayed to a God he professed not 
to believe in.  'Please God, if you're up there, don't let me have 
ruined the best thing that ever happened to me.'

A knock sounded on the door.  He glanced out the peep hole 
to see a Mail Gram uniform.  He opened the door and signed 
for his post.  Closing the door behind him.  He flicked on 
the light, leaning his back on the door and opened the 
telegram.

	MULDER -
	YOU NEVER CEASE TO AMAZE ME. STOP. YOU ARE CERTAINLY 
	FULL OF SURPRISES. STOP. MEET ME. STOP. CHEZ 
	GILLET'S, 9:00 PM. STOP.  SUIT AND TIE REQUIRED. 
	STOP. RESERVATION FOR SCULLY.  D- END.

He read it again and bolted for the shower.  Chez Gillet's 
was a very fancy restaurant in Georgetown, known for it's 
French cuisine and privacy of dining in intimate booths 
with privacy screens.  He showered quickly, brushed his 
teeth and put on a charcoal gray suit with a light gray 
silk shirt and a black narrow tie.  He checked his 
appearance in the mirror.  Satisfied, he grabbed his keys 
and headed out, heart beating way too fast.  He thought, 
'just play along, take it as it comes, just play along.'

**

Scully sat in a booth, fidgeting with her water glass.  She 
looked down at the neckline of her black cocktail dress and 
wondered for the 50th time if it revealed too much cleavage.  

A tight spandex strip inside held her breasts up and firmly 
in place so you didn't need a bra.  The crew collar of the dress barely 
covered her nipples, leaving most of her cleavage bare.  It was snug, 
hugging her curves, but not too tight.  The skirt of the dress fell 
only to just below the mid-thigh, just barely covering the top of her 
stockings.  She was wearing black, fishnet thigh high stockings and 
black pumps.  And, of course, the jewelry.  

She felt sexy.  She wanted to look sexy for him.  He rarely saw her in 
anything but a suit.  If he did, she was usually in jeans.  She wasn't 
wearing anything underneath the dress.  Going without underwear always 
made her feel reckless.  And she needed the courage.

There was nothing to do but think while she waited. 'Why am 
I so nervous?  I hope he was home.  He's the one that made 
the confession.  He was braver than me.  But what do I say 
to him?  She knew she loved him too, but was she ready to 
cross that line?  Really cross it?  Red is for passion.   He felt 
passion for her.  That thought made her unreasonably warm.  Despite the 
courage of her fantasies, could she handle an aroused Mulder?  Mulder 
the porn king.  The thought made her shiver.  

She wanted to handle him.  She could be wild when she wanted to.  He 
had only seen that once, when she had returned with a tattoo from 
Philadelphia.  What a cluster fuck that had been.  It had been a long 
time since she'd let loose though.  And Mulder, well, the man was raw 
sex on a stick.  What kind of lover would he be?  Despite his periodic 
self absorption, he was a generous man.  She guessed that he would be 
fierce, but considerate.  Then again, who would have thought he would 
be romantic?

At 8:55 PM, a small knock sounded on the flimsy door to the 
privacy screen.  The host announced, "Mademoiselle, your 
companion is here."

She stood shakily and composed herself with a deep breath, 
leaning slightly against the table, resting her hands on 
the edges.  Her hands were shaking and it wouldn't do for 
him to see that.

"Come in."  She silently congratulated herself on how 
steady her voice sounded.  The door swung open and Mulder 
entered past the host's arm which was holding the door 
open.  And stopped dead in his tracks.

Ohlordallmighty.  He thought, 'she looks like a vision out 
of one of my fantasies.'  He observed that the 
black dress hugged her curves and showed off her curves and full 
breasts.  'How could someone so short have such beautiful legs?  Holy 
shit, she's wearing fishnet stockings and 3-1/2" fuck me pumps.'  The 
diamonds and sapphires sparkled in the soft candle light of the booth, 
making her eyes glow a deep sky blue.  'Worth every penny,' he thought.  

Her hair was down, softly curling around her face.  His 
eyes ran down her body and back up again, finally meeting 
her eyes.  She was blushing but had a quirky, knowing smile 
on her lips.  She knew exactly what she was doing.  She had dressed 
this way to turn him on.  It was working.  Maybe her reaction wasn't 
going to be bad.  He felt a spark of hope.  He scanned her body again 
and thought, 'I'm in 
trouble.'.  Her voice penetrated the fog surrounding his brain.  All 
the blood in his head was now residing in his groin.  He looked at her 
chest again and saw her nipples harden before his eyes and protrude 
through the smooth fabric.  He grew uncomfortably hard just looking at 
her.

"You're going to catch flies pretty soon if you don't close 
that mouth."

He snapped his mouth shut and swallowed visibly, eyes wide 
as saucers.

**

Scully knew she was blushing.  But, Christ, the way he was 
looking at her, devouring her with his eyes.  His eyelids were growing 
heavy and his jaw was slack.  She was sure she had never seen this look 
before.  Raw desire.  Her nipples hardened against the spandex just 
feeling his eyes on her.  How many times had he looked at her this way 
when she didn't know it?  If she'd seen this look before, resistance 
would have been futile.  It would have been all over.  His wide eyed, 
stunned look was worth all the time she'd spent getting ready.  It was 
hard to render Mulder speechless but it seemed she'd finally done it.  
It was a heady feeling.

She murmured to him.  "You're going to catch flies pretty 
soon if you don't close that mouth."

He snapped his mouth shut.  A moment later, he whispered in 
a low, husky voice she'd never heard, "God help me, you are 
so unearthly beautiful.  Wooo."  He took a deep breath and 
she smiled.

She blushed a deeper red.  "Thank you."  Then nervously, "Let's sit 
down, Mulder."  They slid into the padded bench seat surrounding the 
round table and sat close together, leaning on the backrest.  She 
handed him a menu.  He made a good show of studying the menu, but she 
caught him sneaking peeks at her over the top.  She just smiled.  The 
waiter returned, tapping discreetly, then entered and took their order 
and left.

The silence was getting a little awkward.

Mulder turned to face her.  "Scully, the suspense is killing me.  Why 
are we here?  Not that I mind, but..."

"Because I wanted to talk to you on neutral territory, but 
I wanted privacy."

"Oh."

"And it's my birthday today and I didn't want to eat alone 
even though there is party at Mom's tomorrow."

"O.K.  You could have asked, ya know?  I would have gladly 
taken you out to dinner for your birthday."

"No, this is ME taking YOU out to dinner.  You've spent 
quite enough money it seems."

"Worth every penny," he repeated his earlier thought.

"They're beautiful beyond words."

"They're beautiful on you."

"Thanks, uh, but this brings me to the first thing I wanted to talk to 
you about."  He looked worried, she thought.

All he said was, "Tell me."

"I don't know if I can accept this jewelry."  He opened his 
mouth to protest, but she held up her hand for silence.  
"No, let me finish."  She paused. "I don't know what 
possessed you to buy such an elaborate gift, but it's too 
much, Mulder.  Don't get me wrong.  They are the most 
beautiful things I've ever seen and I had to wear them 
once.  I appreciate the gesture and the meaning behind them, but..."  
She paused again.  "Mulder, these obviously cost a fortune.  I know you 
don't have this kind of money to blow and I don't want you spending it 
on me.  The roses and the notes would have been plenty."

Now he interrupted.

"Yes I do, Scully."

"Do what?"

It was his turn to pause.  He looked like he was deciding 
whether to tell her something or not.  Then he said, "I do 
have this kind of money.  It didn't put me in the poor 
house."

He smiled gently at her stunned expression and continued.  
"I just never had anyone to spend it on until now.  And 
there's no one I'd rather spend it on.  Besides, you can't 
take it with you, right?  I want you to have these things.  
Because of me, you've lost so many opportunities to 
have...other things.

"The least I can do is give you what I can.  Give you the 
things that all women want, at least the things I'm capable 
of giving  you.  I can't give you a normal life, 
or...children...or a steady 9 to 5 job.  But I can show you how much I 
appreciate you, how much I ... love you ... for giving up all those 
things to stay with me.  Show you the 
only way I know how, anyway.  

"I'm not good with words ... well, not when it comes to women anyway.  
I'm more of a doer than a talker when it comes to relationships."

She opened her mouth to speak.

"No, my turn to finish."  Her mouth closed.  "But with you, 
I haven't been doing or talking.  I was so afraid of losing you.  After 
all this time, I didn't know what to say.  I didn't know how to tell 
you ... what I needed to tell you without completely freaking you out.  
Let's forget for a moment, the terror of being totally rejected and 
losing our friendship.  It was time."

"Scully, I can't hide how I feel about you anymore.  It was taking too 
much out of me.  It was tearing me up inside.  I'm sorry if I freaked 
you out.  So ... now you know ... I'm crazy in love with you, Scully.  
But knowing it, you don't need to be uncomfortable around me.  Nothing 
has to change unless you want it to.  We can remain friends if you 
want.  I don't expect anything to happen because I told you except that 
I don't have to act weird.  I just needed for you to know so I didn't 
have to act weird all the time trying to hide it.  You would just know 
why I act the way I do sometimes."

"You're good at freaking me out, Mulder."

He chuckled.  "I know, but I don't know how to change now."

"You shouldn't."

He looked at her intently.  "So keep the jewelry.  I want 
you to have it and I'll be insulted if you mention giving 
it back again."  He nodded as if to punctuate his point.

"Ohkaay.  I have to ask about the money thing."

"What do you want to know?"

"A G-man's salary isn't that good, Mulder."

He smiled.  "No, it's not."

"Well?"

"My folks owned six houses between them, including 
Chillmark.  I got three of them when Dad died and the other three were 
left to me when my mother died.  I sold five of them through a broker."

She thought, 'How had he done all that without her knowing anything 
about it?'  You thought you knew someone but there were still lots of 
things she didn't know about Mulder.

"Why?"

"I didn't want them.  What the hell would I do with six 
houses?"

"You said you sold five, what about the last one?  I mean, 
you still live in your apartment when you could have a 
house?"

"It's a two story, three bedroom, on 15 acres."

"Where?"

"Falls Church, Virginia, just outside of D.C."

"Why did you keep that one?"

Silence.

"Mulder?" she prompted.  He was staring at the screen 
across from the table as if it were the most interesting 
thing he had ever seen.

"Just in case."

"Just in case, what?"

He swallowed hard.  "Just in case there was anyone who 
would want to live with me there, someday."

"Anyone?"  More silence.  He was still staring at the wall 
and wouldn't meet her eyes.  "You mean if you got married?"

"Married or not married."

"Anyone, huh?" she asked again.  

So quietly she almost couldn't hear him, he said, "Not anyone, YOU, 
Scully. In case YOU ever wanted to live with me."  He turned to look at 
her and she met his eyes.  He was afraid of her reaction.  She could 
see that.

"Oh, Mulder, I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything."  He was looking at the screen again.  The 
awkwardness was back.

In an effort to lighten the mood she said playfully, "So, 
how much money do you have, anyway?"

"Why?  Want to date me for my money?"  He was teasing back, 
but she could tell his heart wasn't in it.

"No.  I can think of a lot of other reasons to date you."

He looked at her again.  "You can, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Want to share with the class, Agent Scully?"

She laughed.  'Now or never, Dana.  "Well, you're brilliant for one."  
He snorted.  "You are, and intriguing too.  Never a dull moment hanging 
out with you."  She was smiling now.  She continued.  "You're 
passionate, dedicated, trustworthy, loyal.  I love the way your mind 
works and makes mine work."

"I'm going to get a swelled head if you keep this up."

She didn't acknowledge his comment but just continued.  
"Not to mention handsome ..." then softly, "and incredibly sexy."  Now 
he was stunned again.

'I'm sexy?  Scully thinks I'm sexy?'  His mouth was 
suddenly very dry. He took a drink of water and cleared his 
throat.

"Scully, you think I'm sexy?"  He was trying to catch her eyes but she 
wouldn't let him.

She lowered her eyes and whispered, "Yeah, very."

"Very sexy?"

She was still whispering, "Yeah, 'make it so I can't think 
straight' sexy."  It felt like his heart stopped there for a second but 
it was working again now, and it was working hard.  She was attracted 
to him!  Somewhere deep in his heart he'd known that, but that didn't 
mean her feelings were the same.  He had to see her eyes.  Her eyes 
couldn't lie.

He pulled her chin up with his fingers, and rested his 
other hand on the back of her neck and pulled her head to 
within millimeters of his face.  Hazel met blue and he searched her 
eyes and whispered to her.

"So are you ... incredibly sexy, that is."  She froze.  "Scully, this 
is where you tell me to stop or you pull away."  She shook her head 
very slightly in the negative.

She wasn't going to pull away.  Oh lord.  He made a small hitching 
noise in the back of his throat.  Then he whispered, "Oh god, I want 
... NO ... I HAVE to kiss you, Scully."

He slanted his mouth over hers gently.  He swallowed her little gasp of 
surprise and took advantage of her open mouth.  His tongue swept 
inside, slow and lazy, tasting her, savoring the jolts of sensation 
passing between them.  Her lips were so full and soft.  She shivered 
and tentatively rolled her tongue around his and he groaned heavily 
into her mouth and deepened the kiss. 'I'm kissing, Scully!  She's 
kissing me back!'

As soon as her tongue touched his, he had hardened.  He slipped one 
hand down her arm and the other onto her thigh and slid it up under her 
dress. 'God help me,' he thought.  'I can smell her.  She is aroused, 
because of me.  I've turned her on!  Incredible.'  He could feel the 
heat wafting out from in between her legs.  

The vibration of his groan shook her, causing a melting warmth to flood 
down her spine and pool between her thighs.  Her head was spinning.  
This was Mulder kissing her.  He was so good at this, frighteningly 
good at this!  His kiss was soft but insistent.  Her ears were buzzing 
with the rush of blood in her head.  Kissing him made her feel ... 
complete.  This was so right.  Nothing had ever felt this right.  His 
hand was hot on her thigh.  She was suddenly and violently aroused.  
The rest of the room was going out of focus.  They were in a 
restaurant, they had to stop this.  

She broke the kiss and leaned her forehead on his.  They both smiled as 
they caught their breath.  "Wow."  That was all she could get out.  He 
sighed, releasing her.  They were both breathing heavily.

"Better not do that again here or we'll never make it through dinner."  
She nodded, looking down at the table and trying to compose herself as 
a knock sounded and their meals were delivered.  They ate in relative 
silence, glancing and smiling at each other.  When they finished, they 
ordered coffee and sat lounging.  During dinner they both regained 
their equilibrium.

She caught his eye.  She couldn't remember the last time 
she felt this happy, this content.  She wanted this to happen.  That 
kiss erased all her doubts.  She flashed a full toothy smile at him and 
he grinned in return.  "You are so beautiful when you smile.  You don't 
do it enough."

"I'll try to change that."

"I'll try to help."

She chuckled.  "So, you still didn't tell me how much money 
you have."

"You're like a dog with a bone, Agent Scully."

"Yeah, well, I'm surprised."

"What do you want to know?  My net worth?  Or just my liquid assets?"

"You make it sound like I'm asking because I'm a gold 
digger!"  She knew she sounded hurt but couldn't help it.  "I'm just 
curious."  

"I'm sorry.  I'm just not used to talking about it with 
anyone but my accountant.  And I never advertise it, 
because then all the nuts come out of the wood work with 
their hands out."

"You don't have to tell me.  Forget it."

"No, I know you're just curious.  Sorry, I don't why I'm defensive 
about it.  Let's see, the house in Falls Church is worth about 
$250,000.00.  I don't own much else besides my car and my clothes."

"Must be a nice house."  He nodded.  

"I'll show it to you sometime."

"The last time I checked I had about $500,000.00 
tied up in IRAs and the stock market.  I have two savings 
accounts with $100,000.00 in each and a checking account 
with about $50,000.00 in it.  I'm worth about a million 
dollars, give or take."

"Whew."  Dana whistled.  Who would have thought?  Fox 
Mulder is a rich man.  You'd never know it by looking at 
his modest apartment.  But he did buy only the best in 
clothes, now that she thought about it.  Tailored Armani 
suits, silk shirts and ties.  She'd seen a tux in his 
closet once and gold and diamond cuff links a time or two.  
"Why two savings accounts?"

"The banks only insure $100,000.00 per account.  I have the 
interest transferred to my checking account every month."  He paused.  
"You are my sole beneficiary, by the way."

"Oh, Mulder, why?."  Her mouth hung open at this declaration.  

He smiled at her.  "Why do you think?  We'll talk about that some other 
time, O.K.?"  She nodded.

"So, Mulder, how much did you spend on this jewelry?  The diamond in 
this ring must be 5 carats, plus the earrings and bracelet.  Jesus, I 
can't even imagine."

"Stop it.  I'm not going to tell you.  Don't worry about 
it."

"But..."

"Let it go, Scully.  It doesn't matter.  I wanted to get 
you something nice.  After forgetting your birthday five 
out of six years, I figured this year I should make up for 
it with something nice."

"This goes way beyond nice, Mulder."

"Yeah, well, I'm glad you like them, and I also wanted to 
tell you ... tell you I was in love with you.  I didn't think a key 
chain or a scarf would exactly get my point across.  You haven't 
mentioned my confession yet, by the way.  I'm waiting for that little 
bomb to drop."

"Just telling me how you felt would have been the best birthday present 
I've ever gotten."

"Rea...Really?"  He was suddenly having trouble breathing.  He'd hoped 
she might return his feelings but he didn't really expect her to.  
Would she say it?  Those words he wanted to hear?  Sexy was one thing, 
in love with him was an entirely other matter.

"Yeah."

"O.K. G-Woman."  He paused.  "I'm madly in love with you.  
Have been for a long time."  He held his breath, waiting 
for her response.  Telling her out loud for the first time 
hadn't been as hard as he thought it would be.

"Wow, sounds weird.  I never thought any man would ever say 
that to me again."

He smiled.  

"I love you too, Mulder.  I have for a long time too."

He let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding.  "How long?"

"About four years I guess.  About two years since I admitted it to 
myself.  How about you?"

His breath whooshed out.  "I knew, or admitted it after 
Duane Barry took you.  I fell apart, Scully.  You have no 
idea."

"I do, some.  I read the file...all the stuff you did to try and find 
me.  I never told you how much that meant to me."

"That was just stuff I did.  I meant I fell apart emotionally.  Not a 
long trip for me, I realize, but still."  His chuckle was mirthless.  

He was always so hard on himself.  He was one of the strongest men she 
knew.  "I talked to my Mom and Skinner, Frohicke and the guys.  They 
all told me you were pretty torn up.  They worried about you."

"I worried about me."  They both chuckled at that.  Dana 
set down her coffee cup.

"Ready to go home?"  He hesitated.  She realized he didn't 
know what she meant.  He probably thought she was sending 
him to his home and ending the evening.  "I mean, are you 
ready to take me home?  I took a cab."

He smiled.  "Yes, let's pay the check and get out of here."

"It's on me."

**

He parked in front of her building and shut off the car.  
Once again the silence was awkward.  Finally, he spoke.

"Look, Scully, I've laid a lot on you today and I 
understand if you need some time to digest it all.  Just 
promise me you won't stop talking to me.  It kills me when 
you do that.  I never expected you to accept all this so 
calmly.  And I certainly never expected you to feel the 
same way, but something had to give and I had to tell you.  I feel 
strangely relieved.  Please don't be uncomfortable with me now.  If we 
do this thing, if we even do an US, then you set the pace.  I'll 
follow."

"I don't need time to digest it.  I'm surprised.  I almost 
had a heart attack when I opened that box and read your 
note."  He chuckled.  "But ...  I want this, Mulder.  You 
were right, it's time.  And tomorrow ..."

"Tomorrow?"

"At my mothers..."

"What?"

"I want you to be there with me."

"I said I would be."

"Not as my partner and friend."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to be there as my boyfriend."

He stared at her hard.  "You're boyfriend, huh?"

"That sounds pretty high school, doesn't it?"

"No, it sounds wonderful.  Surreal, but wonderful.  So, you are sure 
that you want to announce this change in our relationship to your 
family so quickly?  Do we even know what the hell's going on?  What's 
going to happen?"

"Yes.  We've already had a relationship closer and stronger 
than half the marriages in the world.  I know we can make 
this work.  We've made everything else work. Now that I 
know we both feel the same way, I'm not worried.  We don't 
have to formally announce that we're a couple.  Let's just 
act like a couple and see what they say."

"You mean I can touch you, hold your hand?"

"Sure, of course."

"O.K., that should give Bill, Jr. instant hypertension."  She laughed.  
"I would have thought you'd be going nuts chewing over all the rules 
we're breaking and all the things that could go wrong."

"I already did that, been doing it for two years now.  I know all the 
risks.  Recently, I decided I don't care, you're worth the risk.  But I 
just hadn't found a way to tell you.  You saved me the trouble."

"No doubts?"

"Not this time.  This feels too right.  That kiss felt too right."

"Yeah, it did."  He paused and then whispered, "Scully, did you feel 
it?"  She didn't have to ask what he meant.  She'd felt like she was 
melting when he kissed her.  Intense arousal that only comes from 
incredible chemistry between two people.  More than arousal, it brought 
a sense of completeness.

"Yes, I did.  God, that kiss.  Want to come up and give me another one?  
It's getting cold out here."

"You bet I do."  They exited the car and he held her hand 
as they walked to her apartment.

He was surprised at how casual she was being about this.  
He was surprised at how casual he was being about this, for 
that matter.  For all the angst he'd put himself through, 
he was surprisingly calm now.  She loved him back.  This 
was too good.  Too easy.  Nothing was ever this easy for him.

Once inside, they hung up her coat and his jacket and he followed her 
into the living room.  She turned before sitting and put her arms 
around his middle and rested her head on his chest.  She pulled him 
close and molded her body to his.  He held her gently but firmly.  They 
were silent for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling of being able 
to hold one another.

She broke away and walked to her stereo, popping in a CD.  She returned 
to him and put her arms around his waist again.  As the song began to 
play, she started to sway.

"Dance with me."  He hugged her tight and swayed gently.  "Listen to 
the words.  I always think of you when I hear this song."  He nodded 
against the top of her head, not trusting himself to speak.  He knew 
his voice was crack right now.  A reedy female voice emerged 
accompanied by an acoustic guitar and a piano.

	During the time of which I speak it was hard to turn 	the other 
cheek
	To the blows of insecurity.
	Feeding the cancer of my intellect, the blood of 	love, soon 
neglected,
	Lay dying in the strength of its impurity.
	Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together,
	They've all gone and left each other in search of 	fairer 
weather.
	And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast,
	To the slim chance of love's recovery.

	There I am in younger days star gazing,
	Painting picture perfect maps of how my life and love 	would 
be
	Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection
	My compass, faith in love's perfection
	I missed a million miles of road I should have seen
	Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
	Left each other one by one in search of fairer 	weather
	And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
	To the slim chance of love's recovery.

	Rain soaked and voice choked, like silent screaming 	in a dream
	I search for an absolute distinction.
	Not content to bow and bend 
	To the whims of culture, that swoop like vultures.
	Eating us away, eating us away.
	Eating us away to our extinction.

	Oh how I wish I were a Trinity so if I lost a part of 	me,
	I'd still have two of the same to live.
	But nobody gets a life time rehearsal as specks of 	dust were 
universal.
	To let this love survive would be the greatest gift 	that we 
could give.
	So tell all the friends that think they're so 	together
	That these are ghosts and mirages, these thoughts of 	fairer 
weather.

	Though it's storming out, I feel safe within the arms 	of 
love's discovery.

He was choked up by the end of the song.  She was the one looking for 
absolute distinctions.  They had weathered a lot of storms together and 
throughout it all, their love had survived.  They had both lost their 
idealism, but found strength in each other to go on, time after time.  

He had urged her to return the safe practice of medicine on more than 
one occasion for her own good.  She was telling him that she wouldn't 
leave.  This was it for them.  There was no fairer weather, nothing 
better for her without him.  If she left, it wouldn't be better because 
they wouldn't be together.  He didn't think he could let her go now 
anyway.  He swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat.  "Who is 
that?"

"The Indigo Girls," she replied.

"Of 'Closer to Fine' fame?"

"That would be the ones.  Ooo, Mulder, I'm impressed.  You've listened 
to angry chick music?"

She felt his chest rumble as he hummed a chuckle and nuzzled her hair 
with his cheek.  He was still swaying slightly.  "This feels so good, 
Scully."

"It does, doesn't it?  Oh, I have a question."

"What?"

"You signed your note, Fox.  How come?"

He was silent for a moment.  "I still don't want anyone to 
call me Fox.  I still don't like the name.  But I want you 
to know that you can.  I don't mind if you do."

"It would take some getting used to.  You can call me Dana, if you 
want.  I only ever had you call me Scully because you wanted me to call 
you by your sir name.  It kept you distanced from me.  First names are 
more intimate, but now, I'm so used to us this way. I don't know.  
Mulder and Scully are who we are now, no distance anymore in the 
names."

"First names are more intimate, but yeah, I don't think our names 
distance us from each other anymore.  But, I want to be intimate with 
you, ... Dana."  He tried it out.  It would take him some getting used 
to a well.

She smiled.  "Well...Fox...I think maybe I'll just use it when I want 
to get your attention."

"That would work.  It does get my attention!"

Then quietly, "Or maybe sometimes when you're making love to me."

He stiffened in her arms and she felt his breathing quicken 
and his heart speed up against her cheek.  She felt him harden against 
her and felt the answering tingle between her legs.  His voice was 
raspy when he finally spoke.  "You want me to make love to you?"

"Yes, of course."

"When?"

She was silent a moment more, feeling her own heart begin 
to pound.  She hadn't looked at him yet.  "How about now?"

"Now?"

"Now."

His reaction was instant.  He pulled back just enough to 
tip her head up and crush her mouth under his.  This kiss 
was not slow and easy like the one in the restaurant, this 
one was fierce and hungry.  Her body reacted immediately, 
growing warm and rippling with desire.  She kissed back as 
hard and ran her hands over his chest, feeling him harden further.  

He bent low and ran his hands up the back of her thighs.  He reached 
her skin and she sighed. 'She feels like silk.'  He slid his hands up 
further under her dress, dragging it up around her waist and cupped her 
rear-end with both hands - and gasped at finding bare skin.  "Oh, man, 
you're not wearing any panties?"  

She shook her head, giving him a devilish smile.  He ground his hips 
into her, groaning.  "Oh Scully, no wonder I could smell you."

"Smell me?"

"In the restaurant, when I kissed you.  You were aroused ... and I - I 
could smell it.  I can smell you now.  That drives me crazy.  I want to 
taste it."

She swallowed a groan.  "Let's go in the bedroom.  I don't want to 
grope on the couch like a couple of teenagers."

He chuckled and took her hand, leading her into the 
bedroom.  She lit a candle on the nightstand and he came up 
behind her running his warm hands down her arms.  She 
shivered.  The bedroom smelled of roses.

He reached out and unclasped her bracelet.  She caught it 
and placed it back in the box, followed by her ring and 
earrings.  His thumbs were rubbing circles at the base of 
her neck and she shivered again.

"Are you cold?"

"No, I'm turned on."

"Scully, I can't believe this is going to happen."

She straightened under his hands.  "We don't have to if you 
don't want..."

He interrupted her.  "I've never wanted anything this badly in my whole 
life."

She sagged in relief.  He spun her around and captured her 
lips in a slow, wet, deep kiss that left her gasping for 
air and her knees buckling.  He backed away from her and 
unbuttoned his shirt.  It and the tie were quickly shed and tossed on 
the floor.  She watched, tilting her head to the side.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing, keep going, I want to look at you."  She kicked 
off her pumps and sank to below his chin.  Then she reached for the 
zipper in the back of her dress.  He marveled at her ability to find 
and release the zipper at her back with such ease.  She was so petite.  
Then he unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and let them slide to the 
floor after kicking off his shoes.  He stepped out of them and stood 
before her in nothing but black silk boxer briefs.

They kept their eyes on each other as they slowly undressed.  She 
grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head in one fluid 
motion and sent it flying across 
the room.  It left her hair tousled.  

He gasped at the sight of her.  She hadn't been wearing any 
underwear.  No bra, either, and oh Christ, her breasts were full and 
perfect on her tiny frame, nipples standing at attention.  The auburn 
curls at her apex were bare above her stockings which still clung to 
her legs by a small elastic at the top, about mid-thigh.  She reached 
for them and he said, "No, leave them on.  They're sexy."

"You're not done." Her voice was so calm.

He smirked and hooked his hands into his boxers and yanked 
them down, stepping out of them.  

It was her turn to gasp, having only one thought.  'Oh my God, he's 
beautiful.  The candle light flickered over his gold skin.  His well 
toned, defined muscles in his chest stood out in shadow.  His runner's 
legs and swimmer's stomach muscles.  He was gorgeous.  She knew that.  
But to see it all when he was hale and hearty was an awesome thing.

She took in his impressive erection with her eyes and smiled.  It had 
been a long time.  She licked her lips.  He was going to feel soooo 
good.  She gulped.  Jesus, he was big.  Not enormous but bigger than 
anyone she'd ever been with.  His circumcised head was large and flared 
out quite a bit wider than his shaft.  It was glistening with fluid he 
was already leaking from the tip.  He was really thick too.  'Oh god, 
he's so big around and his head is even wider.'  She couldn't wait to 
touch him.  She took two steps to him and without warning, wrapped her 
hand around him, pulling from base to tip and then spreading his fluid 
over the head.  "Oh Christ, Dana."  His hands went to her shoulders for 
balance as he swayed just from that first touch.  "Bed," he croaked.

She smiled at him and backed up and hopped on the bed.  He 
followed, crawling up on his hands and knees.  He straddled 
her and just looked at her for a minute.  Then he lowered 
his head and took her mouth again.  That was the only place 
they touched.  She reached up around his torso and pulled 
him down on top of her.  He landed a little clumsily.  
"Umph."  

He chuckled.  "Anxious?"

"Yes."

"Easy, lady, we have all night."

"I don't want to wait all night."

"You won't."  He rolled off to the side.  She was going to 
protest the loss of his body heat until he slid his hand 
down and cupped her with his hand between her legs.  She 
sucked in her breath in anticipation.

He leaned over to take a nipple in his mouth as he slid a 
finger into her at the same time.  They both moaned now.

He was losing the ability to think.  All that was 
registering in his brain was, 'She's so wet, she's so wet, for me.'  He 
was stunned that he had this effect on her.  Yes, they were naked but 
he'd hardly touched her yet.  Then again, he was hard as a rock.  No 
surprise there.  Every one of her little gasps and  moans was sending a 
twitch through his hard arousal.

He wanted to go slow, but she was impatient.  She broke the 
kiss to hiss at him, "Now, Mulder, inside."  

"Have to taste you first."  He scrambled down between her legs and 
lapped at her lips, swirling his tongue around her clitoris and sucking 
in her juices.  Her hips bucked and she groaned, eyes rolling back in 
her head.

"Mulder, later."

"Nu, huh," he mumbled as he slipped two fingers into her wetness and 
massaged the front wall of her tunnel.

"Mulder, please."  He lifted his head slightly.

"I want this to be good for you."

"It already is, we can go slow next time."

"Just a sec, relax."  He lowered his head, resumed grinding circles 
inside her with his fingers and sucked hard on her clitoris.  She 
bucked again and he held her hip down with his free hand.  He captured 
the base of her swollen nerves with his teeth gently.  She whimpered.  
Then he scraped nubby texture of the flat of his tongue firmly over her 
from bottom to top.  He was lapping her like a cat, lifting the hood 
off her swollen nub with every swipe of his tongue.  Then letting his 
tongue rasp firmly but gently over her exposed pleasure center as it 
stuck out the back side of his teeth.

She couldn't believe how good this felt.  Mr. Oral Fixation himself was 
certainly not disappointing.  She was frantic to have him inside her.  
But this felt so good and she felt her body streaking toward completion 
and she needed the release so bad.  She couldn't find the breath to ask 
him to stop again.

Her hands were balled up in the bed covers and she was panting heavily, 
and odd grunting coming from the back of her throat.  On the fourth 
swipe, she shrieked his name and exploded in a series of tremors that 
rippled her body.  "Mulder! Ah, goooood, yes!"  

He felt her nether lips soften and her cum gush out around his fingers.  
He quickly retracted his fingers and slid his mouth down, opening wide 
and pressing his mouth over her entire opening.  He stuck his tongue 
out and pushed it into her, then retreated, sucking hard, his mouth 
covering her opening completely and sucking her juices into his mouth.  
He looked up at her, making a show of swallowing slowly and then 
licking his lips.  She whimpered at the sight of it.  His voice was 
raspy.  "Oh, Dana, you taste good, tangy.  Your taste made me even 
harder."

He crawled up onto her as she opened her thighs and he settled in the 
juncture, feeling her wetness coat the end of him.  Her legs wrapped 
around his waist.  "Taste yourself."  He kissed her, swirling his 
tongue into her mouth and shared her taste with her.  He nudged her 
entrance with the head of his penis and she moaned.

"God, I love hearing you moan."  She tilted her hips up for 
better access, and he slid inside, slowly but steadily 
until he was buried to the hilt, stretching her cervix deliciously.  
She was so full.  He ground his hips into 
her pubic bone and elicited another throaty moan from her.
She was gorgeous.  Her cheeks were flushed, her hair 
sprawled out behind her head.  Nipples hard, lips swollen 
from kissing.  He could feel her walls pulsing gently 
around him and it was driving him nuts.  He had to move.  

His head dropped to her chest.  "Ahhh, Dana, you're so 
snug. Tell me what you want."  She was so small, he was almost afraid 
of hurting her.  In his fantasies, he was wild with her, but reality 
was different.  He wanted this to be good for her, to be gentle and 
caring with her.  He'd waited so long for this and was over excited.  
He needed a distraction.  He grabbed on to one nipple and started to 
suckle her gently. Streaks of tingling sensation shot through her 
breasts and traveled to her womb.  He let go of her breast and started 
to move slowly, stroking deeply.  

"Can't believe I'm inside you, Scully.  Better than my dreams.  You're 
so hot and tight.  Tell me what you like."  He dipped his head and 
grabbed a nipple again, laving with his tongue and sucking her peak.

She thought, 'He is a big man, I forget how big he is.'  She felt 
totally engulfed with him on top of her.  His broad shoulders 
surrounded her chest.  His torso completely covered her body.  His hips 
were wider than hers and she had to spread her legs wide to accommodate 
him.  She was sure from above you wouldn't be able to see her at all, 
except for the crown of her head and her legs wrapped around his waist.  
She felt small and feminine.  He seemed like a giant on top of her.  
Rather than feel intimadated, she felt safe.  She wanted him wild, not 
gentle.  She was too excited.  She felt that familiar thrill sizzle 
through her veins at the thought of her fantasies.  She wanted to feel 
possessed, let go completely, feel like she was being fucked by a 
giant.  She thought, 'He's being too gentle, I want more.'

She grabbed the back of his head and pressed it into her breast.  
Leaning her lips to his ear, she whispered, "Bite it, just a little."  
The groan he barked out was shocking.  

She was shocking.  He never would have guessed that Scully would want 
anything other than the tenderness and care.  Hearing her ask him for 
things, ask for him to touch her in any way, was so exciting.  This 
wasn't going to help him stay considerate and gentle.  She wanted him 
to bite her nipple.  Just the thought of it and he grew impossibly 
harder thickening inside her, still stroking slowly.  He wondered, how 
kinky would she be if provoked and excited enough?  'Don't go there, 
old boy, don't go there,' he chided himself.

He scraped his top teeth over her nipple first from top to bottom, 
gauging her reaction.  He really didn't want to hurt her.  He'd never 
forgive himself.  She made something like a cross between a hum and a 
moan, her lips pressed together.  "More, bite it." she croaked out.  

"Oh God." That was all he could murmur before swirling his tongue 
around her and gently capturing her nipple gently between his top and 
bottom front teeth and rolling his bottom jaw from side to side, 
pressing his teeth carefully into her soft flesh.

Deep, throaty moans emerged from the back of her throat and she hissed, 
"Oh, Mulder, more."  He increased the pressure of his teeth a little 
more.  She hummed in the back of her throat.

"Bite harder, more."  He bit down a littler harder still.  He was 
biting her pretty hard, compressing her flesh at the base of her nipple 
to a thin strip between his teeth and rubbing his tongue over her nub 
that was sticking out the back side of his teeth into his mouth.  Much 
the same way he'd done to her clit.  She hissed, "Yeesss, just like 
that, oh keep biting it hard, just like that, don't stop."  

A continuous low hum started at the back of her throat and sent 
answering vibrations straight through to his dick.  He was reeling.  
The sounds she was making made him want to slam into her, but he kept 
his slow pace.  It was an odd contrast to the roughness of biting her 
nipple.  He licked her and sucked hard, soothing her nipple before 
releasing her with an audible pop.  She mewled in protest until he 
moved to the other breast.  He laved her first, wetting her and then 
bit down the same way on this one, worrying her with his bottom teeth, 
pinning her nipple to his top teeth.

Her feet dropped to the bed.  She was shoving her pelvis up against him 
hard to meet his thrusts.  "Faster, please, faster," she panted.

He let go of her breast and put his head on her shoulder.  He sped up, 
retreating smoothly and shoving back into her, swiveling his hips on 
impact, hitting her from a slightly different angle each time, until he 
found the spot that made her thrash and respond the most.  She was snug 
and so slick.  'Oh god, she's whimpering, "Hoo, Hoo,  Hoo," each time 
he made impact and crushed his pubic bone against hers, squashing her 
bundle of nerves.  Yup, he'd found the angle.  Life was complete now, 
he had made Dana Scully whimper, not in pain, but in pleasure.

It seemed the harsher he was, the more she responded.  Who would have 
thought that stoic Agent Scully would respond to roughness, enjoy 
surrendering her control.  Then she confirmed it by panting at him.  
"Yes, harder, as hard as you can, ahh, yeah, so good, keep going, like 
that.  Mulder, you're so wide, so deep, feels so good, hit me hard, 
take me hard, Mulder."

He stopped being afraid of hurting her when he heard her words.  Those 
words also shredded the last of his control.  He wanted her to lose it, 
he wanted her to let go completely.  But being harsh and being brutal 
were two different things, he needed still to pay attention and be 
careful.  She was so small.  

But he needed to see her come again.  Make her come when he was inside 
her.  He wanted to give her so much pleasure she forgot where she was.  
Her words and reactions were unleashing a baser side of himself that he 
kept locked carefully away except in his most private thoughts.  He had 
to be careful.  He could hurt her if he wasn't careful, but he was 
being seized with the familiar urge that fueled most of his fantasies.  
The urge to dominate her.  To see his prim and proper partner lose it 
completely, because of him.

He grabbed her arms by the wrists and yanked them up over her head.  He 
was tall enough to pin them with one hand.  Then he dipped his head 
down and began nipping at her nipple, grinding the base of her nub 
firmly with his teeth, and scraping the length of her nipple as he let 
go and grabbing it again.  He watched as her areola puckered and her 
jutting nipple became swollen.  Her areola was becoming mottled red 
with tiny broken capillaries from his efforts.  She didn't seem to 
mind.  

He had to slow his thrusts to coordinate it, but he was still slamming 
into her hard, gripping her hip with his other hand and using his legs 
to push himself into her fully with every thrust.  His mind was 
whirling with his purpose, his goal.  He didn't mean to say anything 
aloud but he whispered it out without even realizing it, the words he 
uttered in his dreams.  "You're mine now, Scully.  Mine to do with as I 
please.  Surrender to me.  Surrender to me!"  Half a dozen thrusts this 
way and it happened.

His whispered command that she surrender to him sparked a deeply buried 
desire in her to be order around and told what to do.  She got tired of 
always making decisions in her conscious world.  Her subconscious 
craved for someone else to give her the answers sometimes, or someone 
to just take command of her body.  At his words, her arousal flew 
through her like a wave.

She screamed, a wail that sank into a growl as her walls convulsed 
around him.  "Whoooaaa, uuhhh."  Then she groaned, "Ahhh, I'm coming!  
FUCK yeah, oh FUCK, so good, so good, Fox, ohmygod."  'Did she just say 
the word, fuck?  He stopped nipping and just took as much of her breast 
into his mouth as he could and sucked reeeaaallly hard, trying to 
prolong this for her.  Her back was arching, pushing her breast into 
his face.  Her head was thrown back, her legs up high on his ribs, her 
feet on his hips now, face and chest flushed.  Her nails dug into his 
shoulders slightly and the slight pain distracted him from his own 
rising excitement and he regained a measure of control.

He could feel her stockings rubbing against his ribs with each thrust.  
It was an interesting sensation, adding to all the others.  He lifted 
his head to see her face.  He was sure nothing was ever as beautiful as 
this.  Her face was contorted with that pleasure/pain expression of 
orgasm.  He kept up his pace until he saw her body tremble in the 
relaxation that follows orgasm.  

Both elbows hit the bed as his head dipped into her shoulder, and his 
weight fell on her torso.  He bit gently into her shoulder wanting to 
mark her and slammed into her a couple more times and began his own 
jarring release.  Hard, almost violent ejaculations erupted from his 
cock as his hips involuntarily jerked into her with each throb, his 
balls gripping and releasing.  "Oh, Scully, love you, so good, yes, 
yes, yeess."  The sensations were intense.  He shuddered and they lay 
there, still moaning lightly, enjoying the aftershocks.  

He realized his weight was crushing her and lifted up to his elbows, 
unwilling to leave the warmth of her tunnel just yet.  Their eyes met 
and they smiled goofy, almost embarrassed smiles at each other.  But 
neither looked away.

She closed her eyes and said, "It's never been that good."

He chuckled.  "For me either. You surprised me though."

"How?"

"What you wanted me to do."

"Huh?"

"To your, um, breasts."

"Oh, that."

"Yeah, I thought you would want gentleness."

"Sometimes I do."

"And other times?"

"Other times I want it rough, fast and hard.  Depends on my mood.  I've 
been deprived for so long that I couldn't take slow and easy just now.  
I needed the release too badly.  You know, sometimes I want slow and 
gentle, but other times it's fun to just have a good, hard fuck until 
your teeth rattle."  She chuckled at his wide-eyed look.

He thought, 'God are we having this conversation?'  Hearing her talk 
like this was intoxicating.  Raunchy Scully was such a turn on.  He had 
all kinds of ideas of things he'd love to do to her, fantasies he'd 
had.  He'd never imagined she would be so free in bed, talk like this.  
How far would she go?  "Be sure to tell me what kind of mood you're in, 
I'd hate to get it wrong."

"Don't worry, you'll know, but the door swings both ways.  Don't be 
afraid to tell me what you want."

"So did your teeth rattle?" he teased.

"Oh, yeah!"  She giggled.

"You are so fucking beautiful when you come.  Did you know that?"

She actually blushed.  What a dichotomy she was.  She was the logical 
voice of reason at work, and a tigress in bed.  One second she telling 
him she likes a good, hard fuck now and then, and then next minute 
she's blushing because he told her she was beautiful when she comes.  
"You don't look so bad yourself, bud.  God, Mulder, I can't believe 
we're here together like this."

"It's getting more surreal, isn't it?  I've wanted you for so long."

"A little weird, yeah, but I'm loving it.  I'm not willing to question 
it right now."

"Deal."  He yawned.

"Let's go to sleep."

"You're not kicking me out tonight?"

"You leave now, you're a dead man."

He smiled at that, rolled off her and pulled her back into his chest, 
cradling her body with his own.  He covered her back side from the 
crown of her head to the tip of her toes with his body.  She seemed so 
tiny like this.  He forgot how little she was compared to him.  But 
being naked on top of her had reminded him.  When he was this close, it 
struck him.  He loved this feeling, cradling her, protecting and 
cacooning her with his body.  She would hate the analogy, but she 
didn't have to know.  

"Goodnight, Dana.  I love you."  He kissed her hair.

"Goodnight, Mulder.  I love you too."

"Happy Birthday."

"Best birthday, ever," she said in a sleepy voice.

**

She awoke with a slight feeling of disorientation.  She was not alone 
in her bed! It all rushed back to her and she smiled.  It hadn't been a 
dream.  A large brown hand had found it's way to her right breast 
during the night and was gently squeezing her flesh rhythmically.  He 
was still asleep.  As soon as she realized his hand was squeezing her, 
tingling warmth spread out in her abdomen.  'Christ, how does he excite 
me this fast?'  She felt a twinge between her legs.  'Oh, he made me 
sore.'  She smiled again. She arched her back and felt his morning 
hard-on press between her ass cheeks.  She moaned.

It must have woken him because his body stiffened for all of a second 
and then he relaxed and moaned into her ear and swirled his tongue 
around the shell before nipping at her earlobe. "Mmm, Scully.  Awww, 
I'm really here, I'm not dreaming."  He pressed himself firmly into the 
small of her back, trapping his hard-on between their bodies.  He found 
her nipple and squeezed it firmly between his thumb and forefinger, 
rolling until it was hard and jutting out firm between his fingers.  
She could feel the soreness here too of her nipple from ministrations 
last night.  But it still felt great.  Another moan escaped her.  "Mmm, 
morning, god, your so sexy.  Can't believe I can touch you like this," 
he murmured.

His hand traveled from her breast down across her stomach and into her 
apex, fingering her folds and then sliding a finger inside.

"Morning.  Ahh, that feels good."  

"Yeah, you do."  He pulled back a bit and slipped his hardness between 
her legs, rubbing back and forth in the wetness that was already 
puddling there.  "Jesus, Dana, you're so wet already."

She groaned as the head of his penis poked at her clitoris through her 
folds from behind.  "Ah, Mulder, you make me so hot.  I want you again 
so bad."  How could she want this again so soon?  She couldn't help 
herself.  He just felt so damn good.  After seven years of feeling no 
one's hands but her own satisfy her, all he had to do was touch her in 
one sensitive place and she was a puddle of desire.  She was pleasantly 
sore but her insides ached deliciously and made her so sensitive.

'Scully wants me.  God, I never thought I'd hear that.  He was so hard 
already.  Now that I've touched her, it's like I'm starving.  Can't get 
enough.  She makes me wild,' he thought.  I have to be careful, not get 
carried away.  'Don't screw this up.'  "So what kind of mood are you in 
this morning?"

"I don't think I'm ready for slow and gentle yet."

"What are you ready for?"

"I do want to explore every inch of you at some point, but god, right 
now, I don't want to think.  I want you take over.  I just want to be 
fucked again."

He groaned.  "Good.  Because...oh god, I want to take you really hard 
again.  Ah, Scully, my cock aches already just thinking about it."

"Do whatever you want."

"You trust me?"

"Of course."

"You sure?"

"Mmm, hmm."

"Whatever I want, huh?"

"Yes."

He grabbed his pillow and slid the pillowcase off, twisted it into a 
rope, figure-eighted her hands.  He flipped her over onto her stomach.  
Reaching up, he tied her hands to the headboard, face down.  He raised 
her up on all fours by her hips.  "O.K.?" he asked.

"Yes. I trust you.  But talk to me.  I can't see you, so tell me what 
you want to do to me. I won't be offended if you are crude.  I like 
crude when I'm excited.  Take command, just tell me what to do or what 
you want.  It turns me on."

'Oh, shit, is she for real?'  Take command?  Be crude?  I can do crude!  
No problem there.

"I don't want you to be able to touch me.  I want to take my pleasure 
from your body.  I'll give you pleasure too, but you are always so in 
control.  Forgive me, but I want you totally helpless."

"Awww, yeah, go ahead and use me, Mulder."

He hummed and straddled her legs, running his hands up and down her 
back, squeezing her ass cheeks and pulling them apart.  "Let's see,..."  
He began licking and sucking her neck and making his way over her 
shoulders and down her spine.  She shivered.  He moved back up to her 
neck and bit her hard at the base of her neck where it met her collar 
bone.  His big hands cupped her breasts at the same time, pinching her 
nipples painfully.  She felt her thighs grow weak and she groaned low, 
leaning her head to one side to give him better access.  He bit her 
again and then smoothed it with his tongue.  His large, hot hands then 
fluttered over her sides, her hips, her ass, dipped between her legs 
and spread her wetness.  "You're ass is so beautiful."  He squeezed her 
cheeks for emphasis.

She was making the most amazing little grunting sounds.  He rested his 
hardness between her cheeks and leaned over to put his lips to her ear.  
"Well, let's see...Dana...I want to fuck you hard from behind.  I want 
you to totally surrender to me.  You make me crazy.  I don't know why.  
You make me want to be an animal with you.  I wanna fuck you until you 
scream.  How does that sound?"

She whimpered.   "That sounds good.  Keep talking dirty to me."

He rubbed himself in and around her wetness.  "Yeah, that's what I want 
to do.  I'm rock hard for you.  I want to shove my cock as deep into 
your little tunnel as I can go, till you feel me in your throat."  She 
whimpered again.  He kept teasing her entrance, running his finger into 
her wetness and spreading it up between her cheeks.

"Please, Mulder, please."

"Please what?"

"Do it.  Fuck me.  Please."  It was his turn to groan.  "First..."  He 
got down on all fours and buried his face between her legs, lapping 
her, swallowing her wetness.  She twitched and he grabbed her hips to 
hold her in place.  He turned onto his back and pushed up under her, 
pulling her crotch onto his face.  

"Gotta taste you again.  It makes me so hot.  You taste so good."  He 
sucked on her clitoris and kneaded her legs and folds, until she came, 
spraying wetness all over his face.  He licked up what he could and 
moved to suckle her breasts.  When she was on the verge of thrashing 
too hard against her bound hands, he finally moved behind her.

He gently rubbed his palms over her rear end.  

"Now Mulder."

"Now what?  What do you want?"

"You.  Inside me."  His hands were fluttering over her back, under to 
her breasts, over her rear end.  His thumb circled her tattoo.

"Now who's commanding, Scully?"

"Pleeaassee, Mulder."

"Scully?"

"Wha-hat?  Please?"

"That's it, I want you to beg me."  He began teasing her entrance with 
the head of his erection and sliding forward to poke her clitoris from 
behind.  He leaned forward to pinch her nipples and suck on her neck.  
He murmured, "How bad do you want this?  Tell me."

She whimpered, then begged.  "Baadd.  Oh, please, Mulder, oh god, I 
need you.  Need you inside me, please.  Please take me.  Oh I need to 
be fucked so bad.  Please fuck me.  I feel so empty."

Then suddenly, without warning, he grabbed her hips and dove into her 
hard and fast to the hilt.  "Ahhh, shit, yeah, so deep this way."  That 
was all she said.  

He felt her tightness around him, quivering slightly.  She was wet and 
hot inside and felt so good.  He tilted her hips forward a little more 
with his large hands and pressed a little farther in, causing her to 
moan.  He loved the sounds she made.  They were the most erotic things 
he'd ever heard.  Hearing her pleasure, knowing he was the cause.  He 
felt powerful, so male, dominant.

He stayed inside, grinding himself into her by swiveling his hips, 
staying buried, reaching with one hand to pinch her clitoris between 
his thumb and forefinger and pulling it up and down.  She let out a 
shuddering whimper.

"I love the sounds you make, Scully.  Don't ever hold back.  The sounds 
you make drive me crazy.  I feel every one of them between my legs, so 
exciting to hear you.  I've dreamed of making you moan, making you 
scream with pleasure.  Tell me."

"So deep, you're so deep, ahhh, oh, you stretch me wide.  Feels so 
good.  I'm so sore.  Use me, Mulder, use me like I'm a whore.  Please 
moovve."  She sobbed a little, Pleeaasse, Mulder, please FUCK ME!"

"Oh, man that's such a turn on."  'She was actually begging him to fuck 
her.  Not even in his wildest dreams had those words come out of her 
mouth.  He pulled out slowly leaving just his head inside and then 
began thrusting into her hard and fast, gripping her hips and pulling 
her onto him as he thrust forward.  It was perversely satisfying that 
his dick was big enough to make her sore.  He knew that she hadn't been 
with anyone in a long time.  To know that it was him that was 
stretching her for the first time in so long was wonderful.  No one had 
plowed this field in a long, long time and she was giving her gifts to 
him.

She couldn't believe how good this felt.  His silky hardness pounding 
into her, stretching her sore walls, and making them twinge in little 
grips of discomfort.  Oh, the slight pain pushed her arousal a notch 
higher.  She was going to come quickly.  

She loved that her words turned him on, excited him.  She wanted to 
make him crazy.  The paradox was that she felt powerful knowing what 
she was doing to him.  She felt powerful, even though her hands were 
bound and she was face down and couldn't see his face.  "Use my body 
hard, Mulder.  Pound me until you come."

Holy shit.  Every time she talked he felt the skin of his dick stretch 
and get tighter even though he thought it was impossible for him to get 
any harder.  "Scully, you squeeze me so tight, you feel sooo good, make 
me so hard."  She wasn't holding back.  Moans, grunts and groans were 
coming out of her with every thrust.  

Her torso was dipped down, arm stretched above her head.  He pulled her 
back so she couldn't rock back into him.  She had no leverage now.  Her 
face was sideways on her pillow, her ass in the air.  He held her 
firmly, she couldn't move.  He held her still and pounded into her over 
and over.  

There was something so exciting about being taken over like this.  Even 
more than she realized.  She'd had her little masochistic, passive 
fantasies, but this was better.  Better because it was real, and better 
because it was Mulder willing to do this to her and play this game.  
She knew it excited him as much as it did her.  And she knew he would 
not think she was weak or expect her to be passive in other areas of 
her life.  

This was for purely hedonistic pleasure and nothing else.  She wanted 
to give up control.  She wanted him to use her body for his pleasure.  
Having him take what he wanted was exciting to her.  She was sore 
inside from being stretched for the first time in over six years and 
his pounding was making her tunnel ache now along with the gripping 
twinges of her vaginal walls.  It made warmth spread through her entire 
abdomen. 

He was babbling again.  "I'm sooo hard for you, unfuckingbelievably 
hard for you," he murmured. "Yeah, that's it, lover, come on, let me 
hear what I'm doing to you."

She was so in control most of the time.  It was unbelievable to take 
her like this, like a slave, hands bound, trusting him to surrender 
herself, to be helpless.  To let him use her body like this and not be 
afraid, use her for his pleasure, like a whore.  What an unbelievable 
turn-on.  'God, I'm a sick mother,' he thought.  But this felt too 
good.

"You too, I want to hear you." she gasped.  "Talk to me."

"Scully, I love your little heart-shaped ass, it's so beautiful."  He 
palmed her cheeks and spread them apart.  He looked down and watched 
himself sliding in and out of her, seeing her sphincter flex and 
release with this thrusts as he pulled her cheeks apart so she was 
spread taut.  "Ooo, I love your little puckering hole too.  Every inch 
of you is gorgeous."  He pressed his thumb against her anus in a 
circular motion, pressing until he was just shy of entering.  She went 
wild, jerking her hips side to side, groaning loudly and pulling at her 
bound hands.  "You like that?"

"Yeess."

"More?"

"More, please, more," she whimpered.

'Oh, man, she liked that?'  This was almost too good.'  Would she be 
offended?  Appalled? He had to ask. "How much more?  You want my 
fingers to probe your beautiful ass, Dana?  Huh?  Do you?"

She nodded.   "Please, Mulder.  I'm begging you.  Put your fingers 
inside."

Holy.Shit.  That was his only coherent thought at the moment.  He wet 
his thumb in her juices and resumed thrusting.  He worked his 
forefinger into her tight opening up to his second knuckle, his palm 
resting on her cheek.  He began pulling it out and sliding back in each 
time he thrust inside.  She was going wild and he had never felt this 
elated having sex. He slid his finger in all the way and her moaning 
grew louder, more throaty.  He couldn't believe how good this felt.  He 
retreated and gently worked his middle finger in alongside his 
forefinger, thrusting a little deeper each time until she relaxed and 
he was plunging both fingers into her ass.  He felt euphoric.

This was Scully, his Scully and he was fucking her hard, dominating 
her.  Tiny, beautiful, sexy, wild, Dana, wanting his fingers in her ass 
and his hard sex pounding inside her.  He thought he would only ever 
dream of doing these things with her.  He couldn't believe she was as 
turned on by this as he was, but the evidence was surrounding his 
hardness and squishing out around him to dribble down the back of her 
thighs with every push inside her.  He could smell her.  That always 
drove him nuts.

He felt her inside walls quivering and her moaning voice came to him 
again.  "Ohyeahohyeahohyeah.  Sogoodahhfuckme
You can be rough.  Oh Mulder, keep me sore, keep fuckingmehard, 
I'msofull, oh your fingers feel so good, both holes, sofullsogood."  
She liked rough?  He'd keep testing the boundaries.  He leaned over 
with his free hand and slid it under her, grabbing her nipple in his 
thumb and forefinger and rolling it, increasing his pressure as her 
groaning became louder.  Continuing to thrust into her hard, he snapped 
his hips and letting his body drive his fingers into her ass.

She begged, "More, twist harder, oh yeah, twist it harder, make it 
hurt, oh Jesus, Fox, ahh yeah, make me come.  I'm so close, so close.  
Mulder, please make me come."

He was rapidly loosing control.  This whole situation was intoxicating.  
There was no other word for it.  He felt drunk and dizzy.  His balls 
were coiling.  He was close.  He had to make her come first.  'Make it 
hurt?  Did she really say that?'  He viciously twisted her nipple, 
pulling it away from breast at the same time.

He yelled out, sounding almost angry, gritting his teeth, but 
definitely demanding.  "Come for me, Scully.  Now!  Give it over it to 
me, do it now, come on, come for me!"  Two thrusts and two twists of 
her nipple later, she convulsed.

That is the only way to describe what happened.  He watched her butt 
muscles clench and release.  Her ass began clenching hard on his 
fingers, her vaginal walls gripping and releasing his cock, as her body 
rocked with the muscle spasms.  He watched as her entire back arched up 
and a wave went through her torso.  Her shoulders jerked from side to 
side against her restraints.  Her head fell down, forehead on the 
mattress, panting hard, her hands tied and lifted by her restraints 
slightly above her head so she hung there limply.  He was gone.

He put both hands back on her hips, gripping hard to hold her still and 
sitting up on his knees again and pounded into her, almost brutally 
slamming his hips into her ass.  It created a smacking sound on her 
sweaty skin.  The smacking sound of impact eliciting grunts from both 
of them.  "Awww, fuck, can't believe I'm taking you this way, this 
hard.  Oh, how I wanted this, love this, you helpless and coming, this 
is such a fucking turn on, Scully, taking you like a whore.  You're all 
mine now, yeah, yeah, here I come, lover, here I come, oh I'm gonna 
come sooo hard."

A low throaty wail sounded as he emptied into her , digging his fingers 
into the soft flesh of her hips to hold himself clamped to her as he 
jerked his hips and pumped her so full of cum he felt it leak out 
around him and run down her legs.  'Had he ever shot a load that big?'  
He collapsed on top of her pinning her tiny body to the mattress.  He 
felt like a giant, his body completely covering hers.  He loved 
surrounding her like this, feeling his body trap hers underneath him.

He knew it was egotistical and macho but no woman had ever made him 
feel so ... male.  He loved that she was so tiny.  It made him feel 
big, and he liked the feeling.  He slid his hands up her arms and 
untied her.  He rubbed her wrists and gently massaged her arms, 
bringing circulation back into them.  The tenderness was a stark 
contrast to what had just taken place.  She groaned a relieved groan.  
He was still inside her, feeling her gently pulse around him.  "Can you 
breathe?" he asked quietly.

"Yes.  Stay there a minute."

He nodded against her shoulder and nuzzled her neck, kissing behind her 
ear.  She shivered.  "Did I hurt you?"  He knew that she would 
understand that he was asking if he had 'really' hurt her.  He knew 
he'd been rough and abrasive.  But he knew now that she liked it.  'A 
little hurt is O.K.'  The words kept repeating in his head making him 
dizzy.

"No.  It was wonderful."  

"Good God, I can't believe I did this with you."

"What, tied my hands?"

"Yeah, I was afraid you would be appalled I wanted to do that."

"No.  Wanna hear a secret?"

"Yes please."

"I've always wanted to lose control having sex.  I've always wanted to 
be dominated and feel like I could surrender and give myself over.  I 
wanted to be submissive in some area of my life to balance the rigid 
control everywhere else.  But..."

"But?"

"But I've never had a lover I trusted enough.  No one I trusted not to 
think less of me.  No one I trusted not to hurt me.  So I just 
fantasized."

"Ooo, I want to know these fantasies.  Maybe I can help you make some 
of them come true."

"I'm sure you can.  I'm looking forward to it."  He chuckled into the 
back of her neck.

"It means a lot to me that you trust me, you know.  That may be the 
best thing anybody's ever said to me.  To know that you trust me enough 
to render you helpless and not hurt you."  He rolled off her onto his 
back.

Unbelievable.  He knew he could be kinky, sick even sometimes.  He'd 
been prepared to curb that side of his nature to be with her.  He loved 
her.  Maybe he didn't have to.  Could she secretly be as kinky as he 
was?  Or did she want to be?  

He'd fantasized about tying her spread eagle on a bed and fucking her 
until she wailed.  He'd dreamt about fucking her in the ass.  Sometimes 
his thoughts of her and what he would like to do made him feel like a 
pervert.  

He looked over at her, still laying on her stomach.  There were four 
light brown finger marks on the flesh of her hips that were going to 
turn blue.  "Oh Christ! Scully! I bruised your hips!  I'm so, so 
sorry!"  He sounded so distressed.  

"It's O.K., Mulder.  A little hurt is O.K. in the right settings when 
you're really excited.  It can make things intense, like it just did.  
God I was so excited.  But I trust you not to really hurt me.  If you 
did, I know you would never do it on purpose."

'A little hurt is O.K.?'  The possibilities were endless.  "You're 
right, I wouldn't.  Oh god, knowing you are willing to experiment ... 
well, ahh, shit, my mind spins, it's such a turn on."

"Good."

"Shower now?"

"Yeah, together."

He looked over at her neck as she raised her head.  "Scully?"

"Yeah?"

"I gave you a hickey too."



PART 2: (R)

They arrived at her mother's and got out.  Mulder grabbed his package 
and they went to the door, ringing the bell.  She reached out and took 
his hand, squeezing it.  He was a little nervous about how this was 
going to go, but Scully seemed relaxed and he followed her lead.

Maggie Scully met them at the door, smiling wide and ushering them 
inside, relieving Mulder of his package and his coat.  Mulder had gone 
out after his shower and returned to his apartment to change clothes 
before meeting up with Scully again.  He was wearing the turtleneck and 
black jeans as requested.  He'd chosen a white turtleneck.  He'd thrown 
on his black leather jacket and black boots.  The boots had a heel that 
made him tower over Scully, who was wearing her loafers with her jeans 
and a blue blouse.

He hadn't wanted to come empty handed.  And even though he'd given Dana 
a gift, he wanted her to have something to open here.  Since she'd 
liked the first gift, he was bringing the other part of it.  And it had 
been at his apartment, so he'd grabbed that also.  It was already 
wrapped.

She took up his hand again, and Mulder followed Scully and her mother 
into the living room.  Maggie dropped the packages on the coffee table 
with the others and turned to make introductions.  Mulder saw Bill 
glare from across the room and couldn't resist.  He slid his hands up, 
one to her bicep and the other across her back to cup the side of her 
neck.  He leaned over her shoulder to kiss Maggie on the cheek.

"Good to see you again, Maggie."

"You too, Fox, I'm glad you could come."

She raised her eyebrow at Dana, and he smiled inwardly, seeing where 
the infamous Scully skeptic look came from.  Her mother was obviously 
noticing his hands on her shoulders and the casual way he was touching 
her.  He knew nothing got past Maggie Scully and she wasn't 
disappointing him now.

Dana shrugged her shoulders out from under his hands.  He worried he'd 
made her uncomfortable.  But then she spun to grab his hand and pull 
him across the room to a man with curly red hair and bright blue yes.  
He could have been Scully's fraternal twin.

She hugged him with her free arm, not letting go of his hand.  He 
glanced at Maggie and saw an amused look on her face.  Maggie had seen 
the hickey at the base of Dana's neck.  She hadn't covered it up with 
her clothes or her make-up.  It was the size of a quarter and really 
red.

"Charlie, this is Fox Mulder.  Mulder, this is my baby brother, 
Charlie."  Scully dropped his hand so he could shake hands firmly with 
her brother.

"Nice to meet you."  Mulder nodded at him.  Charlie was frankly 
checking him out, a smile on his face.

"Ah, so this is the infamous Mulder.  Nice to finally meet you too, 
man.  Dana speaks very highly of you."

Mulder smiled, warming to him immediately.  He was so much like Scully.  
He saw a beautiful Asian woman with dark hair sitting in the armchair 
next to Charlie.  He took a step to her, extending his hand.  "And this 
must be your wife, Rena.  Dana told me she was beautiful."  Rena shyly 
took his hand as Charlie beamed, obviously proud of his wife.  "Nice to 
meet you, Rena."

Finally, he turned to look at Bill sitting next to his wife on the 
sofa.  He nodded at him. "Bill."  He looked at his wife.  "Good to see 
you again Tara.  New haircut?"

Her long, thick brown hair had been bobbed into layers that fell softly 
around her face.  She beamed a smile at him and Bill scowled.  She 
responded, "Yeah, about a month ago.  Couldn't take the long hair 
anymore."  Mulder smiled at her again.

"It's very flattering on you, I like it."  

"Thank you."  She was obviously pleased.

Scully had hugged Charlie again and then just watched Mulder charm the 
entire room, except for Bill, of course.  He was especially good with 
the ladies.  Leave it to him to notice her hair.  Most men never did.  
She'd bet Bill hadn't even mentioned it when he came home.  Mulder 
could pour on the charm when he wanted to, no doubt about it.

Maggie interrupted.  "Dinner is ready, Dana.  We were just waiting for  
you two."

"Let's go then," Dana chirped.  She took Mulder's arm and they followed 
everyone into the dining room.  Mulder pulled out her chair and she 
smiled and sat next to him.

Dinner went fairly well.  Charlie, Dana and Maggie carried the 
conversation.  Bill even left off staring daggers at him to laugh at 
Charlie and Dana teasing each other.

Charlie was frankly curious about Mulder.  Dana made him out in her 
letters to be the soul of brilliance, compassion and dedication.  Bill 
made him out to be a narcissistic asshole.  So far, he didn't look or 
act like an ogre.  He suspected the truth was somewhere in between the 
two.  It was obvious Dana loved him and it was obvious Bill hated him. 
They both were too biased to be objective.  The ladies got up to clear 
and clean up before cake and coffee and disappeared into the kitchen.  
The three men sat in silence for a few long moments.  Finally, Mulder 
decided to break the silence.

"So, Charlie, when was the last time the brothers' Scully were home at 
the same time?"

"Ah, god, must be four years, right, Bill?"

Bill replied curtly.  "Yeah, about that, I guess.  Who knows?"  Charlie 
frowned at him.

Mulder decided to concentrate his conversation on Charlie.  Bill was 
obviously determined to be a jackass, but he refused to feed into his 
hostility.  It was Dana's birthday and he wasn't going to ruin it.  
Dana reemerged from the kitchen and sat down.  "I've been excused since 
it's my birthday."

Charlie smirked at her.  "Some things never change.  You always could 
weasel deal out of chores."  They laughed, enjoying the camaraderie 
they shared since childhood.  Mulder smiled at them, liking to see Dana 
so relaxed with her family.

"So, Charlie, how did I become infamous?"

Charlie chuckled.  "Well, Dana writes to me all the time about your 
adventures together.  Sounds like you two lead an exciting life.  She 
told me about you rescuing her when she was taken to Antarctica.  Quite 
a scare.  I wanted to thank you for that."

"She would have done the same for me.  The job is exciting sometimes.  
But it's usually excitement, punctuated by long boring weeks of 
paperwork.  Hurry up and wait, ya know?  We really enjoy the chance to 
relax and enjoy a home cooked meal though.  We are on the go a lot and 
we are usually eating on the fly."

"Goes with the job, I imagine."  Charlie replied.  Bill interrupted at 
this point.

"Where did you drag her off to last, Mulder?"  Mulder bit his tongue 
and looked at the table.  Bill was determined to ruin this day.  
Couldn't he put a sock in it for one night?  He glanced at Dana and saw 
her face tight with anger.  Her Irish was up and she had the tell tale 
thinning of her lips that preceded a major display of temper.  Bill was 
about to get blasted.  For once, he was looking forward to her temper. 

It had taken Scully years to convince him that he wasn't responsible 
for the tragedies in her life.  He still felt guilty though.  But he 
also knew that Bill played on that and he wasn't going to feed into it 
anymore.  Dana was his now and things were different.

He glanced at Charlie from under his lashes, head still down and 
murmured, "Uh, oh, the lips."  He saw Charlie bite his bottom lip to 
suppress a smile.

Bill prompted again.  "Well, Mulder?  What was that?"

Charlie mumbled, "Here it comes!"

Dana exploded.  "Bill, that's enough!  It's my birthday.  We're all 
together for the first time in ages, and I'd appreciate it if you 
didn't ruin it with your infantile display of testosterone.  God, could 
you be any more rude?!"  Her volume was increasing, her face turning 
red.  

"I notice he won't answer my question!" Bill blurted out.

Dana blew.  "When are you going to get it through your thick skull?  I 
don't need or want your protection from anyone.  I have a job that I 
love and Mulder doesn't drag me anywhere.  I choose to go!  I could 
leave any time I wanted to, but it's not what I want.  Stop trying to 
decide what's best for me and give me a little credit!"  She was 
shouting now.  

She stood up abruptly, sending her chair flying backwards.  Mulder's 
lightening reflexes directed his arm to dart out and catch the back of 
the chair before it fell.  He sat it back on its legs.  Charlie raised 
an eyebrow and nodded in admiration.  Dana didn't even notice.  Mulder 
smiled at Charlie and then set his features to look serious.  Charlie 
was biting his lip again.  Bill stood uncertainly, obviously shocked at 
her outburst.

"I am so sick and tired of your bullshit, Bill."  She was pointing at 
him now and waving her hands for emphasis.  "You don't even know 
Mulder.  You never even tried to talk to him or get to know him, but 
you think you have it all figured out. Don't you?  You just plow ahead, 
making assumptions based on some idiotic sense of pride or something.  
Beating your chest like you're the Scully family protector.  Me Tarzan, 
You Jane, shit!  Grow the fuck up!"

He ground out, "Dana, if it wasn't for him..."  Scully cut him off.

An audience had formed now.  The other women had come in at the sound 
of the commotion.  She was really on a roll now.

"Yes, I've been hurt.  Mulder didn't cause it, he just happened to be 
there.  Its part of the job, Bill, get over it.  I'm a fucking FBI 
agent for Christ's sake, not a secretary!  In fact, for your 
information,  if it wasn't for him, I'd be dead ten times over.  You 
should be thanking him for being there to yank me out the jams I've 
gotten myself into.  He's saved my ass more times than I care to 
remember.  And I've saved his.  That's what partners do!"

She took a deep breath and Bill took the chance to intervene.  "Dana, 
just calm down."

"Fuck you, Bill!  I will not calm down.  It ends here.  I will not put 
up with this sarcasm and back biting every time you and Mulder are in 
the same room together.  You can have your opinion, but you can also 
keep it to yourself!  Let me make it crystal clear to you, Bill.  If I 
have to choose between you two, you'll lose."

Bill's face fell.  Mulder was in shock and he looked like it.  "Mulder 
is the most important person in the world to me so you better get used 
to it.  He's my partner, my colleague, and my best friend. AND HE'S MY 
LOVER!  THE BEST LOVER I'VE EVER HAD.  Yes, that's right, Bill.  I'm in 
love with him!  We're in love with each other!  Get over it, accept it, 
or get the hell out!"

"ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU!"  This came from Maggie Scully.  Many jaws were 
on the floor, including Mulder's.  There was silence.  The Scully 
family was shocked at her rabid declaration confirming what they all 
suspected.  And Mulder was just in shock that she had shouted it out 
that way.  The best lover she'd ever had?  'Ooo, baby, you ain't seen 
nothin' yet!'  He thought his heart was going burst, but at the same 
time he also saw this was disintegrating fast.  She was red and 
breathing way too fast.  Bill's lip was curling in disgust.

He didn't need Scully to protect him from Bill either, for that matter.  
But now wasn't the time to mention that.  This was new for both of them 
but the family didn't know that and she was obviously primed and ready 
to defend her relationship with him.  She'd known she'd have opposition 
from Bill.  If he didn't intervene, this was going to get ugly.  She 
felt obligated to defend him.  He didn't want to be the catalyst for a 
split between brother and sister.

He stood up and stepped behind her, placing his hands on her arms and 
rubbing gently to calm her down.  He bent to put his chin on her 
shoulder and talked into her ear.  "Come on, baby, deep breath.  This 
has to stop before you both say things you don't mean."  She shivered.

She was breathing hard, but his hands were warm and gentle and she felt 
the tension drain out of her.  Her shoulders slumped and her head fell 
forward.  She leaned back into him and he wrapped his arms around her 
waist, putting his lips to her ear and giving her a peck on her ear.  

'He called me baby.'  God, she couldn't help but melt when he touched 
her.  She had always hated hearing those endearments from other people, 
but it was comforting and soothing coming from Mulder.  Maybe because 
before, they had something she didn't think she'd ever have.  She liked 
it.  

A little sob escaped her with the release of the tension and she wiped 
her tears on her sleeve.  He whispered in her ear again.  "Shhh, I love 
you, remember?"  She was so happy with Mulder and she wanted her family 
to be too.  Why couldn't Bill just be happy for her?  The room was 
silent.  They were all watching to see what was going to happen.

He was speaking softly, but everyone could hear him.  He wasn't going 
to hide, and he didn't want anyone thinking that he influenced her 
against her family behind their backs.

"Shhh, You should never have to choose, Love. I'm sure neither of us 
would ever put you in that position.  Bill and I should have taken each 
other aside and talked a long time ago.  It's as much my fault as his.  
I haven't made the effort either.  But I want to, for you."  He looked 
pointedly at Bill over her shoulder and raised his eyebrows in 
question.  Bill nodded.

She hiccuped, nodding her head.  He kissed the side of her head.  He 
was rocking her gently.  Everyone but Bill was impressed with how he 
was handling Dana's outburst, and amazed at how quickly she calmed at 
his touch as well as how gentle he was being with her.  The Scully 
temper was not easy to handle.  All the spouses knew that all too well.  
Mulder wasn't embarrassed and he wasn't defending himself either. 

Bill was just plain shocked.  He didn't like Mulder.  He still thought 
he was to blame for many wrong things in Dana's life, but he'd had no 
idea how close they were.  He had really thought that she chased him 
out of some misguided feelings of duty to her job and that Mulder took 
advantage of that.  This was obviously not the case.  He grudgingly had 
to admit that the man was being very tender with her now, something he 
would not have thought him capable of.

Mulder nuzzled her hair and lifted a hand to wipe a tear from her 
cheek.  "Come on, it's your birthday.  Let's not do this.  We were 
supposed to have a good time here.  Let this go for now, baby.  Bill 
and I can talk later."  He paused.  "Besides, I'm sure you made your 
point."  There were little chuckles all around at this.

Even Dana had to grin at this.  She was embarrassed now.  She turned in 
his arms to face him and buried her head on his chest.  He leaned his 
chin on top of her head and nuzzled her hair as she wrapped her arms 
around his waist.  They didn't know what a pretty picture they made.  
The tall, dark handsome man, cradling the little redhead like she was 
made of glass.  He had a soft, amused smile on his face.  He raised his 
hands to brush her hair from her face and tilted her face up to him.

"O.K. now?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry I embarrassed you, Mulder.  That's not the way I 
planned to tell everyone.  I just, I lost it, I..."

"Shhh, its O.K.  Let it go.  They are certainly well-informed now."  
More chuckles.  She was nodding.  He smiled at her and waggled his 
eyebrows to let her know it was a tease coming.  "O.K., little girl, 
say you're sorry and let's have cake."

More chuckles.  She smiled and stood up on tiptoe to kiss him lightly 
on the lips.  Then she turned to Bill.  "Bill, I'm sorry.  I meant what 
I said, but I shouldn't have screamed. I should have talked to you a 
long time ago too."

He nodded.  "I'm sorry too, Dana.  It won't happen again."

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

He smiled at that and nodded again.  "Let's have cake."

The tension broke and Maggie went into the kitchen as everybody sat 
back down.  Rena brought out a coffee service and Maggie came out 
carrying a cake with a "3" and a "7" candle on it.  Everybody sang 
Happy Birthday and she blew out her candles.

Despite their earlier display of affection in front of the family, he 
was surprised when she blew out the candles, turned to him and grabbed 
his neck and pulled him into her for an open mouthed kiss.  It was 
short, but fierce.  He shook his head a little after and grinned at 
her.  She giggled and started to cut the cake, her humor restored.  

The rest of the family was internally shaking their heads in wonder.  
Not only could this man diffuse the Scully temper but he made Dana 
laugh, giggle even.  She seemed so relaxed with him.  And with the 
exception of Charlie and Rena, the rest of them had known Mulder for a 
long time, but they'd never seen them like this, unguarded and openly 
showing their affection for one another.  They were obviously in love.  
They had all begun to wonder if Dana would ever find someone.  

Regardless of their weird careers, he seemed to make her happy.  For 
Tara, Maggie, Charlie, and Rena, that was good enough for them.  Maggie 
was delighted.  She'd always been fond of Mulder.

Mulder excused himself to go the bathroom.  When he emerged, Charlie 
and Bill were waiting for him in the hallway.  He tensed, but waited, 
saying nothing.

Bill spoke first.  "Mulder."  He hesitated.  "I'm sorry.  It was 
immature of me to bait you."

Dana was wondering what happened to the guys.  They had been gone a 
while now and she was worried.  She got up to go find them.  She 
stopped out of site of the hallway when she heard Mulder talking.

Mulder sighed.  "Apology accepted.  Look Bill, we'll talk more 
extensively later, O.K.?  But know this, you don't have to like me.  I 
don't really give a damn.  But this isn't about you and me.  Her 
explosion in there was about her."

Bill looked confused.  Charlie smirked, nodding his head in the 
affirmative.  He was liking this guy more and more every time he opened 
his mouth.  He thought maybe Dana had exaggerated his qualities, but 
maybe not.  Mulder obviously knew his sister better than Bill did.  All 
the Scully's were fiercely independent, the women included.  Mulder 
respected that and to his relief, didn't seem the least bit threatened 
by Dana's strength.  Most men would be.  Bill would be.

"You don't have to like me but you have to respect your sister.  She's 
not a little girl anymore.  She's a damn excellent FBI agent and a 
brilliant pathologist and she deserves respect for the job she does.  
She's also a modern woman who can make her own decisions.  Every time 
you insult me or blame me for her life, you are, in effect, saying to 
her that she doesn't have enough brains or judgment to make decisions 
for herself, or choose her own friends, or career path, or ... lovers 
... or anything else.  It's insulting.  And being insulted by you hurts 
her, Bill."  Charlie was nodding.

Bill looked a little deflated.  "I never thought of it that way."

"I know you didn't.  I know you're just trying to protect her but 
that's not what she wants or needs from you.  Do you see now that this 
is about her, not about us?  We don't have to like each other, Bill.  
But I hope the hell we can respect her and each other enough to be 
cordial to each other.  This shit is unnecessary and I don't want her 
going through it again.  She wants your acceptance, but don't make the 
mistake of thinking she needs it.  And the more you push ... well ... 
she's got a little Scully rebel in her too."

Both brothers smirked at this comment.  Bill nodded.  "I see what you 
mean.  I have to think about this some more, but you are right that we 
should not upset Dana."  He met Mulder's gaze for this first time that 
night.  "I love my sister and I worry about her.  I can't help that.  
She can make her own decisions, but if you ever hurt her, there will be 
no place you can hide."

Mulder laughed.  "I was going to say the same thing to you, minus the 
sister part."  

Charlie laughed at this.  "You two are a pair."

Mulder addressed Bill again.  "I don't know if you'll believe me, but 
she's the most important person in the world to me, too.  I love her, 
Bill.  I'm IN LOVE with her.  I have been for a long time.  And believe 
me, I look after her the best I can.  But she's Dana and has a mind of 
her own.  That is one of the many things I love about her, that she's 
such a strong, beautiful woman.  She doesn't cave in for anybody, 
including me.  

"Let me tell you something just so you know a little about our 
relationship, about how close we are.  If anything happens to her, my 
life comes to a screeching halt.  I don't know if I can or even should 
share this with you."

Bill tilted his head.  "Keep going, I want to hear this."

"When she was missing...I fell apart.  I did nothing else but search 
for her until she was found.  Nothing mattered without her there to 
share it.  When she was sick, I did nothing but look for a cure.  Maybe 
not in the beginning of our partnership, but now, when she's hurt, I 
don't leave her side, unless it's to try to get more help for her.  Not 
because I'm the most wonderful guy in the world.  I don't leave because 
I CAN'T."  He felt the sting of tears and took a deep breath.  

"Don't you get it?  I can't leave because she IS MY LIFE, without her I 
don't have one.  So you can doubt me and my intentions all you want, 
but believe that nobody will ever love her as much or as well as I do.  
I promise you that."

Bill nodded.  "O.K.  Strangely, I believe you."

Charlie interrupted at this point.  "O.K., enough serious stuff, let's 
go participate in this birthday party."  

Scully slipped back into the dining room and whispered to her sisters 
in law and her mother.  "I think they've worked it out or at least come 
to an understanding."  She was a little choked up from hearing all the 
wonderful things Mulder had said about her.  She felt these things from 
him, but it was great to hear him voice his feelings and respect for 
her.

The men entered the room at that point and sat down to eat their cake.  
Mulder smiled and Dana, pulled her gently toward him and gave her a 
peck on the forehead.  After cake and coffee and some mindless chatter, 
they retired to the living room.  

Mulder sat on the couch and Scully sat on the floor between his legs.  
Everyone took up chairs and the sofa and the rest of the couch.  Dana 
ripped into her gifts thanking everyone.  Charlie and Rena had gotten 
her a cashmere sweater and some black lingerie that had Dana blushing 
and grinning at Mulder.  He just smirked at her and chuckled. Bill and 
Tara had gotten her new bed sheets, scented candles and a gift 
certificate to Lord & Taylor.  Maggie had gotten her a new light maroon 
suit with a white blouse.

She had saved Mulder's for last.  Maggie was grinning.  "What did you 
get her Fox?"

"He already gave me gifts last night."

Tara asked, "Gifts, as in plural?"

"Yes."

Mulder leaned down to whisper in her ear.  "This goes with them."

Dana spun around to stare at him, wide-eyed.  "Mulder, you're kidding, 
right?"

"No."

"It's too much."

They were all looking at them with open curiosity now.  Tara asked, 
"What, is it not for mixed company?"  Then she laughed.

Dana said, "No, he bought me some jewelry.  Very expensive jewelry."

"Ooo," Tara whispered.

Mulder smiled at her.  "We already talked about this.  Just open it.  I 
had already bought it, but I wanted to see how the other stuff went 
over first."

Maggie was squirming now.  "Oh, alright, already, open it Dana.  You've 
got us all so curious now."

She nodded and looked down at the box in her hand.  She tore the gold 
paper off and as she suspected, there was a black velvet box.  This one 
was about 12 inches long and two inches wide.  Her hands were shaking 
and she looked at Mulder again.

He reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and then rubbed her 
shoulders.  "Just open it, silly."

She flipped the lid up and gasped.  Even though she knew what was most 
likely in there, it was still breathtaking.  A necklace with six, four 
carat diamonds, three on each side on the white gold chain sat nestled 
in the foam.  A large oval sapphire hung in the middle.

Maggie exclaimed, "Dana, let us see."

Dana slowly tipped the box toward her mother and let her take it from 
her hands.  Tara and Rena leaned over Maggie's shoulder an all three 
went wide-eyed and gasped at the necklace. 

Maggie was struck silent for a moment wondering where the hell he got 
the money for this.  She looked up at Mulder.  "My god, Fox, how big is 
that stone?"

"Ten carats.  The diamonds are four each."  He said this so calmly that 
everyone stared at him.

Dana leaped up to her feet and launched herself into Mulder's lap on 
the couch, straddling his waist and landing with a grunt against his 
chest.  His hands went to her hips.

"Happy Birthday, Dana."  He gave her a quick kiss on the nose.  "I love 
you."

"Oh, god, Mulder, I love you."  That was all she said before she put 
him in a lip lock, complete with tongue, that was having a decidedly 
violent affect on his anatomy.  He peeled her gently away from his lips 
and chest, chuckling.  He was actually blushing.  He hadn't done that 
in years.

"Easy girl, for a little thing you pack quite a wallop."  There were 
more nervous chuckles all around.

Maggie started to ask, "Fox, how on earth did you afford...?"

He cut her off.  "Don't ask."

"But..."

Dana turned in his lap to sit between his legs.  "Mom, I'll explain 
later.  Now isn't the time."

"O.K." she replied quietly, the question still etched in every line of 
her face.

Tara turned to Dana.  "This goes with something else?"

"Yes, a bracelet, earrings and a ring."

Maggie looked at her sharply.  "A ring?"

Dana and Mulder both laughed.  Dana answered, "Not that kind of ring, 
not yet."

"Oh," was all Maggie said.  

All Mulder could focus on was that she said, 'Not yet.'  Did that mean 
she would consider it?  Did she really see her future with him?  This 
was too weird, so new.  Expressing his love and affection for her in 
front of people, especially her family would take getting used to.  He 
was surprised that it wasn't more uncomfortable.  But he definitely did 
not need to be getting a hard on in her mother's living room.  And 
having her in his lap was doing wicked things.  So he had peeled her 
off of him.

They all had another cup of coffee.  Then they packed up Dana's gifts 
in bags and toted them out to the car.  Mulder shook both brothers' 
hands and kissed the ladies on the cheek, giving each a hug.

He stood waiting, leaning on the car as Dana ran back in the house to 
use the bathroom.

**

Inside, Charlie approached Dana as she came out of the bathroom.  He 
had a quirky smile on his face.

"What are you up to, Charlie?"

"Nothing, it was good to see you Dana."

"Likewise."

"Hey, little sis, answer me on question."

"What?"

"Is he good?"

"Mulder?  What do mean, good?"

"Is he good in the sack?"

"Charlie!"  

He just grinned at her.  "Well?"

She smirked.  "Beyond good.  He makes me dilirous.  Fucked me last 
night and this morning till I didn't know my own name!"  She put her 
hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows in challenge, daring him to 
say anything derogatory.

He just hooted with laughter and hugged her tight.  He leaned his lips 
to her ear.  "Good, I'm glad you found a good one, sis.  He obviously 
adores you."  She chucked him on the shoulder and skipped toward the 
door.

"Love you, Charlie!"

"Love you too, Dana."

**

As Charlie and Dana were talking, Bill came out the door and approached 
him.  Mulder looked up at him expectantly.

Without preamble, Bill asked, "Nice necklace.  How'd you afford it?"

Mulder smirked again and looked at the sky as if for guidance.  "Would 
you go away if I said, 'None of your business'?"

Bill stood silently looking at him.  Then, "I suppose it isn't, but 
that's a good chunk of change in that box."

"I could support her if she needed me too, if that's what you're 
worried about.  Of course, she'd go ballistic if she heard either one 
of us say that."

"Not really what I meant.  Maybe it was.  I don't know.  I guess you 
just shocked us all in there."

"I have a tendency to do that to people."  He caught Bill's eyes again.  
He saw him debating whether to push it or not.  "Look Bill, I have 
money O.K.  Enough for the jewelry.  I own a house, if she ever wants 
to have a home with me."  He paused.  "And I have quite a bit in the 
bank.  I haven't had anyone to spend it on in a long time.  Don't worry 
about it.  I don't have a problem with money."

He didn't really know why he was telling him this, but he did not want 
to be the wedge between Dana and her brother anymore.

"I didn't really mean that you did."

"Yes you did.  You think that necklace was extravagant and more than I 
can afford.  I'm not buying her affection either.  I've had her 
affection for a long time, before she knew anything about my finances.  
I understand, Bill.  You know now that she loves me.  You want to know 
that if we stay together I'm not going to put us in the poor house 
because I have a tendency towards gigantic, impulse buys."  

Bill was slightly embarrassed and looked a little sheepish at having 
being read so easily.  He just shrugged.

Mulder continued.  He wanted to stop this animosity between them.  The 
questions were getting ridiculous.  He didn't really care if Bill knew.  
Maybe it would make him back off a bit.  "I won't put us in the 
poorhouse.  I'm well off from a family inheritance, O.K.?  You don't 
need to know the details, but Dana will never want for anything money 
can buy as long as I'm around.  And she's my sole beneficiary on 
everything I own, everything I have.  If anything ever happens to me, 
she will be taken care of."  He waited, knowing what the next question 
was going to be.

"Everything you own, and how much is that?"  There it was, the ultimate 
nosey question.

He smirked at Bill.  "I just knew you were going to be nosey enough to 
ask that."

"Are you going to answer me?"

'What the hell?  It seems this is a week for confessions.'  He looked 
him in the eye.  "This is between us?  I don't advertise my finances, 
but if it will make you feel better and stop the questions, I'll tell 
you."  Bill nodded.  

"Between my house, the stock market and liquid assets, it comes to 
about one million dollars, not including my life insurance of about 
$100,000, for which she is also the beneficiary.  Satisfied?"

Bills eyes were wide as saucers now.  "Yeah, I guess I am.  I have a 
feeling I've underestimated you."

"I'm sure you have."

Bill chuckled at that.  "Modesty isn't a problem for you, is it?"

Mulder laughed.  "No, it's not.  I don't imagine it's one of your 
shortcomings, either."

They were both chuckling at that comment when Dana emerged from the 
house.  She took in the scene.  Mulder leaning on the car, arms across 
his chest.  Bill with his hands on his hips.  And they were laughing 
together.  'Miracles do happen,' she thought.  They shook hands as she 
approached.  She hugged her brother and whispered in his ear.  "Thank 
you."

He whispered back, "You're welcome."




PART 3: (NC-17)

They went back to her place and dropped the bags on the couch.  They 
tossed their coats and hugged.

Scully looked up at him with a playful smile on her face.  She was glad 
they were alone finally.  "What do you say we go straight to bed?"

"Tired?" he asked.

"Nope."

"What will we do in bed if we're not tired?"

"Hmm, maybe I can come up with something to keep you from getting 
bored."

"Are you coming on to me?"

She laughed.  "If you have to ask, I'm not doing a very good job!"

He laughed and followed her as she pulled away and headed for the 
bedroom.

They undressed each other, stopping frequently to kiss and grope each 
other.

He nuzzled her hair.  He loved the way it smelled.  He climbed into bed 
after her and just looked at her for a minute.  God, he'd had her just 
this morning but his desire was as rampant as last night and as fast to 
rise as this morning.  He couldn't get enough of her now that he knew 
he could have her.

"What are you thinking?"

"How beautiful you are."

"You too, Mulder."

"So can I give  you anything else for your birthday, little girl?"

"Yes, I think you can."  She pushed him onto his back and kneeled 
between his legs, taking his erection in her hand.  She licked her lips 
and squeezed firmly but gently.  "Mmm, looks good enough to eat."

He moaned, "Oh god, Dana, it kills me when you talk like that."

"Yeah?  You want me to tell you what I want to do?  What I've 
fantasized about doing?"

"Yes, please." 'What would she say?'

"O.K."  She was steadily pumping him, but gently.  "Hmm, I'm wanna lick 
you all over first and taste your precum."  He hummed in the back of 
his throat.  "I'm wanna take you in my mouth and see how wild I can get 
you by licking and sucking hard on you.  I wanna see how much of you I 
can take."

"Oh, Jesus, Dana."

Her voice was lower, sultry.  He was hypnotized by the sound of it.  
"Bet you didn't know I've wanted to suck your dick for so long.  It's 
beautiful.  I've seen it when you were hurt or sick.  I'd seen you hard 
in the morning while you were still asleep.  I knew it was big and I 
wanted it so bad.  I dreamed about sucking on it, sucking it like a 
Popsicle, deep throating it."

He groaned low and loud.  He experienced that weird feeling of 
disorientation every time she talked like this.  This was the best 
though, she was really going to town.  She'd fantasized about him, 
about sucking him off.  He still couldn't believe it.  The jolt of 
sensation that went through him at her words was like he'd been given a 
shot of adrenaline and his heart rate was accelerating alarmingly.

"Mulder, tell me what you want.  I want you to ask me for what you want 
this time.  I want to hear you say it."

He dragged in a deep breath.  "Scully, please take me in your mouth.  I 
want to feel you suck on me.  God, your lips, I've fantasized about 
those lips on me, about watching them swallow my cock."  She licked her 
hand and pumped him again slowly.  He was leaking steadily now.  He 
finally begged.  "Pllleeeaassse, Scully, please suck me hard.  I don't 
think you can take all of me, but, pleeaasse SUCK on me."

She leaned down and proceeded to carry out her prediction, licking him 
all over.  By the time she took him in her mouth, he was crazy with 
anticipation.  She was being slow and gentle, so he took his cue from 
her.  He wound his fingers in her hair and stuffed a pillow behind his 
head so he could watch.  Seeing her pouty red lips wrapped around him 
was an incredible sight.  

Her red head sliding up and down as she hollowed her cheeks creating a 
hard suction that made his shaft throb and his balls clench and 
threatened to make his eyes close, but she didn't speed up.  He was 
panting and moaning now.  She was humming around him, the vibrations 
causing him the buck his hips slightly.  She grasped his legs firmly, 
sat up a little and then took him all the way down her throat. He 
wailed and bucked against her.  

He didn't want to gag her but he couldn't help it.  He began bucking 
his hips off the bed and felt dizzy and he hit the back of her throat 
and then slid down to the hilt, over and over.  She didn't gag, but 
began moaning around his dick.  The tingling vibrations were going to 
send him over the edge and he didn't want that, not this time.  She was 
driving him nuts.  

She cradled his sacs with one hand and gently squeezed them in time 
with his thrusts.  He threw his head back and groaned low in his 
throat.  "Dana, please, I need to be inside you.  Don't make me come 
yet."

She lifted off him gently and slid up his torso, kissing her way up to 
his mouth.  She sat back on her knees, balanced on his shoulder and 
took him in hand and guided him to her entrance.  She sank down slowly, 
savoring the feeling of having him push inside, stretching her walls.
"Oh, it feels so good to feel you stretch me, Mulder.  You feel so big 
inside me.  I'm deliciously sore, I ache.  So good."  She paused and 
sighed, "But I love to suck on you too.  Next time I want to suck you 
until you to come."

He groaned at her words. "Holy Shit, Dana!"

"I want you to come in my mouth.  I swallow too."  She grinned at him.  
He groaned again at her words.

She grinned, "You really like it when I talk dirty to you, don't you?"

"Ohh, yeeaahh."

"Mmm, I like it too.  Oh, this is nice, we're so good together."

"This is beyond good, Dana, man, you're so hot inside."  He reached up 
to fondle her breasts, rolling her nipples gently between his fingers.  

She began rising and falling on him, gradually increasing her pace.  
She bent down and he took her nipple in his mouth, laving and sucking 
on her, gently this time. He grabbed her hips to help her rise and 
fall.  It took the strain off her legs and felt wonderful.  He was 
thrusting up each time she descended.  She began to shudder and he 
pushed his thumb against her clitoris, pressing it into their joining 
and rubbing side to side.  

She shrieked his name as her walls clenched around him.  Her head was 
thrown back.  "Mulder!  Ahhh, ohmygod, ohmygod, Mulder, yes, yes, yes."  
She held herself tight against him, grinding into him as her orgasm 
washed through her almost in slow motion.  She was gorgeous, her cheeks 
flushed, her nipples puckering from her release, hollering his name.

He began bucking up harder as her pulses slowed down.  She reached 
behind her to rub his testicles and squeeze them gently.  "Yeah, 
Mulder, come for me."

He released into her with a shout.  "Whoooaaa, awww, god, Dana, awww, 
yeah."

She sprawled across his chest and he cradled her with his arms.  She 
murmured.  "Mmm, really good, that was nice."

"Yes it was."

"You were so gentle."

"Seemed that was your mood, I was just following your lead."

"Perfect.  Sleep now."

He squeezed her tight and smoothed his hands over her back until they 
drifted off to sleep.

**

Sunday morning saw sunshine pouring in the curtains of her bedroom.  
She was waking slowly and purred in the back of her throat as she felt 
warm fingers gently squeezing her ass cheeks and then sliding between 
her legs to rub up and down her cleft.  

One finger slid up between her cheeks, trailing her wetness and brushed 
her sphincter.  A sharp dart of arousal shot through her and woke her 
to awareness.  She groaned as she felt warmth gush between her legs and 
felt her crotch grow thick and swollen.  She was still sprawled on top 
of him, legs straddling his waist, hands gripping his biceps.  His big 
hands gently worked her over, exploring all her secret places.  

She nipped at his neck.  She found his pulse at the base of his neck 
and began sucking the skin there into her mouth and scraping her teeth 
over his skin.

He moaned but continued his ministrations.  He was hard between her 
legs and flexing his hips. He was slowly dragging her wetness up and 
rubbing it into her anus, gently working her muscle.  Her body was 
thrumming with the sensations he was causing.  One hand continued to 
rub her wet cleft, the other sliding back and forth from one 
destination to the other. 

Her breath was hitching each time he touched her there and now, she 
could feel his finger working its way past the tight muscle, gently.  
She was still sleepy and so relaxed.  Her muscle tightened at first, 
but then let loose at his gentle insistence.  He slid his index finger 
in up to his third knuckle.  

Throaty, low grunts sounded from the back of her throat. She lifted her 
torso off him, levering up on her hands to see his face.  He leaned his 
head up and took her nipple into his mouth, suckling her slow and hard 
in time with his fingers.  He was gently sliding his finger in and out 
of her rectum.  His eyes were closed, concentrating on his task.  

Jolts of sensation were spiking through her abdomen, each time his 
finger slid inside.  There was no hint of pain.  She was like a rag 
doll in his arms.  He hummed while sucking on her nipple and the 
vibrations throbbed through her, melting all her muscles in their wake.  

His arms were so long.  It was amazing that he could even reach to do 
this.  The difference in their sizes struck her again momentarily.  
Then she couldn't think as his middle finger slipped in alongside the 
index finger.  He worked it gently around, probing deeper until both 
fingers were buried as far as they could go.  He moved them gently, 
pushing against her walls, stretching her open slowly, moving in slow 
motion.

Her muscles inside were tingling with a slight burning sensation from 
stretching.  It felt delicious and she was moaning continuously now.  
She was so wet.  She could feel her wetness sliding out and running 
down to coat the inside of her thighs.  She began swiveling her hips, 
grinding against his stomach to increase the sensation, pressing her 
clitoris between their bodies and soaking his abdomen with her juices.

Mulder was panting below her but still taking his time.  He let go of 
her nipple to groan and lean his head back on the pillow, exposing his 
long neck.  She leaned down and sucked hard on his pulse at the base of 
his neck, still moaning.  "Awww, Dana, you're so incredible.  The 
sounds you make.  Oh, god, your firm tiny body makes me so damn hard.  
I want to..."

"What?  Tell me. I'm all yours.  What do you want?"

He took a deep breath.  This was it.  He was about to find out how 
adventurous his new lover was.  If she went for this, there was no 
telling what she would let him do.  Most women wouldn't let you do 
this.  They thought it was disgusting.  But it was every man's dream.  
Despite her inviting his fingers, he doubted she would go for it.

He'd only done it once and that was with an amazon woman he had a one 
night stand with in college.  He'd fantasized about doing it again ever 
since.  How good would it be with someone he loved?  How good with a 
woman as small as Dana?  He felt his heartbeat accelerate thinking 
about it.  

"I want...Oh, Scully, I shouldn't want this ...but..."

"Don't be afraid, tell me.  Don't worry about tact.  You can talk 
dirty, you can be crude, just tell me.  I want to make your fantasies 
come true Mulder."  She purred into his ear, "Tell me what you want, 
lover."

'She called me, Lover.'  Deep breath.  "Oh, Scully, I want to fuck your 
beautiful tight ass.  That's what I want.  I want my cock buried to the 
hilt in your ass.  I want to see my dick prying apart these sexy, tiny 
cheeks of yours."  He swallowed hard.  "I'm a sick man, Scully, I'm so 
sick sometimes, but I've dreamed of fucking your ass for years."  

She lifted up on all fours and looked down.  His penis was engorged and 
standing nearly straight up.  He was so hard, it was red with swelling, 
veins bulging, and the skin of the head stretched to the limit.  All 
for her.  God, his cock was beautiful.  It was longer than average, but 
what she loved was how thick it was, and the huge mushroom of his wide 
flared head.  What would it feel like for that big head to penetrate 
her ass, to have that thick cock stuffed inside her back door?  She 
felt her nether lips tingle and swell to aching in an instant at the 
thought of it.  She let herself back down, impaling herself on his 
erection, coating him instantly with warm wetness.  He groaned.

Just hearing him say he wanted to fuck her ass had her body instantly 
buzzing.  She wanted to try.  The image he'd provoked by his words, 
'prying apart these sexy, tiny cheeks of yours,' made her head spin.  
She could picture it in her head, see his huge head and thick shaft 
pushing her cheeks apart, collapsing her little muscle.  If he was 
sick, then so was she, because just thinking about it was making her 
dizzy.  He was also very, very hard.  She gasped and then groaned as 
she tried to find her voice.  

She could feel his fingers resume working her gently open as he waited 
for her answer.  She knew he wouldn't really hurt her.  She was also 
quickly finding out that she responded quite dramatically to a certain 
amount of pain.  It heightened her pleasure.  She'd always known this 
but rarely indulged this desire. Consequently, her past sex life had 
been less than satisfying.  She had know about this quirk of hers, but 
even she didn't realize how much it did for her.  How much pain she 
could take and have it still be pleasure.  The boundaries had never 
been tested.  She remembered him biting her nipple till it pinched and 
throbbed and groaned inwardly.  

Mulder's dick was really big and would certainly cause some discomfort, 
maybe even pain, but she was so relaxed.  She wanted to try.  He made 
her want to be wild and kinky.  He was so sexy.  Truth be told, she 
wanted him to dominate her again and maybe even hurt her a little.  The 
little hurts were turning out to be what turned her on the most, gave 
her intense orgasms.  He never really hurt her ... just 'little' hurts 
... enough to kick sensations up a notch.  But they sometimes sent her 
into a new dimension of sexual pleasure that she didn't know existed 
before and she wanted more.

Sex with Mulder was turning out to be an adventure and she loved the 
feeling.  She also wanted to keep surprising him and she knew he 
thought she wouldn't do it.  "Yes," she gasped.  "Fuck me that way."
 
'Oh, s