1: Secrets in the Dark
Mulder's phone rang just as he was pulling up to the curb outside of the Lone Gunmen's building.
"Mulder it's me."
"Scully...I'm just outside the Lone Gunmen's place. I was gonna see what they could tell me about this photo I found."
"Mulder...I need to talk to you about something. Can you come over here?"
"Sure, I'll be over as soon as I'm done here."
Silence. "Could you come over now?" Scully's voice sounded small.
Mulder's heart sped up a little. Something was wrong. "I'll be right there."
Mulder didn't bother asking Scully what was the matter. If she'd been able to tell him anything, she would have. He had to assume she didn't want to talk over the phone. He listened to the sound of his own heart thudding in his chest as he drove to her building, swerving through midday traffic.
He could see that her blinds were down. He carefully walked up to the front door of her building, his eyes scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary. Seeing nothing, he buzzed to be let in.
"Yes?" <Well she's here...and she sounds OK...>
"Scully it's me."
"Come in Mulder." The door opened and Mulder made his way in, unclipping the strap over his weapon and keeping his hand at his hip. There was no one else in the halls and he couldn't hear any sounds.
He walked up to Scully's apartment door and leaned in, listening closely. He heard nothing. Hand on his weapon, body tensed, he knocked at the door. Scully's voice came from somewhere within the apartment, distant and small.
"Come in Mulder."
Slowly, Mulder opened the door, pulling his weapon from the holster. The lights were off, except for one small lamp by the couch. Before Mulder's eyes could adjust to the dim interior, he felt a blinding pain as something cracked him upside the head. Mulder's world went dark.
"Mulder!" Scully's voice broke as she screamed. "You son of a bitch! What did you do to him?"
"Relax, Scully. Mulder has a hard head. I'm sure you know that better than anyone. He'll be fine." Krycek smiled his slow, cruel smile and looked down at the form on the floor. He turned back to Scully. "I'm not trying to kill him anyway...not this time. I just want that damn tape." Krycek kneeled beside Mulder's unconscious body, tying his hands behind his back and roping his ankles tightly together. He stood up, pleased with his work, then turned back to Scully.
Scully struggled against the rope binding her to the kitchen chair, hand and foot. Her voice was angry and tight, fighting tears. "I told you, he doesn't have it!"
Krycek leaned in close to Scully, studying her face intently. "Unfortunately, Scully, your word just isn't good enough. You know what they say...trust no one." Krycek slowly came around behind Scully, who struggled frantically trying to see what he was doing. He just stood there, looking first from Mulder's slumped form then down to the titian head just below his hands. Krycek bent low, his lips right at her ear. "I think Mulder will be telling me everything he knows about that tape."
An involuntary shudder went through Scully's body. Never taking her eyes off Mulder, taking some relief in the rising and falling of his chest, she tried not to think too much about what Krycek had in mind.
Mulder came awake with a gasp, gritting his teeth against the pain in his head. He saw lights swirling in his vision and felt like he was going to throw up. He tried to reach up to assess the damage and realized his hands were bound behind his back. He felt a cold wetness in his hair and a tickle down the side of his face. His eyes were adjusted to the darkness now and he saw blood on the hardwood floor where he'd lain his head. Not too much, just a small pool, now smeared from his movement. He breathed heavily and moved very slowly, trying to determine exactly what condition he was in. Then he remembered where he was.
"Scully!" He said frantically, jerking upright and scrambling to get to his feet. The ropes around his ankles threw him off balance and he fell down hard on his side. His teeth rattled as his face hit the floor. He tasted blood.
"Mulder no! I'm OK!" Scully forced herself to sound calm for Mulder's sake. It worked, somewhat. Scully's voice, trembling but strong, made him sigh with relief. He blinked the confusion away and turned his body toward the wonderful sound of her voice.
He saw that she too was bound hand and foot, only she was sitting in one of her wooden kitchen chairs. She appeared to be unmarked.
"Scully...Scully are you hurt?" Mulder was inching his way across the floor to the chair, fighting the nausea and pain glancing through his head.
"No Mulder, I'm OK. I'm fine." Scully's voice was wavering just a bit. "But Mulder, Krycek's here."
Mulder jerked around, trying to see in all directions at once, desperately seeking his gun.
Krycek's low laughter came from the distance and got louder as the sound of his heavy black boots heralded his return to the living room. "Good morning Sunshine. We've been waiting for you for a few hours now. Scully's probably getting pretty uncomfortable in that chair. Guess I hit you a little harder than I thought...either that or you're getting weak, old man." Krycek's eyes burned in the low light of the late evening as he smiled down at Mulder.
Mulder glared up at Krycek, his jaw clenching, his hands frantically working behind him, trying to get free. His voice could have cut steel. "I'm gonna kill you Krycek."
Krycek laughed again. "Maybe, but not today friend. Today, you're going to tell me where I can find that digital tape."
"I don't have it." Mulder's voice was barely controlled rage.
"Maybe...maybe not. I guess by the end of the night, we'll know for sure, won't we?" Krycek's voice was low, excited and his breathing was a little heavier than usual. He was obviously getting a lot of pleasure from this little game of control. Mulder didn't like it one bit. He felt like throwing up more than ever but he breathed, slow and calm, trying to stem the tide of rage and hatred welling within him.
Krycek squatted down so that only Mulder could hear his next words. "I know it doesn't do any good to threaten you, Mulder. You probably hate yourself worse than any of your enemies. That's why we're here with Agent Scully." Krycek winked and licked his lips. "It's beautiful, really. Hurt you to get what I want from her, and hurt her to get what I want from you."
Mulder fought against his restraints again, spittle foaming on his lips as he growled. "You son of a bitch! You leave her alone!"
Krycek stood and never taking his eyes off Mulder's face, walked slowly around behind Scully once again. He reached down and put his hands around Scully's neck gently, then lifted her hair carelessly. "I know what your weak point is, Mulder. You're my bitch as long as I have her." He settled his hands around her neck. Mulder saw Scully's small white throat move as she swallowed nervously.
"I don't have the tape!" Mulder yelled, thrashing on the floor. "What the hell are you doing?"
Mulder watched the rapid rising and falling of Scully's chest as she tried hard not to show her fear. She refused to meet Mulder's eyes, knowing the torture she would see there. She scanned the room, looking for something to focus on, as Krycek continued.
"I'm doing what you probably don't have the balls to do, old man." said Krycek, stroking Scully's neck now with his calloused hot fingers. "What about it Scully? Has Mulder ever touched you this way?" Krycek said these words low, right in Scully's ear.
Scully shivered and said nothing. She fixed her gaze on a spot on her rug. Krycek's tongue snaked out and licked Scully's ear quickly as he kept his gaze on Mulder's strained, glaring face. Scully let out a tiny shocked sound and jerked her head away from the contact. Krycek smiled lazily, then roughly grabbed Scully's head in both hands and held it perfectly still while he bent to her neck and licked one slow stroke from collarbone to just behind her ear. He felt the shiver that went through Scully's body. Whether from fear or disgust or pleasure he didn't know and frankly didn't care. His real pleasure came from the look on Mulder's face. He could get off on that alone.
Mulder's breath was coming fast and hot through his nose now as he gritted his teeth, his lips thin and his eyes narrowed. His face was beading up with sweat and getting red. "Keep your hands off her you bastard! I swear to God I'll rip you're fucking tongue out of your head for that!" He screamed, his voice breaking. His thrashing made the blood flow from his head wound afresh. He shook it out of his eyes and kept his gaze on Krycek, imagining what it would feel like to pull that pink piece of offending flesh straight out of that sneering mouth.
Krycek looked at him with hooded eyes and smiled. "Don't give yourself a heart attack, old man. We're just getting started. Now. Shall I go on, or do you want to tell me where that tape is?"
Scully made eye contact with Mulder for the first time, shaking her head almost imperceptibly and imploring him with her eyes not to give in to Krycek. Mulder closed his eyes in torment and threw his head back, putting everything he had into getting his hands free of their bonds. He felt the harsh sting as the ropes rubbed the flesh from his wrists. But he didn't feel them give even an inch. Scully closed her eyes against his struggles, unable to see him in such physical and emotional pain, knowing it was harder on him to watch what Krycek was doing to her than to experience it herself. She told herself that she could take this. She just wasn't sure if Mulder could. The problem was, they really didn't know where the tape was. It had disappeared from Mulder's desk the night before. Apparently Krycek didn't know where it was either. And apparently he wanted it...badly.
"Have it your way." Said Krycek with mock resignation. Scully jumped again as she heard the swshhht of a switchblade being opened. Her eyes went round as saucers as she felt the cold of the blade press against her throat. She froze as it softly trailed down her throat, into the V of her blouse, never drawing blood, the point only very gently scratching the tender skin. Krycek carefully made his way around till he was in front of Scully, but not blocking Mulder's view. He kneeled before her, never taking the blade from her flesh. He looked up into Scully's wide eyes, grinning, and lifted the point away from her chest. He heard her release a breath she'd been holding. He also heard her sharp intake of breath as put the blade under one of the small pearl buttons of her blouse. He froze like that and looked back at Mulder.
Mulder squeezed his eyes shut, his teeth grinding as he continued to fight his bonds.
"Oh no you don't. You're gonna watch this." Krycek rose up and quickly walked over to Mulder, who still had his eyes squeezed shut, and viciously drove the steel toe of his heavy black boot into his stomach.
"No Krycek please! Please don't hurt him!" Scully lost control, crying silently and struggling against her own bonds.
Mulder's eyes flew open as he blew out the air forced from his lungs by the blow. He went into a coughing fit as he struggled to gain his breath, spitting a mouthful of blood on Krycek's boots and glaring up at him, struggling hard not to vomit.
"That's better. Now you keep your eyes open, or I'll kick the shit out of you." Krycek calmly returned to his position before Scully, and without further preamble, used the blade to effortlessly slide the buttons off her blouse. The blade was so sharp the only sound was the plunk of the pearls hitting the floor, and Scully's small sounds of desperation and increased breathing rate. Mulder's eyes stayed focused on the scene before him, although it was obvious from the sweat on his face and the painful clenching of his jaw that he was holding in a silent scream.
Mulder watched the last pearly button skitter across the floor and through a haze of tears, rage and blood, saw Krycek's hand slowly raise up to Scully's chest. He watched Krycek's dark, square fingers slip between the two pieces of silky white fabric and begin to push the blouse open gently.
In spite of himself, Mulder felt his penis twitch at the sight.
<Fuck. How sick is that? I'm getting off on watching Scully get molested by this mother fucker. God I really don't deserve to live.>
Mulder closed his eyes for a moment, then remembered why he was still having trouble breathing and jerked them open again. Heat and blind hatred rolled off him in waves.
Krycek had Scully's blouse open all the way now, exposing her simple lacy white bra completely. The position of her arms forced her chest forward, making it look as if her chest was thrusting forward, her breasts swelling and falling with her rapid breaths. Her eyes were closed and her lips were trembling as silent tears fell.
Mulder watched as Krycek's hand slowly slid up to cover Scully's left breast. Krycek let out a sigh of pleasure and turned to look at Mulder's face. Mulder had to bite his lip to keep from screaming.
And he felt his erection swelling.
Apparently his reaction was not lost on Krycek, who threw his head back and laughed openly for a moment before turning back to Scully's exposed white flesh.
"Mmm...how long has it been, Agent Scully? Such perfect little breasts deserve more attention, you know." Krycek's tongue snaked out of his mouth and he extended it forward, just letting the tip come in contact with Scully's nipple, still encased in the lacy fabric of her bra.
Her gasp was audible. Mulder couldn't suppress a small groan. Krycek slowly pulled his tongue back between his lips and turned to make sure Mulder was still watching.
He was. His eyes were so dark they looked to be all pupil. Krycek thought to himself that it wasn't only hatred and rage darkening Mulder's gaze. The bulge in his pants, made more obvious by Mulder's bound position, told Krycek that Mulder wasn't altogether disgusted watching his partner being handled so roughly. Krycek snorted.
"This is as close as you get to getting it on with her, isn't it Mulder? God you are such a loser. Well I'm not going to let such a juicy little piece get away." Krycek turned back to the task at hand.
Mulder swallowed back bile as he realized that he was getting very aroused watching the scene play out before him. He wanted to tear Krycek limb from limb, but his body betrayed his excitement at seeing Scully as a sexual object. More than anything, he wanted his gun. As he kept his eyes focused on Scully's heaving form, one thing went through his mind. <Gonna kill you you goddamned sonofabitch gonna rip your fucking head off.>
Krycek was turned away from him again, and Mulder watched, fascinated and sickened, as with his thumbs he stroked Scully's nipples through her bra. Scully's breathing was ragged and Mulder watched as her nipples became erect and began to poke through the thin fabric of her bra.
"Mmmm...very nice, Agent Scully." Krycek bent and breathed hotly in her ear, stiffening her nipples even more. Mulder's own breath was coming fast and painful in his battered chest. He tried to think of something else as he watched Krycek's hand moving over Scully's breast. When Krycek pinched Scully's nipple hard, her shocked cry made Mulder groan out loud and his erection became painful. He tried to roll himself into a position where Krycek and Scully wouldn't see it, but couldn't maintain his line of vision, so with a nauseated sigh, he resigned himself to looking like a complete degenerate. At least Scully's eyes were still closed. Thank GOD she couldn't see his obvious arousal. He didn't think she'd ever forgive him. He didn't think he'd ever forgive himself.
Krycek turned to make sure was Mulder was watching, then without warning, he slipped the knife under the center of Scully's bra and simply sliced it in half. The two cups fell to the sides of her breasts and she let out a trembling cry but didn't open her eyes. Krycek's eyes widened at the sight of her two milk-white perfect little breasts. He actually licked his lips unconsciously as his gaze travelled over the two little pink nipples. He looked at Scully's lovely face, contorted in fear, and watched tiny sparkling tears drop from under her closed lids. He bent and kissed them away. Scully tried to pull her face away from his touch, but he held her head in place firmly while he planted feathery kisses all over her face and started making a trail of kisses down her neck.
Mulder's breathing was loud and ragged and he could barely stifle the groan in his throat as he saw Scully's bra swing open and her beautiful white breasts slide into view.
<Oh GOD. Who knew they'd be so perfect? Who knew I'd want her this much? She's my PARNTER for Christ's sake...my best friend! He's fucking touching her! I'm gonna fucking kill him! Oh fuck she's so beautiful! I'm a cocksucker for having thoughts like this! I have to get her out of here!>
Krycek's attention was focused on Scully, and Mulder took this opportunity to scan the room, looking for something he could use to overpower Krycek. He thought he could see Scully's gun laying on one of the end tables. He tried to focus all his energy on loosening the ropes around his wrists. The pain was almost a welcome punishment for his sick reactions to Scully's torments as the ropes slid against raw flesh. He deserved to hurt while Scully was undergoing this torture. He certainly didn't deserve the bolts of pleasure it was sending straight through his groin to have to witness it.
Krycek groaned again and Mulder's eyes shot back to the scene just as Krycek's head descended on Scully's chest and his lips fastened on her breast. Scully whimpered as Krycek moaned and noisily sucked her nipple, pinching and twisting the other one with his hand. Mulder's vision swirled as he watched Krycek's other hand pushing Scully's skirt up her thighs slowly.
<I've GOT to get OUT of this goddamned ROPE!> Mulder felt his own tears against his cheeks as he twisted his hands viciously against the ropes.
And then...he couldn't believe it...but he felt them give, just a little. He froze in his victory, tentatively testing the grip of the ropes. Yes. He had worked them enough so that while one loop had become so tight it was rapidly turning his hands numb, another loop had loosened enough that he just MIGHT be able to get his hand free if he was careful. He steadied his breathing and made his gaze as neutral as possible, trying VERY hard not to think about what was happening to Scully, as he moved his wrists, working them out of their bondage.
While Mulder was slowly working his hands free of their restraints, Krycek was slowly working his own hand up Scully's skirt. Mulder couldn't even see it now it was so far up, but he could see the movement of the fabric as Krycek's hand moved beneath it, and he could hear Scully's ongoing sounds of struggle, now a desperate hum between her tight white lips. When Krycek stopped and turned to look at Mulder, Mulder froze, mouth hanging open. Krycek smiled, licked his lips and turned back to Scully. He used both hands to push her skirt all the way up her thighs exposing her simple white cotton panties. Scully's legs were shaking visibly. Mulder couldn't suppress the whimper in his throat as Krycek's hands slid up Scully's thighs, thumbs pointed toward that little swatch of cotton. Just a little more now. Just a little more and he knew his hands would be free. He prayed to God it wouldn't be too late. And he prayed to God Scully wouldn't notice his raging hard on.
<Oh God Scully just keep your eyes closed, almost out Scully just keep your eyes closed I'll KILL that cocksucking son of a bitch.>
Krycek picked up the knife again and Mulder nearly howled at him but at the last second bit it back in favor of keeping Krycek's attention away from his frantically twisting hands. He watched in utter terror as Krycek brought the knife up between Scully's thighs. His breath was coming in labored panting now and he felt his hips buck, seeking stimulation for his raging erection, even as he felt his hand slip free of the ropes. His gasp at its freedom was completely overshadowed by Scully's cry as Krycek put the blade under the crotch of her panties and yanked the knife right through it, exposing her auburn thatch of hair.
Mulder's own agonized outcry made Krycek look back over his shoulder to see the look on Mulder's face. Krycek's own excitement was doubled at the pure torture he saw totally commanding Mulder's features...tears on his cheeks, sweat covering his face in a thin sheen, spittle on his lips. Krycek's eyes blazed and he showed his teeth in a feral grin, spotting Mulder's obviously rock-hard erection.
Mulder froze, hands behind his back as he saw Krycek swing his gaze toward him.
<FUCK oh FUCK I have to stop him oh FUCK I can't let him do this what the FUCK am I going to do now oh my GOD I can't believe this is happening I'm gonna fucking RIP HIM apart!>
His hands were now free but his ankles were still tightly bound and Krycek was about eight feet away from him. He would have to move himself forward using only his hands while Krycek was distracted <Oh my fucking GOD> with Scully, then grab Krycek around the throat somehow and squeeze the fucking life out of him. His mind was screaming and his dick was throbbing but he didn't make a sound as Krycek turned back to Scully and laid the knife back on the floor.
<Ah the knife. Yes. Just a few more feet. Get the knife Get the knife Get the knife> Mulder struggled hard not to pay attention to what Krycek was doing. He began to move slowly, silently toward his prey.
Krycek was kneeling lower now, and pushing Scully's small white thighs apart calmly with his hands. Mulder smelled Scully's scent and his eyes rolled closed and he nearly fainted as he slowly inched his way across the short span of hardwood floor. Krycek said nothing as his hands slid their way up the insides of those milk-white thighs. He lowered his head and started to push it between those thighs. Scully was openly but quietly crying now. And Mulder had his chance.
Mulder grabbed the knife in one hand while throwing himself upward with the other and he made a primal, animal sound as he rammed the knife deeply between Krycek's ribs.
Krycek howled and spun around, grabbing the knife in his side and falling backward. He managed to pull it out just before he hit the ground, narrowly avoiding the nasty consequence of having it pushed all the way into his body up to the hilt. In the moment it took him to regain his senses, Mulder lunged on top of him and grabbed his head in both hands and savagely beat it against the floor, over and over. "I'm gonna fucking kill you Krycek! I'm gonna fucking beat your head in you goddamn sicko fuck!" Mulder's eyes were wild with rage and the blood-streaked spit from his words sprayed over Krycek's face in a continuous mist. Mulder was hardly aware of what he was doing. Suddenly, Krycek swung wildly with the knife, sinking it into Mulder's shoulder before Mulder grabbed it and threw it across the room, oblivious to the new pain. Blood poured down Mulder's arm and over Krycek's throat as Mulder continued to beat Krycek's head against the floor. Krycek finally stopped struggling, but Mulder didn't stop until he heard Scully scream.
"Mulder! Stop! Please!" Mulder raised his head, his hands still around Krycek's throat, and he tried to see her through the hate-fog. Gradually his vision cleared. Scully's face was wet, her eyes bloodshot and fixed on him, pleading and terrified. His mouth dropped open and he immediately pulled himself away from the bloodied form beneath him. Pain shot through his shoulder and he saw small explosions shoot across his line of vision.
"Scully! Scully don't worry. I'll get you out of there." He paid no attention to his own restraints, still around his ankles, as he rolled over beneath her and began untying hers. Scully pressed her legs tightly together and squeezed her eyes shut, sobbing openly now.
Mulder got her legs free of the ropes then bent to untie his own so that he could reach high enough to get her hands out of their bonds.
"No no...Scully it's ok, please...it's ok..." Mulder felt his own tears mix with the sweat and blood trickling into his eyes as he frantically brushed Scully's hair out of her face and untied her wrists. As soon as they were free, Scully covered her face with both hands and bent over her knees, crying uncontrollably.
"Scully," Mulder's voice broke. He felt so damn helpless.
<God...what can I do...what can I do to make this better...>
"Scully please...please you're all right now. It's over." He wanted to touch her, to soothe her and just feel her safe and alive under his hands, but he was afraid she was already feeling too violated and he couldn't bear the thought of her shuddering at his touch. So he just stood there, close, tears gathering in his own eyes, as he watched her back shake and heave under the ruined blouse. He felt waves of dizziness and pain break over him but he didn't move. He couldn't move. He couldn't bear to leave her side.
"No! No Mulder it's NOT OK! It's not over! It'll never be OK!" Scully's intensity surprised him and her anger, coupled with his own light headedness, brought him to his knees.
"Scully, please...it's over. Please. I'm sorry!" His head fell back and his eyes squeezed closed. "Scully I'm so sorry!" Mulder was trying to keep the sobbing out of his voice as he yelled his pain and guilt out at the ceiling.
"Mulder...I don't want you to see me! Get out, please! God...oh god how can you....please just leave!" Scully raged and sobbed against her hands, trying to bend herself double in an effort to hide her body from Mulder.
Mulder bit his lip and closed his eyes. Her pain was unbearable to him. He couldn't just leave her like this, but he wanted to do whatever she needed him to in order to make this better.
"Scully...I can't leave you. I...I'll get you a blanket Scully. Then I'll go in the other room. Please....please when you're ready....please just...talk to me Scully." Mulder stood and wiped his eyes with the back of one hand as he steadied himself. He nearly blacked out, but kept his eyes open and breathed deeply in an effort to stay standing long enough to get Scully's blanket. Using various pieces of furniture to support himself along the way, he made his way to Scully's bedroom.
He didn't know where she kept the extra linen, and his dizziness was nearly overpowering, so he just yanked the coverlet off her bed and bundled it up in his arms. He stopped for a moment, willing the spinning to cease, then slowly made his way back out to Scully's huddled form.
She had stopped crying now and was just slumped over, hugging her knees, eyes closed. She rocked herself and sniffed.
Mulder gently dropped the coverlet over her body, dimly noting the blood splotches from his shoulder wound, then turned to make his way into the kitchen so that if Scully wanted to lie down, she could have her bedroom.
He made it just inside the kitchen doorway before the wave of blackness hit and he went down with a crash, knocking over a chair before he hit the floor.
Scully heard the crash and raised her face from her hands. She scanned the room and saw Krycek's bloodied, unconscious form just steps away from her feet. She sat up in the chair, pulling her blanket around herself, then gasped when she saw Mulder's bloody, still form sprawled half in, half out of the kitchen.
"Mulder! Oh my God Mulder!" Scully let the blanket fall to the floor as she jumped up from the chair, pulling her blouse closed in front of her with one hand.
<God how could I be so self-centered! Mulder is the one who was actually hurt...and may be dying, from his efforts to save me! It's MY fault he was even here! If I had refused to call him...Oh God Mulder what have I done?>
"Oh Mulder...Mulder I'm sorry!" Scully's sobs began anew as she went to her knees beside Mulder's unmoving form. She quickly felt for a pulse, and found it, though it was erratic. She ran her hands over his head, searching for the wound causing the trail of blood down the side of his face. She found it and ripped cloth from her already ruined blouse to make a bandage to press against it. She kept the pressure on the gash with one hand while she opened the buttons of his shirt with the other, to get a better look at the second wound in his shoulder. She uncovered what appeared to be a small but deep stab wound near but not puncturing the carotid artery. She let out a breath of relief, and taking her hand from his head, ripped the sleeve off her blouse and then tied the bandage to his head with that, while she used the other sleeve to make a second bandage for his shoulder, using a nearby kitchen towel to staunch the blood flow and tying it place firmly with the second sleeve.
Satisfied that she had done all she could for Mulder, she rose on trembling legs and staggered into her bedroom. She avoided her reflection in the mirror, reaching into her dresser drawers and quickly changing into the first things she pulled out, her T- shirt and sweat pants. Then she went into the bathroom and washed her face. She pitied her strained, pale reflection in the mirror for a moment until she realized she was also washing Mulder's blood down the drain from her hands. Guilt and sadness washed over her and she stopped feeling sorry for herself.
Worried that Krycek might awaken, she went back out to the living room and found him still unconscious, but making labored breathing sounds. She narrowed her gaze at him and fought back tears.
<I should let you die, you son of a bitch, after what you did, to Mulder and to me.>
She stood there, staring down at him, for a few minutes. Ultimately, her medical training won out over her rage and thoughts of vengeance, and she bent carefully to examine Krycek's injuries.
The stab wound was bleeding red, not black, so no internal organs appeared to be punctured. She went into the kitchen and brought back some cotton dish cloths and proceeded to tear them into bandages. She wrapped them around his torso, lifting his arms to tie them securely, refusing to think of what his hands had been doing just minutes ago. She then examined his head and found no serious bleeding.
She sat back on her heels and stared at his face. Then she rose up and went to her phone.
2: Secrets Explored
Mulder was still unconscious when the paramedics and police arrived, and Scully gave her statement as he was being loaded up onto the gurney. The police were rather surprised to see that she had rendered medical attention to not only her partner but the assailant as well. She explained that she was only upholding the Hippocratic oath. They shrugged and loaded Krycek into a separate ambulance.
Scully rode with Mulder to the hospital, holding his hand, and explained to the doctors everything that she had seen Krycek do to him. She found it very hard to keep the tremors from her voice as she went into detail about what he had gone through. She kept her own experiences to a bare minimum, only disclosing that Kyrcek had threatened her with a knife. As she described Mulder's experience from beginning to end, she felt the guilt over her words to him wash over her in suffocating waves.
<Oh Mulder. I'm so sorry. Please wake up so I can tell you how sorry I am.>
She settled into his chair once he had been thoroughly examined and put into a room. He was still unconscious. The doctors had told her that his head injury was mostly superficial, but that he had sustained a concussion, although an MRI showed no internal bleeding. The stab wound was deep but not serious, and had been stitched up quickly. They could discern no internal injuries in an ultrasound, although a couple of ribs appeared to have small hairline fractures according to the x-ray. His wrists had been bandaged as well. She cringed at their description of the skin rubbed raw all the way around, and unconsciously rubbed her barely bruised wrists.
She leaned over him and tenderly brushed his hair away from his face, watching him breathe. Sighing, she slowly lowered her head beside his on the pillow.
She felt him move and heard a groan, and quickly raised her head.
"Scully?" Mulder's voice was groggy and confused. His eyes moved slowly, bringing her face into focus. "Oh Scully. I'm so sorry." His eyes closed.
"No Mulder...Mulder it's OK. You saved me, Mulder. Just like you always do. This is no different. I'm the one who's sorry. I was...upset, Mulder and I didn't realize what I was saying to you. Please...Mulder please I want you to accept my apology."
Mulder opened his eyes again, meeting Scully's intense gaze. His own eyes were dark with feeling and he struggled to keep them from moistening as he started to raise himself up.
"No Scully...Scully you have nothing to be sorry for. I...I should have stopped him sooner. I should have known better. Scully...I'm...I'm just sorry this happened to you. I don't want to you feel....ashamed around me." His voice broke on that last part and his eyes shut against the tears he couldn't stop now.
"Oh Mulder, no..." Scully's small hands pressed him gently back down into the bed. She smiled sadly and put her hand on the side of his face. "No Mulder...please. It's all over now. I...I didn't know what I was saying. I'm fine Mulder. Please...I'm fine." Scully held Mulder's face in her hands, her eyes shining with tears, willing him to look at her...willing him to believe her.
He finally opened his eyes and looked at her shining blue eyes. Finally, wordlessly, he nodded, stopping his own tears through sheer will. After a moment, he put his hand over hers on his face and they just looked into each other's eyes. He searched her face carefully, watching her lips tremble as she offered him a gentle, brave smile. He closed his eyes and pulled her hand to his lips and placed a light, soft kiss on her palm.
She let her eyes close at the pleasure of this loving touch and realized that the relationship between them was just as strong as it had ever been. She had nothing to fear from having had Mulder see her nude and at some other man's mercy. Mulder's love and respect for her was stronger than that.
She realized that she didn't really feel ashamed that Mulder had seen her naked. He had seen her naked before, although not under these types of circumstances. This was just a bad situation they had both faced together...another time when Mulder saw her naked, only this time at the hands of his worst enemy.
The trouble was...in the back of her mind, she knew there was more to what had happened than just that.
<I'll deal with that later. Now I just need to make this OK for Mulder.>
Mulder felt Scully accept his kiss and felt a breath he had been holding sigh out against the soft skin.
<How could she ever think I wouldn't respect her? Doesn't she know how deep my love is for her? I mean, I've never told her but...surely she knows...doesn't she?>
Mulder's thoughts swirled in his foggy head but his expression remained peaceful as Scully's fingertips continued to rest against his lips. He fell back to sleep that way, and she relaxed and put her head back down beside his, not taking her hand from his face.
Scully came to give Mulder a ride home on his discharge date from the hospital. Aside from a slight wince during certain movements, Mulder didn't bear any noticeable signs of his recent encounter. He appeared to be back to his old self, although a bit distant.
Scully on the other hand, had been a churning pot of troubled thoughts throughout the several days Mulder was bedridden.
She finally admitted to herself that it wasn't her nudity that made her ashamed in front of Mulder.
It was her arousal.
The truth was, that while she had definitely been afraid during the encounter with Krycek, ultimately she had known he wouldn't seriously hurt her, because he hadn't hurt her when he'd had the chance. So while he was touching her and teasing her, she had felt her body responding to him. And that is what she had been so ashamed of.
As she sat in the car next to Mulder, she felt her face flush at the thought of Krycek's mouth on her breast. His hands on her thighs. His mouth almost on her....GOD. It was sick. She knew it was. But...it was also...in the very back of her mind...a relief to be seen as a sexual object...even by her worst enemy.
She didn't want to be seen as a sexual object while at work, but before she had joined the FBI she had been happy to be a fully sexual being on her off hours. The trouble was, working on the x- files didn't leave her any off hours. Or any social life. Or any opportunity to be a sexual being at all.
Then there was that OTHER trouble.
The trouble with Mulder. The fact that the more she worked with him, the more she went through with him, the deeper she knew him...the more deeply she fell in love with him and the more she WANTED him.
She didn't think he wanted her that way, though...she wasn't oblivious to his flirtations, but she also saw that he was like that with most women, so she just took it as part of his personality, rather than an indication of any real sexual attraction to her.
But damn...she found herself more and more attracted to that man every day. She mentally kicked herself every time she blushed and grinned when she said something smart that he took special notice of. Where did that cool, collected professional Scully exterior go then? Right out the goddamned window. To be replaced by grinning, blushing, doe-eyed Dana. She absolutely couldn't help that.
She almost couldn't help but touch him too sometimes. And of course, if he was hurting, she actually got her chance. Sometimes she felt like a real sicko, reveling in the freedom to run her hands over his face or chest or arms or legs after some psychopath had come after him with a razor or some Consortium member had drugged him to the gills. She rationalized that she was only giving him much needed medical attention, but the nasty little inner voice in her head told her it was well aware of the thrill that went through her body every time she got to put her hands on that long, lean body.
She often found herself gazing at him in the office when her paperwork was boring...just letting her eyes travel over that impossibly sexy, full bottom lip, that sexy square jaw, that thick head of dark soft hair that kept falling over his forehead, just screaming to be brushed away. Once in awhile, he would feel her eyes on him and look up and she would quickly look away and act like she was thinking and letting her eyes roam over the rest of the office. Inwardly, her heart would be fluttering a million miles a minute and she would be struggling to breathe normally. Outwardly, she simply looked pensive.
So Mulder had seen her aroused now. That was what was bothering her. But...was it bothering her because she was embarrassed?
Or...was it bothering her because it opened the door just a crack.
She sighed heavily, frustrated at her own lack of understanding of this complex situation.
Mulder gazed out the window, watching the traffic as Scully drove. He didn't want to, but he had to admit he did feel awkward around her now. But it wasn't because he didn't respect her, or he was ashamed of her for being touched by that crazy ass hole. He felt totally guilt-ridden over his own physiological reaction to watching it happen. He had been turned on watching Scully nearly get raped. God what a sick fuck he was.
He tried to examine his feelings...figure out why his reaction had been so strong and pronounced. Over the years working with Scully, he had become aware that he wanted Scully for more than just her mind, but he had never even considered the possibility he would ever see that side of her. He knew she was a beautiful woman, of course, and despite the nasty whispers that she was an "ice- queen" he had a hunch that she was a warm, giving lover. But he had never allowed himself to really SEE her as a sexual object, until Alex Krycek had reduced her to one in front of him.
All the times he had allowed his gaze to travel over her small, tight body, he had only had vague notions of what it would look like being touched sexually. All the times he had allowed his hands to brush against her, seemingly innocently, his only real coherent thoughts had been about what that touch did to his body, rather than what her body would look like under his hands. Truthfully, he couldn't keep his hands off her, and he lived for the times when he allowed himself to dominate her personal space, as he soaked up the energy of just being near her. His late night masturbation fantasies usually ended with him sighing her name, but he had never ONCE seen any indication that she had any sexual feelings towards him...or anyone else, for that matter, except maybe that weird Quaker dude but hey...that was a totally different situation. Not that it hadn't given new fodder to Mulder's Scully fantasies. But anyway.
Seeing Scully reduced to a mere sex object had made his mind and body do a complete 180 degree turn and he just wasn't sure he could ever forget that there was a beautiful, sexy little body under those seriously desire-damping suits she always wore.
How the hell was he going to hide his attraction now?
He heard Scully's sigh and felt a little sick, wondering if she was thinking about how embarrassed she was to be with him now. Wondering if she was thinking what a sick fuck he really was. Wondering if she had noticed his horrible arousal during that ordeal. God how he wanted to let her know how sorry he was. And that everything was going to be all right.
But it wasn't. It wasn't all right. His feelings for her had changed, and he hadn't the faintest idea what to do about it.
Scully let Mulder lean on her just a little as they made their way up to his apartment. The feeling of his hard body against her own, and the smell of his neck at the side of her face, nearly made it hard for her to walk, too. She could imagine herself just turning her face slightly, bringing her lips in contact with the hot skin of his neck, letting her tongue taste just one small taste of Mulder. She blinked away these images as he stepped away from her to fit his key in the lock.
They entered his apartment and she helped him make his way to his couch, putting her hand on his back to help him sit down, thrilling at the feeling of his back muscles moving under her touch. Oh how she wanted to brush that little lock of dark brown hair off his forehead. She was transfixed for just a moment by a tiny bead of sweat on his brow, probably brought on by the pain of sitting down due to those cracked ribs. She realized Mulder was now looking at her with a slightly confused expression and pulled herself together.
"Let me make us some tea." She left his side and walked into his tiny kitchen.
Mulder let out the breath he had been holding. Having her small, soft body leaning over in front of him, helping him get seated on the couch, had nearly put him in grave danger of doing something VERY stupid. As she had pressed her hand against his back, his face was just inches away from her sweet-smelling throat and if he had tried <honest to GOD he had tried NOT to> he could have seen right down her blouse. He fought an almost uncontrollable urge to just move forward a few inches and brush his lips against that warm, soft skin. He had had to close his eyes against the impulse and felt himself perspiring with the effort of the control. He didn't let himself breathe until she had stepped away. She had caught him though...he was sure she could read the sick thoughts he was having and he felt terrible under that fixed gaze she had given him.
He had to be more in control or he was going to scare her away for good. He could only imagine how fragile she must be now. GOD he was sick.
As Scully put the kettle on for the tea, she thought about what she could do to remain safe in the established bounds of their relationship, but still test the waters to see if it could go any further. She knew Mulder was too much of a gentleman to ever actually make a move on her, and she wasn't at all sure he would even want to. But...if she could very subtly make some moves toward him, she might be able to judge from his behavior what type of effect they were having.
Basically, she was going to tease him and see where it got her.
<Damn. Does Mulder have any alcohol in this godforsaken place?>
She opened his refrigerator and nearly sighed out loud in relief when she saw the four bottles of ale in the bottom drawer. She very quickly and quietly opened one and drank it while finishing up the tea. She didn't drink very often at all, and she was so small that it didn't take much, so by the time she made her back to the living room with two hot cups of tea, she was feeling nicely buzzed.
Mulder looked up to see her coming toward him with two hot cups of steaming liquid. He returned her smile as she bent to place them on the table in front of the couch. He tried VERY hard not to look into the V of her blouse as she did so. He was very proud of himself when she straightened up and he had seen nothing...except maybe a tiny sliver of lace peeking out.
<DAMN. Where's that pillow I keep here? I don't want her to see me getting hard over some little glimpse of lace. Shit.>
Scully found herself shaking her hair a little, to get it out of her face...a sensuous little movement she never allowed herself, but which felt so nice, coupled with the buzz from the ale. She licked her lips and settled herself on the couch beside Mulder, her thighs touching his.
She heard his quiet but sharp intake of breath as she sat down.
"Oh Mulder, I'm sorry...did I hurt you?" She turned to him and put her hand on his thigh, looking directly into his deep hazel eyes, immediately lost in their soft, intense depths.
"Uh no...well, yeah a little...ribs." He finished. <Shit, can't even form a complete sentence. Try harder, ass hole.>
"Thanks for the tea." Mulder said, trying very hard to ignore the little bolts of electricity that the touch of her leg against his was creating. His hands trembled just a little as he brought the hot liquid back to his lap and leaned against the back of the couch again.
"Sure. It's chamomile. It will help you relax so you can get a good night's sleep." Scully smiled and lowered her lips to her own cup and sipped carefully.
Mulder found himself staring at her plump little mouth pouting against the rim of his cup and blinked as he realized he was staring. He couldn't wait to use that cup for some future beverage, putting his lips where hers had been.
<Shit. How pathetic is that? Maybe I should get her to go home before I do something REALLY stupid.>
"Uh Scully...I'm fine. You don't have to stay...I mean...if you don't want to." He breathed and put his own cup to his lips.
Scully felt a little pang of hurt at his words, quickly squelched by the site of his sensuous lips wrapping themselves against the rim of his mug.
"No, Mulder. I think I should stay just a bit...help you get to sleep. I mean...make sure you're able to rest...ok." She stammered, feeling her face grow hot at the implications of what she had said.
Mulder swallowed a large gulp of hot tea too quickly and almost choked, hearing Scully say she wanted to "help him to get to sleep." He continued drinking the too-hot liquid as a cover for his adolescent reaction, feeling it burn his tongue and throat on the way down.
<Damn how am I going to get through this night?>
"Do you want to watch some TV?" said Scully, getting off the couch to look for the remote.
<Oh shit. What video did I leave in the VCR?> Mulder searched his brain, but it had been almost a week and he didn't have a clue. Scully already knew about his perverted little video habits. Still, he didn't know how she'd react given her recent experiences.
"Here let me look..." Mulder started to rise from the couch and Scully quickly turned around and placed both hands on his chest.
"Mulder! Sit down! You're hurt! I can find it, you just sit there!" She remained leaning over him, looking in his eyes with concern, her hands still resting on his chest until she was sure he wasn't going anywhere. She raised her eyebrows and looked him straight in the eye, letting him know she wasn't up for argument on this issue.
Mulder smiled and sank back against the couch awkwardly.
<Get your hands off me woman I don't think I can handle this.>
Scully reluctantly straightened up, letting her hands caress his chest for the tiniest moment as she removed them. She actually let a small, soft sigh leave her lips as she broke contact. The beer was making her feel a little bit fearless.
As Scully stood up, Mulder felt a tingle go through his entire body when her hands brushed his chest upon removal. He found that pillow he had been looking for and when she turned back to the TV, he leaned far over to the side, straining his bruised ribcage and grabbed it. He settled it on his lap, hoping that it looked like a logical rest for his cup of tea.
Scully found the remote control under some newspapers and started pushing buttons. She finally got the set to turn on, then she heard sound and turned back to the couch to settle in and look for something to watch. As she came around to sit next to Mulder, she saw that he wouldn't meet her eyes and was staring at a fascinating spot somewhere east of the couch. She looked at him in confusion, then turned and seated herself next to him, their legs once again touching almost all the way from thigh to calf, their upper arms warm against one another. Then she looked at the screen.
Aha. The source of Mulder's acute embarrassment. A decidedly interesting porno flick. A very red- haired woman was receiving oral administrations from a tall brown-haired young man. She was voicing her appreciation of his lingual talents quite openly. Scully giggled just the tiniest bit and handed the remote to Mulder. She felt a tingle start between her legs and shifted her thighs just a bit.
Sighing deeply, Mulder grabbed the remote and stabbed the Stop button savagely, effectively quieting the vociferous red-head on the screen. He stared at the remote as if it were the offending party in this mess.
"Scully. I'm sorry. I...uh..." Mulder didn't allow himself to meet her eyes. He didn't know how to finish his apology, either.
"Mulder, it's OK. It's not like you watching skin flicks is news to me, you know. Besides...I know they're not yours." She smiled merrily and very gently nudged his arm with her own, being extra careful not to hurt his injured shoulder or ribs.
Mulder sighed with relief and shifted a little uncomfortably at the touch of her arm against his, steadying his cup of chamomile and looking at the remote intently.
Scully noticed his uncomfortable reaction. "Oh Mulder, did I hurt you? I'm so sorry..." She turned and leaned into him, ever so gently inspecting the wound on his shoulder and touching the bandaged ribs beneath his T-shirt. He jumped at her touch.
"Maybe we should get you some more pain killers Mulder...you seem to be in a lot of misery tonight!" Scully started to rise to get his medication, but Mulder grabbed her arm and pulled her back down gently.
"No I'm fine, Scully. Really. I don't want to take anything." He turned his attention to the remote and began channel surfing through the television stations, looking for something distracting to take his mind off the fact that Scully's upper body had just pressed full length against arm, and the pillow under his chamomile tea was now balancing on something getting harder by the minute.
He settled on some old black and white movie, figuring it for a chick flick. He focused his attention on giving a shit what the overly dramatic woman was saying to the staccato-talking man and took another drink of his tea.
Scully smiled and sipped her own tea. She really didn't care for old black and white romantic movies, but she knew Mulder had chosen it to make her happy and that alone made it the best movie on. She wiggled in beside Mulder even closer and leaned back into the couch with a sigh. She was a bit sleepy from the beer and she let her head fall back against the cushion, eyes closed. She tilted her head from side to side, getting the kinks out, and moaned a little at the release of tension.
Mulder couldn't help but stare transfixed at her relaxed, beautiful face, her exposed, soft neck and her slightly parted lips. He felt waves of heat coming off that little body next to him and when she moaned, he felt an arrow of power go straight to his crotch. He stifled his own gasp as he tore his gaze away. He shifted in his place, trying to concentrate on the movie instead of the vision of Scully with her head thrown back.
<Oh GOD this isn't fair this isn't fair she never does this what the fuck is going on?>
Scully sighed and opened her eyes, turning her attention back to the screen.
<Well, he's not taking the bait, is he? Although...> She glanced down at his lap, where he still held the pillow in place, even though he had just swallowed the remainder of his tea in three large gulps. <There might be something worthy of further investigation under that pillow of his.> She smiled as she set her own mug of tea on the table and reached for Mulder's empty mug.
He tried to think of a rational protest as she took the mug out of his hands but nothing came to mind, so he numbly let her remove his only shield. He was going to leave the pillow on his lap under the pretense of just not thinking to move it, when he felt Scully's hand come to rest on top of it.
"MMmm Mulder, do you mind if I use your pillow? My head isn't quite high enough for this cushion and my neck is a bit sore." She acted innocent, while trying to keep her voice steady, her blood rushing in her ears.
"Uuhhhh...yeah sure. Here ya go." Mulder sounded pained as he handed her the pillow. He folded his hands on his lap in a characteristically UNMulder way as she used the pillow to settle herself against the couch. When she was pretty sure he was looking at the screen and not her, she stole a glance at his crotch.
<MMm...yep, looks like something's going on down there. Hmmm...now how do we get to the root of the situation?>
"Ooo.." Scully made a little pain sound and jerked her head to the side just a bit.
"What...what is it Scully?" Mulder's face held concern and fear...concern for her discomfort, fear that he might have to move his hands in order to help her.
"Just a real sore spot in the back of my neck. I can't quite reach it." Scully extended her arms over head, trying to rub the kink out of the back of her neck. Of course this motion made her breasts thrust forward and upward, which elicited a very satisfying little breathy sound from Mulder. He still wasn't making any moves to help, so she decided to get bold. "Do you think you could reach it, Mulder? Or would that hurt your sore arm?"
Mulder froze, caught between a warring complex of emotions. First, he wanted badly to have an excuse to touch Scully's neck and back. Second, he was terrified of giving away his obvious arousal, should he remove his folded hands from his lap. Third, he was afraid of what he might do if he actually made skin to skin contact with Scully, and Fourth, he didn't want to look like a wimp and have Scully think that a little pain in the shoulder was going to stop him from doing something as simple as a quick neck rub.
In the end, he sighed deeply and shifted his body so he was facing her.
"I'll take care of it." He said, his voice low and his eyes dark.
Scully's heart raced and she turned away from him, holding up her hair so that he could put his hands on her neck.
At the first touch of his fingers, she started and felt liquid surge from between her thighs. She let out a little whimper and closed her eyes to savor the sensation.
Mulder's hand was trembling as he reached out to touch the soft white skin of Scully's neck. When his fingers made contact and she started under him, he felt his hips twitch just a bit, moving him closer to the source of all the excitement. Feeling guilty as hell, he scooted just a little bit closer to her and began to knead her tight muscles with his nervous, twitching fingers.
"OOohhh yeah, that's it right there. RIGHT there Mulder. MMm...." Scully leaned back against his hands, pressing herself to him and rolling her head from side to side.
It was more than Mulder could take.
He let out a deep shuddering sigh and slid his hands over Scully's shoulders, pulling her body back against his and sinking his face into her hair.
"Mmmmmm....God Scully, you feel so good..." Mulder was instantly lost in the sensation of her hair and her back against him.
Scully moaned and reached up to Mulder's hands, pulling them down over her shoulders, resting them just above her breasts. After all, she couldn't do everything for him.
Mulder moaned at the movement and his hands dropped down of their own volition and completely cupped both of Scully's breasts, squeezing and stroking. He nuzzled her hair back from her neck and lowered his lips to the side of her throat. He opened his mouth against her soft skin and let his tongue taste it.
<God has anything ever tasted this good? Like velvet and rose petals and silk and...Scully.>
Mulder had lost the ability to speak and his thumbs now brushed back and forth across Scully's nipples, creating little undulations and whimpers and gasps that nearly stopped his heart. He pulled her body back into his lap, ignoring the wincing pain in his shoulder, sliding his hands down her body to pull her hips firmly against his own. He groaned against her throat as her felt her soft little round ass come in contact with his fully aroused cock. He thrust his hips against her and lavished his tongue on her throat and collar bone, his thumbs tracing circles on her ass as his fingers pressed gently in on the front of her pelvis.
"MMMmmulder...." Scully leaned herself fully into him and tried to reach behind her to touch more of him. She sank her hands into his thick hair and moaned at the incredible sensation of having Mulder's fingers so near her center, feeling his hardness pressing insistently against her ass. "Mmmm....god yeah." She let her head fall back completely and grabbed his head and pulled it down to her own.
Their mouths met with a mutual groan and tongues swirled around each other and each sought to explore the other deeply and completely, taking turns plunging deeply and then licking lips and plunging deeply once again.
It was such sweet torture to have her back against Mulder instead of her front. Somehow it was more sexual and less warm...something she was really in the frame of mind for right now. She felt his hands coming together, closing in on her center, and bucked her hips up to meet them. She was wearing cotton slacks and the thin fabric seemed almost nonexistent as she felt his fingers begin to press and stroke her. She groaned up into Mulder's mouth and pressed herself up to meet his touch.
Mulder felt her moving against him and as his hands pressed in on her soft center he could tell even through the cotton of her slacks that she was already wet and ready. He pressed his cock against her, hard, and moaned into her mouth. "God...Scully....so good...MMm..." He was afraid that if he didn't get her turned around, he was going come right here, rubbing against her ass. That isn't what he wanted.
Scully felt his mouth leave hers and fasten in on her neck and shoulder area once again, as his hands rubbed deeper and more quickly between her thighs. She was raising her pelvis to press herself against Mulder's hands, then lowering herself to press her ass against his hard cock. God she wasn't going to last much longer...and she didn't want to come facing away from him. She wanted to come with him inside her. Just thinking of that scenario almost sent her over the edge, and she jerked her hips to a halt and grabbed his hands roughly.
Mulder made a disappointed, surprised sound as Scully arrested his hands. He raised his lips from her shoulder and she quickly turned herself around on the couch so she was facing him.
Their eyes met, for the first time sharing their desire in that special form of wordless communication they always shared. The power of that energy flowing between their gazes was enough to bring them both off, but they each held off, drinking the site of the other, boundaries down, hearts open.
Scully broke the gaze. "Mulder, I want you so bad...but I'm afraid...I'm not sure how to continue this without hurting you." Her face, while flushed with desire, was also concerned.
Mulder closed his eyes as he realized she was right...if she got on top of him, his ribs would be in agony, and he was pretty sure he couldn't support himself on top of her with his bad shoulder and sore ribs. He was nearly insane with arousal and frustration when he felt Scully get up from the couch. He opened his eyes and watched as she pulled her sweater up over her head, unclipped her bra and let it fall, then proceeded to very quickly unzip and step out of her slacks. When she bent to pull off her panties, the excitement became painful for him and he moaned, "Scully..." but didn't know what to do.
Then he watched as she got down on the rug on his floor on her hands and knees. She turned her head and gave him the hottest look he'd ever seen his life. There was that unspoken communication again. FUCK he sure got that message loud and clear. Mulder groaned and leapt off the couch, ripping his shirt off over his head <OWFUCK> and then fumbling to unzip and shed his jeans and underwear.
He was shaking and moaning as he kneeled behind her. He reached out and smoothed his hands over her two perfect buttocks, and he bent and traced tiny circles with his tongue.
Scully moaned and backed up against him insistently. "Now Mulder...God don't make me wait!"
He didn't need to be told twice. He took his throbbing erection in hand and slid it over her hot, wet folds, wincing at the thunderbolts of pleasure that shot through his body. He pressed the tip of himself just inside her and she moaned loudly and pressed back, driving him more deeply into her body. "Ooohhhh Mulder....Oh God don't tease...I need this!"
Mulder nearly came from the feeling of having her force him deeper inside but he was determined to hear Scully come calling his name first. Steeling himself against the intense sensation he continued to push himself in, a little at a time, pushing in, then drawing back just a little, then pushing deeper, then drawing back just a little, then finally pushing ALL the way in with a shuddering groan and bending over her small, trembling body. "Ohhhh...gaw....Scull....." He lost the capacity for words.
"Uhhhhmmmm Mulder......oh God...Oh yeah...." Scully started to move against him but Mulder gripped her hips hard with his hands.
"NNnoo not yet...wait...wanna hear you come..." Mulder moved his hands from her hips down around in front, and began to press gently on her clit as he pulled slowly out of her and pushed back in.
"Uhhhh...Uh yeah...Mulder...Oh God..yeah...Oh I'm gonna come..." Scully tossed her head back and moved against Mulder's hips, the attention his fingers were giving her clit bringing her quickly to a place of no return.
Scully writhed against Mulder, yelling his name like a mantra, "Muldermuldermulder muldermulder" then suddenly her body began to buck and shake and she screamed "Oh GOD MULDER OH GOD OH MULDER!" and slammed her ass back against his hips, her ass checks being bruised by his pelvic bones. She slid herself back and forth on Mulder's cock until the clenching and spasming had subsided to a manageable level, and took a deep shuddering breath. "COME, Mulder...now, for me."
Scully's words gave Mulder the permission he needed and he grabbed her hips with both hands and thrust deeply and violently into her over and over, shooting his seed deep inside her and yelling with the intensity of the sensation of his orgasm. "OH God Scuh Scuh Scuh...Scullllleeeeeeeeee...." He voice broke on her name and he let go of her hips, falling forward on top of her body, but still supporting himself with tensed stomach and thigh muscles.
"MMMMmmmulder....." Scully moaned as she curled her body forward to rest her chest on her arms.
"I love it when you say my name like that Scully." Mulder gasped, catching his breath, still deep inside Scully.
"MMmmmulder...." Scully said again, this time especially for Mulder, who smiled at the sound it.
When he pulled away from her, the sensation was pain and pleasure and emptiness all at the same time and she whimpered. Then she stretched out on the rug and felt him lower his body down along her back, their bodies touching each other from shoulder to ankle. Mulder reached around and wrapped his arms around Scully, who sighed and snuggled backward against his body and held his arms with her own.
Had anything ever felt this good? Would anything else ever feel this good? She didn't know, but she was damn sure going to make sure this wasn't the last time she felt like this.
She felt herself falling asleep and heard Mulder's breathing settle into a rhythm as well.
"Mulder...you do have a bed, don't you?" Scully asked, suddenly aware of just how uncomfortable it was on the floor. Then she remembered Mulder was still in recovery, and forced herself to scoot away from him and raise up on her knees. "Come on Mulder...you need a bed." She stood up and reached down for his hand.
He lay there, looking up at his Scully, naked and sweaty, hair messed and makeup smeared, and thought his heart would burst from the vision. He smiled what he knew was his most goofy-looking smile and reached up for her hand. She carefully helped him stand up and he wrapped his arms around her as she led him to his bedroom.
She pressed him down on the bed and crawled in over him, adjusting him in the pillows and pulling the blankets up. He let her do all this even though he was perfectly capable of doing it for himself. After all, if he could fuck doggy-style on his living room rug, he could certainly arrange some pillows. He just grinned happily and let her pamper him.
Once she was satisfied with his condition she snuggled in next to him carefully, draping one small white arm across his chest.
He sighed and let his mind and body relax against the soft pillows Scully had surrounded him with. Was this heaven? If not, he didn't want any part of heaven. He just wanted to stay right here.
"Scully?" He said quietly, not sure if she was awake or asleep.
"MMm...yeah Mulder?" she said against his chest.
"I'm in love with you." Mulder said, then was silent.
"MMMMmmulder. I love you too." Scully kissed his chest then closed her eyes.
Mulder grinned in the dark. He was NEVER going to get tired of hearing his name said that way. Never.