TITLE: The Easiest Thing in the World (2/3) AUTHOR: Rafferty FEEDBACK: rafferty@highstream.net RATING: NC-17 for sexual situations and a few explicit words CATEGORY: MSR Additional headers in part 1. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The Easiest Thing in the World (2/3) By Rafferty Several Weeks Later Mulder's Apartment He turned off the tv and started the tape rewinding. It was suddenly very quiet in the room after the noise of Caddyshack disappeared. All that could be heard was the whirring of the tape rewinding. Mulder set the remote down on the coffee table, then crossed his right leg over his left as he turned slightly to angle himself to face Scully. He placed his elbow on the back of the couch, leaned his head on his hand, and took a quiet moment to study her. She looked relaxed and peaceful, in no hurry to leave, and it was all he could do not to pull her to him and bury his nose in her neck. It had been a few weeks since their last little "encounter" in the stairwell. They had been busy with work, and he had gotten that gross nicotine beetle illness which had laid him up for a couple of weeks. He would never forget the time that he was at home in bed on doctor's orders, only a few days home from the hospital, with Scully sitting beside him trying to coax him into eating chicken noodle soup. He had wanted to go back to work immediately, and so was pouting because the doctor had forced him to take two weeks off work. "Mulder, you need to keep up your strength," she had coerced. Then her already incredibly sexy alto dropped even lower to what he privately thought of as her bedroom voice when she added, "I have big plans for you when you're well." He didn't think he'd ever enjoyed chicken noodle soup with such relish before. And now he was feeling better. Had fought off a cigarette habit. Found a genie, learned what insanity living in a world without Scully in it was for about 45 minutes, and now she was here with him in his apartment. Safe, warm, healthy. Sitting next to him on the couch looking all cozy and impossibly womanly. He enjoyed the feeling of his body hardening as he watched her. She really didn't stand a chance. XXXXX He reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear as he said, "Are you still with me?" Scully smiled slightly, turned her head and rested it on the back of the couch as she studied him. She lazily trailed her eyes down his face to his mouth, then back up to his eyes. No doubt about it. Mulder was infinitely more pleasurable to look at than Bill Murray. Her voice was low and husky as she replied, "I think I've seen enough gophers to last me a lifetime, Mulder." "Never enough gophers, Scully," he said with a smile that actually showed teeth. They were in a rather intimate pose together on the couch. If she moved her face about six inches toward him she'd be able to find out if he tasted as good as she remembered. She could smell his cologne or aftershave. Whatever it was, it smelled like him, and she had the stray thought that he must have worn it for years, because it was something she instantly recognized. It gave her comfort and made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside to be this close to him, with his familiar smell wafting around her, the heat radiating off his body enveloping her in a cocoon. Scully was so relaxed that she closed her eyes, silently memorizing the way she felt at that moment, with a content smile on her face. "Are you sleepy?" Mulder asked softly, his voice seeming to have dropped an entire octave. She slowly opened her eyes and focused on his. "Not really. Just very, very comfortable. *And* relieved the movie's over." She added with a wicked grin. He continued to watch her for a moment. She knew he was thinking about something big, could almost hear the gears grinding in there. The VCR chose that moment to stop rewinding and the room suddenly became completely quiet. "What's on your mind, Mulder?" This brought a slightly wicked gleam to his eye. Uh oh, she should know better than to ask Mulder what he's thinking about when he's looking at her like he could cheerfully lick her from head to toe and back again. He leaned toward her a couple more inches, lifted his hand to trail a finger around the outside of her ear. "I want you to stay. Spend the night with me." The satisfied smile instantly disappeared from her face. She couldn't really say she was surprised. They had been dancing around and up to this particular point for weeks, even months now, after all. But she did seem to be in some mild state of shock. Her heart rate had suddenly sped up. Her eyes had shot to his and held there unblinking while she considered his request and all that it implied. He watched fascinated as her lips parted for her to draw in the oxygen that her body suddenly needed much more of than it was getting. "Spend the night," she repeated in a whisper. "Here." "You've slept here before, Scully." But they both knew that wasn't what he was asking of her. Mulder realized he had been holding his breath, so he exhaled in a long slow stream through his nose. The finger that had trailed around her ear came up to gently trace one of her eyebrows. "I didn't bring anything to sleep in," she mentioned inanely. He leered comically as he replied, "Clothing is optional, Scully. But if you insist, I could probably find you a t-shirt to sleep in." His voice was low and intimate, the one that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and her nipples perk up and pay attention. He could see in the liquid pool of her eyes how much she wanted this. And how nervous she was. He silently willed to her the mantra *Be brave, Scully. Be very, very brave.* "What ever happened to going slowly?" she asked breathlessly. He paused for a moment as he considered his answer. "I'm just not ready for you to leave yet, Scully. I'm not going to lie to you and say I wouldn't like to make love to you," he actually watched her pupils dilate at this admission. "But nothing's going to happen here tonight unless you want it to." He traced a fingertip delicately down the edge of her jaw to her chin. "I've waited seven years," he whispered. "I can wait as long as you need me to." He watched her as she mulled the weighty decision over in her more than adequate mind. Suddenly, she placed one hand on his knee and the other on the edge of the cushion beside her, pushed herself up and began walking toward his bathroom. His heart gave a little leap of victory when he heard her call to him, without even turning her head his way, "Find that t-shirt, Mulder." He grinned like a kid on Christmas morning. *Yes, ma'am.* XXXXX While Scully was in the bathroom, Mulder worked off nervous energy by cleaning up the popcorn bowl and beer bottles on the coffee table, putting the few dishes from the sink to the dishwasher and starting it, and straightening up the bed. He was proud and relieved to realize he had actually washed the sheets in the last week. He had conveniently forgotten about the t-shirt by the time she came out of the bathroom, her face scrubbed clean, freckles and mole showing in all their fresh glory. He gave her plenty of room in the hall to work her way toward the bedroom before he entered the bathroom himself. He had the brief thought that it must be love when he had to brush his teeth with a wet toothbrush, one which Scully had obviously just used, and he didn't have the slightest problem with it. He was only in the bathroom for couple of minutes, but he'd been gone long enough for her to root through his drawers and find a clean t-shirt, which she had brought to her nose and was smelling when he entered the bedroom. She quickly brought the shirt down to her side as if she had been caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "Is it okay if I wear this one?" she asked nervously. Mulder gave her a rueful smile before responding, "Remind me to burn all my t-shirts tomorrow, Scully." She just smiled smugly, then spent an uncalled for amount of time arranging the t-shirt on the edge of the bed. Mulder walked over and sat down on the bed by the t-shirt and looked at her patiently. One red eyebrow arched as she said, "Are you going to watch me change?" XXXXX His voice slid over her like a warm blanket when he responded, "Do you mind?" Did she mind? Mind wasn't exactly the right word. "Uncomfortable" was more like it. Yes, he had seen her naked before a couple of times, but never in this context. Now, he was sitting there on his bed two feet from her, looking into her eyes intently. She knew if she asked him to leave or turn his head he would, but the fact that he wanted to watch her made her feel so wanted, so womanly, that she made the decision to let him watch. She didn't say anything, just slowly began to unbutton her sweater starting with the top button, watching his face the entire time. From the moment she started unbuttoning, his eyes had dropped to watch the path her hands were taking. When she had finished undoing the last button, she paused and his eyes swung back up to hers. She just wanted to make sure he was still with her and not lost in some fantasy induced by one of those videos he didn't own. She slowly slid the sweater down her shoulders and off her arms and laid it on the bed next to the t-shirt. Mulder's eyes meandered their way down from her face, to her neck, to the delicateness of her collarbones, to the lacy, white pushup bra she was wearing. She spared a brief moment to thank God she had worn pretty underwear today. She could swear she felt her breasts swell until they might spill over their scant encasements as she watched him watching her. At this point, she might have chickened out or become offended if he had been ogling her or making light of this situation in any way. But he wasn't. He was looking at her with the same sense of awe and revelation that he reserved only for UFO's and missing-link forest women. She was brave, but she wasn't that brave, so she picked up the t- shirt and donned it over her bra. She avoided looking directly at him because she didn't want to see the pathetic little boy pout she was sure he was sporting right now. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and efficiently slid them down her legs and off, making sure the t-shirt came down over her panties before he could see them. She removed her socks and laid them on the bed with the sweater and jeans. When she chanced a glance his way, he was now looking at her legs. Another prayer of thanks went up that she had shaved that evening in the bath she took before coming to Mulder's apartment. When he realized she was watching him and not moving, Mulder's attention was brought back to her face. She could swear he was telepathically communicating to her a single thought...*the bra, Scully*. She brought her arms around behind her back and unsnapped her bra right through the t-shirt. Next she pulled one strap through one t-shirt sleeve and off that arm, then pulled the entire bra off and out through the other sleeve. When she was all done, she lifted the pile of clothes off the bed and moved them over to rest on top of his dresser. She had to let out a little chuckle when he said, "And I thought that bra trick was hot in Flashdance." She was standing at the end of the bed, looking at it like it was a huge lake she had to cross and she was trying to figure out all the currents and depths and safety factors involved. Finally, she looked directly at him and said, "Where do you want me?" XXXXX *Where do I want you, Scully? How about completely wrapped around me? Under me...on top? Come on, Scully, don't ask me such a loaded question.* He knew she realized instantly how her question sounded when he saw the flush that spread from her forehead to the nether regions below the neckline of the t-shirt. He had to smile. She was so adorable. "Come here," he lifted his hand to her. She came around the bed to stand directly in front of him and take his hand. Her hand was slightly cold. He knew she was nervous--she fairly oozed it from every pore. He'd have to see what he could do about warming her up, in more ways than one. He'd been hard as a rock since she had started on the first button. She had a lot of catching up to do. He parted his feet on the floor a little more to make room for her to stand between his thighs and gently pulled her to within an inch of his body. He wrapped his hands around her hips, laid his head against her ribcage and whispered, "Thank you." He felt the quick rush of air that she exhaled stir the hair on his head before she splayed the fingers of both hands gently against his scalp. He looked up at her and she tilted her chin down to look him squarely in the eyes, one eyebrow slightly raised of course. If he read her expression correctly, which he almost always could, she was wordlessly saying, 'Well, now what are you going to do with me?' He lightly and slowly trailed the fingertips of one hand down her hip to the back of her thigh, then lower still to the back of her knee. The blood in his veins surged in a last ditch effort to fill his erection even more when he felt her shiver. He wrapped his hand around the back of her knee and began to gently pull her leg up and over his. She had to place her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance. She didn't put up a single protest when he brought his other hand to the back of her other knee, silently suggesting that that leg be brought up too so she could straddle his lap. He was elated when she complied without protest and he found his lap full of Scully, up close, warm, open. Most definitely open. "This is very....intimate," she said breathlessly as she looked down at herself spread-eagled on his lap. He looked down too, couldn't have stopped himself from looking if a little gray alien had suddenly appeared right next to him and asked him to go for a ride. The t-shirt had ridden up her thighs by necessity. He couldn't actually see her panties, had yet to see them so far at all, as a matter of fact, but he knew they were less than an inch beyond the now scandalously high hem of the t-shirt. When he finally brought his eyes back up to her face, he saw that she was smirking. She knew what kind of effect she had on him, and she loved it. God this was going to be so good. He could smell her. The perfume she sometimes wore that never failed to bring him to attention at a mere whiff. Her breath, which was always sweet to him, mingled with the mint from his toothpaste that she had pilfered. And underneath it all, the heady smell of woman, opened to him like a gift. Combined, it was completely intoxicating and he had to mentally snap his brain back to attention so he could focus on how to get closer to the tantalizing flesh sitting so sweetly in his lap. By now, his erection had caught the scent too, and its head was attempting to peek out of his underwear, still covered by his pants, trying to spot the prey it had sensed was coming near. *Down boy*, he mentally chastised. He looked down at her thighs, spread for him, so white and soft. Utterly irresistible. He brought both of his hands down, one on each perfect thigh, and slowly stroked his palms up and around her hips, bringing them to rest on her rear. Then he looked into her eyes as he slowly pulled her across his lap toward him, not stopping until he brought her right up against his erection. She had been holding her breath from the moment he had touched her thighs, and had stiffened at the point of contact. Now, he felt her consciously relax her body against him, which made her slide down against his raging hard on in a sinfully delicious way. He inhaled the sharp sigh she let out at the friction of hard against soft. With his hands still holding each side of her rear, he brought his lips to within an inch of hers and answered her earlier innocent yet loaded query. "*This* is where I want you." XXXXX Scully could hardly stand all the stimulation. His hands were on her ass. Her thighs were spread about as wide as they could possibly get to accommodate him, and between said thighs, the center of her was pressed up against his very impressive, very hard erection. She was pretty much overwhelmed--the smell of him, the feel of him, the vulnerability of her current position-- she knew she had very little control of her own actions anymore. Mulder was playing her like an instrument, and they both knew she would sing as sweetly or as loudly as he wanted. She was hardly aware that she had raised her hips once more against him until she felt the sharp tingle of impending orgasm on her way back down. He moaned an anguished, "Scully," against her collarbone and she felt his fingers flex into her backside as he tensed up. She started to raise herself against him again, she had to feel that again, had to hear him moan again, but before she could move more than an inch, his hands had wrapped around her hips and he held her still against him as he breathed heavily against her. He brought his mouth up to her ear, and in the lowest, harshest voice she had ever heard come out of his mouth said, "Scully, if you keep doing that, I'm going to embarrass myself." She was already violently aroused, slippery wet, and he hadn't even kissed her yet. Really had barely even touched her. She willed her body to calm down. *Relax, slow down, relax, slow down*. It became a mantra in her head. He began to stroke her back with both hands under the t-shirt. She buried her head in his neck as he lulled her with the new sensation of feeling his skin against her skin. Slowly, her breathing became less erratic, and she relaxed again in his lap, her head on his shoulder and her mound pressed snugly against him. When she felt his thumbs stroke down her sides from her armpits to her waist, dangerously close to the sides of her breasts, she let out a little shiver. "Are you cold?" he whispered softly in her ear. Her nose was still against his neck, so she just shook her head. "Good. Then I guess we won't be needing this." He began to lift the hem of the t-shirt up, over her hips, under her arms, and she automatically lifted her head and raised her arms so that he could remove the shirt the rest of the way. Her arms came back down to her sides as he tossed the t-shirt into some dark corner of the bedroom. He didn't immediately drop his gaze to look at her body, though. Instead he looked straight into her eyes, gauging her reaction to being bared before him. She was self-conscious about the size of her breasts. Based on the women he had been with in the past she knew that larger breasts must be his preference. But she was confident enough in the way he felt about her to be brave enough to go on. She didn't cover herself up with her arms, she didn't say a word, but she did return his look with a slight tilting up of one side of her mouth and, of course, she raised one eyebrow. It was a challenge, to be sure. Thank God Mulder never backed down from a challenge. XXXXX Mulder gave her a few seconds to flee, but when she quirked her mouth and sent him that look, he knew he'd been given the green light to look and touch to his heart's content. It was all he could do not to lick his chops and rub his hands together with greedy glee. But he was determined to take this slowly. He was a starved man who had been offered a feast, but he wasn't about to gobble it all down in one bite. He was going to savor this. His heated gaze began a languid exploration of all the skin he could see. He started with her neck, which he had seen countless times but still held endless fascination for him. It was so smooth and white, so graceful. He unconsciously pulled the side of his lower lip between his teeth as he fantasized about nibbling on her beautiful neck. But there would be time for that later, and just now he had further terrain to discover. He reached out one finger to gently trace her collarbone from shoulder to shoulder, amazed at how delicately she was built, how incredibly small-boned she was. When his finger traced over a scar on her shoulder he brought his finger to his lips, kissed it, then pressed that finger-kiss into the scar. She laid her hand over his idle one that was resting on her thigh and squeezed it to thank him. He brought that hand up to his lips, looked into her eyes as he tenderly kissed her palm, and placed her hand back on her thigh. Then he put both of his hands on her hips at the top edge of her panties. He slowly smoothed his palms up her sides until his thumbs rested just under her breasts. He took a moment to tease them both by caressing his thumbs up the undersides of her breasts, on a direct path to, but not quite reaching, her nipples before skimming them back down to rest underneath. He then brought his hands around so that his thumbs came together on her breastbone and trailed them down her torso. He stopped when he reached a scar that was still faintly pink right in the center of her stomach. A brief look of pain crossed over his face as he remembered the bastard who had been assigned to watch her back and instead had ended up shooting her at close range and almost killed her. He snapped out of his dark reverie when he felt her fingers splay through his hair in an effort to comfort him. He continued down, stopping next at her belly button, one of his thumbs dipping inside, then swirling around it. That same thumb then swooped down to the ultra soft skin between her belly button and the top of her lacy white bikini underwear and stroked back and forth several times. His reward for being so bold was Scully curling one hand around his neck to bring his forehead to hers as she raised and lowered her hips against him and exhaled a breathy, "Mulder," against his lips. He wrapped an arm around her hips in an attempt to keep her from rubbing up against him like a cat again. God, she made him feel like he could crush steel with his bare hands. He gently captured her upper lip between his own and ran his tongue slowly just inside her upper lip from corner to corner. He carefully schooled his voice not to sound harsh or commanding, but what he said next ended up coming out deep and slightly commanding anyway. "Lean back and put your hands on my knees, Scully," he said against her open mouth. XXXXX It took her a few seconds to mentally process his request, then a few more seconds to decide whether she wanted to make herself even more vulnerable to him than she already was. She did once again what she had been doing periodically since he had asked her to stay the night. She looked into his eyes, reconnecting with him, reminding herself that this was Mulder, the person she trusted most in this world. So she did as he asked, bringing her arms behind her and leaning back slightly to rest her hands on his knees. She watched as his eyes raked over her, finally, finally settling on her breasts, which he'd had yet to directly look at since he'd bared them by removing her t-shirt. Her back involuntarily arched a bit under the heat of his gaze. Her breasts felt so full, so round, and her nipples had been hard and sensitized for so long that she was becoming afraid it might hurt if he ever actually touched them. He reached both hands around her to place his fingertips on her lower back, and raised his eyes to hers. The color of his eyes, usually hard to pin down, was definitely a smoky green. Scully had come to the conclusion over the years that when his eyes looked mostly green, he was at his happiest. "You're so beautiful," he breathed in reverence. She valiantly blinked back tears and swallowed down more emotion than she could be expected to handle. The way he was looking at her made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the universe. Goose bumps broke out all over her body and she squirmed a bit as he began to stroke his fingers up her back in a feather soft touch. At the same time he began to lean toward her. A corner of his mouth hitched up as he realized she was ticklish on her back. "No wiggling," he instructed in a mock-stern voice, and she instantly tamed her wiggling to a mere tremble. When his fingers had skimmed up to her shoulder blades and his mouth was within inches of her breasts, he looked down, then lowered his mouth over a pebbled nipple. The breath expelled out of her body in a rush and she began that erratic breathing thing all over again. She could feel his tongue swirling around and stroking her nipple and it was sending electric shock waves through her body. She hadn't had this kind of a response in her breasts since high school. She had sadly chalked it up to some elusive grand sensation only virgins get to experience because no one had ever made her feel it since. Until Mulder. She should have known he would be talented with that tongue. God knows he certainly exercised it enough--talking incessantly, sucking on seeds, gnawing pencils, you name it. He had brought one arm down her back to still her hips, which had started grinding against him again. The other hand had come around to her side underneath her arm to stroke the outside of the breast he had been neglecting. When he lightly trailed his fingertips across that nipple, her hips shoved against him forcefully enough to generate some much sought after friction and they moaned in unison. His grip around her hips tightened, and he stopped tonguing her long enough to drop his forehead to her breast and plea with her, "I'm barely in control here, Scully. Have a little mercy." Her hips stilled again and he then went back to playing, this time with the other breast. The hand that was now free began to stroke down her stomach, his thumb again getting distracted with her belly button. He left his hand there, thumb moving in and out of her navel, mimicking the age-old dance that both their bodies were prepared for and desperate to enact. She was still trembling and squirming against him as much as he would let her, and the abdomen muscles under his hand were working overtime. He continued laving her nipples, occasionally kissing and licking around them or nibbling a path from one to the other. She was becoming desperate to touch him, but in this position she really couldn't touch him since her hands had to support her at this angle. She spared a brief moment to lament the fact that he still had his shirt on so she couldn't even rub her stomach against his. She appeased herself with the thought that, at the rate they were going, they would probably be at this for a long time and there would be plenty of opportunity to run her hands all over his gorgeous body later. She hadn't realized his hand had been on the move until she felt his thumb dip inside the top of her underwear. He was caressing her skin, just above her triangle of hair, and suddenly she was very aware of that hand. Mulder must have sensed that she had become preoccupied with the happenings down below because he had stopped toying with her breasts and was now sitting up watching her with eyes turned dark gray with desire. His thumb was slow but relentless, stroking just a tad lower each time it made a sweep. He had reached the top of her auburn curls. It suddenly hit Scully just how monumental this moment was. For some reason it was okay for him to touch her everywhere else, but for him to touch her here was so intimate it took her breath away. Once again, she tried to look into his eyes and see her Mulder, reconnect with him. But he chose that moment to finally sweep his thumb across the slickness over her clit, and she was instantly, completely lost. She was dimly aware that she moaned a husky, "Oh, God," then she allowed her head to drop back and submitted to his ministrations. XXXXX *Jesus H. Christ*. She was so damned hot and wet it was making his head spin. Who the hell's bright idea was it to take this slowly, anyway? Most of his hand was inside her underwear, his thumb alternately stroking her clit and sliding down to burrow inside her, which is exactly what his rock hard cock was begging to do. But, God, she was beautiful, all spread out on display before him, basically letting him have his way with her. He had fantasized about this at least a thousand times, but it hadn't come close to preparing him the reality of it. Her creamy soft body flushed pink with arousal. Her nipples rock hard and pointing right at him. Her smooth white thighs clenched around him. And here, at the center of her, she was hot and swollen, smelling like one hundred percent woman, slick and wet in total readiness to receive him. She really was a feast, and he was really trying to savor. Honest, he was. But it was hard not to give in to his baser needs, bury himself deep inside her, and pound against her until they both forgot their own names. She was moaning now and he was unable to keep her writhing hips still while he was concentrating on her response, so he was just gritting his teeth and bearing it while he stroked her torso and breasts with his free hand and allowed her free rein to move as she pleased. And move she did, right up against him, the crotch of her panties saturated, stroking him rhythmically into insanity. Then her movements slowed and her body had tensed up, drawn tight like a bow. She was concentrating on her approaching release, and he suddenly had the urge to taste her, to really taste her. Although he had high hopes about a repeat performance in the future, he wasn't positive he'd ever be here again, so he had to memorize her own unique flavor so that he could draw on it during future fantasies. Also, he wasn't sure if she was the kind of woman who could orgasm more than once during love-making, and he was determined to feel her come apart with himself buried deep inside of her at least once in his lifetime. He stilled the movements of his thumb against her clit and she whimpered and brought her head up to look at him in shock. "Easy, Scully," he gentled her. He soothingly caressed her stomach and sides in an effort to calm the raging going on inside. He wrapped an arm around her to pull her to him and brought his mouth to hers in a deep kiss that was a promise of pleasures yet to come. While he kissed her, he rose and turned to lay her down on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. When she began to pull at his shirt, he broke the kiss and allowed her to whisk it off over his head and send it flying to the floor. She pulled his face back down to hers and whispered urgently against his mouth, "Mulder...". He didn't give her a chance to finish her thought. He dragged his tongue across her lower lip. "I want to taste you," he whispered into her open mouth as he slowly peeled her panties down and off her body. His intentions became clear when he parted her legs at the end of the bed with one of his knees and began to retreat down her body. Instantly she tensed, pulled him back up to her and began her protest, her voice raspy with unsuppressed desire, "No, Mulder. I don't need that." Her hands shot down to the waistband of his pants. He grabbed her hands in one of his and slowly pulled them up over her head to rest against the mattress. "I do," he said as he leaned over her. "I need to taste you." She studied him, his eyes intently focused on hers, his expression gentle yet determined as he silently willed her to allow him to do this. When she finally whispered, "Okay," both his heart and his cock heaved in a surge of gratitude, and a wide and wicked smile spread across his face. He reached over to snag a pillow and released her hands as he placed it under her head. "So you can watch if you want," he quietly explained. His grin made a reappearance when he noticed the sudden blush that spread from her forehead to her chest. "I'll be bock," he teased in his best Schwartzenegger imitation, then his smile transformed into the look of a predator as he crawled his way down her body to kneel on the floor between her legs. She squirmed a little as he began kissing and nibbling his way up the inside of one of her thighs. Her scent was strong now, and it was drawing him like the scent of fresh clean water draws a man who has been lost in the desert for forty days. His hand rose to caress up the other thigh, stroking up and around her pelvic bone area and coming to rest on her lower belly just brushing her delicate curls. He kissed his way to her juncture, around the perimeter of her triangle of auburn curls, and then buried his nose against her and took in her very essence in one long inhalation. He paused for a moment and shuddered, struggling to regain control, before breathing, "Scullleee," in a hot rush of reverence against her core. XXXXX When he sighed her name against her flesh, Scully swam through the fog around her brain to bring her head up and watch him. He raised his head to look at her and she almost whimpered at the fierce passion in his eyes. If she didn't know better, she would say he looked drugged--eyelids drooping, jawline tense, pupils dilated so that his eyes looked almost black in the dim lighting from the bedside lamp. He held her gaze as he lowered his mouth to her opening, his tongue snaking down to take his first sample of her. Her head dropped back to the pillow and her back arched as she moaned, "Ohmigod," at the first touch of his tongue to her. He very slowly dragged it up her center to stop at her clit and circle lazily around it once before retracting his tongue back to his beautiful mouth to discover her taste. "Delicious," he mumbled against her as he went back down for more. Her restless hands were now buried in his hair, alternately stroking and fisting handfuls as she writhed beneath his attentions. The storm was building within her again and she felt powerless to stop it. She was completely at his mercy. *He owns me* was a distant thought in her head. He continued to lick and nibble on her as he brought one index finger up to circle around her opening, sliding in the hot juices he had summoned from her body. She was so hot, so swollen, so....God, so *horny*. If he would just stick with any one spot down there for about five seconds she knew she could shoot off like a rocket, but he continued to unhurriedly sample her everywhere, teasing her to the point where she was about to beg. When he slowly dipped his index finger inside her up to the second knuckle, her back bowed and she moaned out loud. "More. Please, Mulder. More," she pleaded huskily. With his finger still inside of her, he grew still. His other hand had slid under her to grasp her one of her buttocks, and she felt the fingers of that hand tense and begin to dig into her flesh slightly. He laid his forehead against her curls in worship and breathed several deep but unsteady breaths against her in an obvious attempt to regain a semblance of control. She was breathing rather shallowly herself. She tugged slightly on his hair to get his attention. She had to bite her own finger to keep from crying out as he rewarded her by slowly withdrawing his finger, circling slickly around her opening once more with that finger, then rising to stand above her. His focus was so intent on her that she felt like she was being hunted. She would never in a million years admit what a primitive thrill she got out of feeling like his prey. He was just staring at her, right into her eyes, as if he was waiting for her to say something so he could go on. She raised up onto her elbows, thinking that she might have to speak to him to snap him out of his reverie, but he chose at that moment to place one of his knees on the bed beside her thigh, reach behind her to snag the pillow and toss it away, and wrap an arm underneath her hips to lift her and drag her more fully onto the bed. She rose up onto an elbow to watch as he began to drag his pants and boxers down his body and off to land in a heap on the floor. *Okay, this is it*, she thought with only a small amount of panic. *The main event. The big one. Literally.* She had known that he was proportionate all over, she *had* seen him naked a couple of times. She'd even caught a few glimpses of a hidden erection over the years. But she'd never seen him both naked and erect at the same time, and the combination was...well, it was downright captivating. God he was magnificent, the most beautiful man she had ever seen. And he was hers, at least for now. She would worry about more permanent arrangements later. Just now, he was looking at her with such love and desire in his eyes that she was certain she had been singed by the heat. He was crawling up to settle his body gently over hers, covering her in a living blanket of warmth. They both took a moment to relish the new sensation of full body contact, skin against skin everywhere, from head to...well, toes in her case, shins in his. He was rock hard against her softness and was trembling with the effort to not immediately start moving against her. He gave her a small appreciative smile when she parted her legs to accommodate him better and wrapped them around his so that her heels could settle against the backs of his calves. "Mulder, your feet are hanging off the bed," she gently admonished him, as if he didn't already know that. With a wicked leer, he responded, "Scully, in a few minutes, I'm going to be buried so deeply inside of you that I won't even know or care what feet are." *Ohhhkaayy*. XXXXX Her mouth popped open in surprise at his audacity and his smile grew to a full-fledged grin when he realized he had rendered her speechless. She was so cute when she was off balance. Then it was his turn to be off balance when her expression changed to naughty and sensual as she sighed, "Promises, promises." *Christ, she was going to kill him before this was over.* He brought his forehead down to rest next to her head on the pillow as he released a soft chuckle. There was a moment of silence while they both adjusted to the enormity of what was about to happen. "This is so profound a moment that I can hardly wrap my brain around it," he mumbled into the pillow next to her ear. She turned her head to nuzzle her nose into his ear and saucily replied, "That's probably because there's no blood left in your head to operate your brain, Mulder." Goosebumps zigzagged their way down his spine and he chuckled again into the pillow. Just to remind her who was in charge here, he flexed his hips against her, reveling in her sharp intake of breath in reaction. He raised his head to look at her. He could see so much love in her eyes that it instantly sobered him. "Are you ready for this?" he whispered, studying her face for any signs of apprehension during this last moment before takeoff. She had caught the serious mood too, and her eyes were glittering pools of sapphire as she told him without words that she was touched by his concern. She curled a hand around the back of his neck and slowly nodded as she whispered, "I'm ready." His eyes dropped to her lips briefly before returning to her loving gaze. "You know how I feel about you, don't you?" She graced him with that tender smile she seemed to reserve only for him, and smoothed the hair back from his forehead in a gesture that he had long ago equated with a declaration of love from her. Then she brought that hand to lie against the side of his face as she tenderly stroked his eyebrow with her thumb. "I know, Mulder," she whispered. "I know." He lowered his lips to hers in the most exquisite of kisses, his heart near to bursting as he wordlessly professed his love for her in the only way he currently would allow himself. She responded whole-heartedly, making love to his mouth like he had never felt before from anyone. The feel of her tongue tangling so sensually with his had caused his erection once again to start throbbing impatiently. He gently broke the kiss and raised his hips away from her a couple of inches. His eyes never left hers as he placed a hand on the inside of her thigh behind her knee and drew her leg further up and out to open her more fully to him. She brought her other leg up into the same position of her own accord. Still focusing intently on her shimmering blue gaze, he lowered himself until his tip was gently probing at her slick entrance. God, she felt like his own private Heaven, all slippery and hot and ready for him. His eyelids dropped closed involuntarily when a wave of tenderness rushed over him and brought tears to his eyes and left him trembling. He felt her hands smooth down his shoulder blades and he opened his eyes to once again gauge her reaction. She looked so beautiful, so sensual, with a look of serenity on her face and her mouth parted to draw in unsteady puffs of air. He was in such awe of her. He linked the fingers of both his hands with hers and brought their joined hands up to rest beside her face. Then he began to enter her. Slowly. So slowly. Carefully watching her for any signs that she might be uncomfortable. She was incredibly tight and so small all over that he had to wonder if he might be hurting her. He didn't think he was really huge, it's just that he *was* a much bigger person than she was. So far she seemed to be doing okay. She was gripping his hands like a lifeline, but he was pretty sure she wasn't even aware of it. When he reached about three quarters of the way into her, her eyes rolled back into her head as she moaned, "OhMyGod." Her fingers flexed open between his as she adjusted her hips a little. He had stopped moving and could feel her trying to relax around him. He couldn't tell if she was in extreme pleasure or pain. He only knew that she was gripping him like a vise and it was all he could do not to forcefully bury himself deep inside her. It must have dawned on her that he had stopped moving and was waiting for her because she raised her head off the bed to suck his lower lip into her mouth and bite it. Here husky demand for, "More," almost sent him over the edge. He let go of her hands and moved his to cradle each side of her head as he slowly buried himself the rest of the way inside her. Her muscles were rock hard with tension, and he could swear he could feel her heartbeat all around his cock, rhythmically stroking him until he thought he might burst. He remained still, buried to the hilt, as he lowered his forehead to hers and breathed heavily against her. "Are you with me, Scully?" he rasped. No answer, but he could feel her once again relaxing around him, becoming accustomed to the invasion he brought upon her. "Scully?" Her eyes opened, and he was stunned by how dilated her pupils were. A complete look of contentment washed over her features and she smiled that sweet little Mona Lisa smile. "I'm so with you, Mulder." He raised his head to smile approvingly at her. What a trooper. He leaned down to gently bite her earlobe, then lick the spot in apology. He grinned against her ear as he said, in his best suggestive 70's swinger voice, "Well then, let's get it on." XXXXX She let out a throaty laugh at his comment, then sucked in a sharp breath when he raised his head to watch her as he withdrew halfway and slowly plunged back inside her. She had never felt so full, so complete in her life. So far, this was so much better than she had ever imagined it, and she was feeling a little giddy at the enormity of it all. She flashed him a wicked grin as she flexed and gripped her internal muscles around him once, and was rewarded with a sharp hiss from him. "I'm not going to last five seconds if you continue to do that, Scully," he warned against her parted lips. She snaked a tongue inside his mouth to stroke around the inside of his upper lip. "Just making sure you're paying attention, Mulder," she informed him cheekily. He raised his head and his eyes were glittering with mirth and appreciation as he replied, "Believe me, Scully. You have my complete, undivided attention at this moment." Then he began to move inside of her in an agonizingly slow rhythm and her light mood disappeared under the assault of the sensation of being possessed by him. The fever deep inside her core was getting hotter and hotter. Most of the time, she couldn't keep her eyes open, the pleasure was too intense. But occasionally she would open her eyes to seek him out, and he was always right above her, watching her reactions, moving against her and into her in relentless pursuit of mutual ecstasy. She tried to speed him up, frantically running her hands over his back and down to his buttocks to grip and pull. But he was having none of that nonsense. He made it very clear that at least for this moment, he was driving, so she settled in to enjoy the ride. He placed his hand on one of her knees and raised her leg to rest against her body. *Oh, God. Yes, Mulder, there.* That must be her g-spot. She had read so much about it, but hadn't thought that hers was very sensitive because she had never felt it before. But, oh, this was definitely it. On every downstroke he was literally taking her breath away by rubbing against that magical, elusive spot. And he was pressing against her cervix at the end of every thrust, the timing of which was still maddeningly slow and hypnotic. She reasoned that it didn't matter how fast they went, because whatever he was doing was working just fine. She had begun to moan in time with his movements, mostly saying things like "Mmm" or "Yessss" or "Mulderrr", to which he responded, "I'm here, Scully. I'm with you." He brought her other leg up and braced his arms behind both her knees to help support her new position, then began to plunge with a little more urgency and more forcefully into her. He began to end each thrust with a little twist of his hips that effectively ground against her clit in a wholly captivating way. It was too overwhelming. It was torture. It was like being tickled to death. She didn't know if she wanted him to stop or to go on forever. She raised her lids enough for a sliver of vision to peek through, which was all her over-sensitized body was willing to allow her, and saw him still watching her, his lower lip between his teeth in concentration, gracefully pumping against her for all he was worth. She forced her eyes to open a little more and began to run her palms up the sides of his face, to his temples, through his hair, restlessly roaming around his ears to his throat then up again to his cheeks. He leaned on one elbow as he continued pounding into her, and raised his hand to bring one of her palms to his mouth, in the center of which he placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss. She turned her hand over and gently gripped his jaw and chin as she ran her index finger along his lips until he opened up and let her finger inside. The feeling of him sucking on her finger brought her dangerously close to the edge. She could feel her body readying for release under his heated gaze. He continued to suck her finger while her body went still and quiet and rigid underneath his. She could feel it coming. God, it was going to be huge. A few more strokes and she was going to come apart. Stroke one. She curled a hand around his neck and brought his mouth down to hers. Stroke two. She snaked her tongue out to capture his in a short but heated dance. Stroke three. She breathed, "Don't stop," against his parted panting lips. Stroke four. Her back arched high and she ground her hips against his. "Oh, God....Mulder," dragged out of her throat and she sailed right over the edge of the cliff. XXXXX *Jesus H. Christ.* He ground his teeth together in a valiant effort not to explode deep inside of her. The first clenching of her body around his rock-hard cock nearly sent him over the edge with her. He watched her face as she came apart all around him. She looked like she was in intense pain, but he knew by her throaty moans and the way she was twisting against him that she was having one hell of an orgasm. He knew he would hear her crying out to God and "Mull...Mulda" (which he assumed referred to himself) in his dreams for the rest of his life. Her internal muscles were gripping him over and over for all he was worth. It felt like she was trying to suck his very soul right out through his groin. Christ, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He took mental snapshots of her in all her glory before he began to feel himself start to slide under with her. He couldn't fight it anymore, didn't want to. She was still coming hard on him, and he could feel his own impending release start to gather in the base of his spine. He could hear his blood pounding in his head as well as feel it in his erection. He continued to grind against her, prolonging her climax and rushing his own along as well. He knew one or two more strokes and it was a done deal. He buried his face into her neck and wasn't even aware that he bit her not-so-gently as he felt his cock fill in a heated rush. One more stroke and he was there, shouting out her name into her neck with the first spurt of his seed deep into her body. Her walls continued to milk him, and he shuddered violently as wave after wave of scalding fluid burst from his body to be received by hers. He was moaning nonsense into her neck by now in his delirium. He distantly felt her legs wrap around his hips and her arms rise to enclose him in a tight embrace while he repeatedly spilled himself into her. After a few more seconds of unimaginable pleasure, the storm was over and he was left trembling. He slumped against her, panting into the pillow in an attempt to draw in oxygen for his overtaxed body. He turned his head more toward Scully's on the pillow to allow himself more fresh air. He could hear her labored breathing next to him. He tried to tell her that he would get off her and let her breathe in just a minute if she could wait that long. It came out sounding something like, "Jushaminuhscull." So he gave up and surrendered to the complete and utter bliss of lying spent wrapped in Scully's warm embrace. XXXXX Lying underneath him, wrapped around him, Scully's heart was filled to overflowing with such all-encompassing love that it brought tears to her eyes. Her breathing had returned to mostly normal, although occasionally she would have a flash back to Mulder riding her through the most incredible orgasm of her entire life and her breath would give a little hitch and her internal muscles would contract around him. She lowered her legs, which had become stiff, and began to stroke his back while he regained awareness of his surroundings. "I think I just ruptured something," he stated lazily next to her ear. She had to let out a little chuckle at that and she felt his rapidly shrinking penis start to slip out of her a little bit. He raised his head to look at her, and said, "Ah oh. I think Elvis has left the building, Scully." This earned him a quick grin in sympathy. "Ahhh. But he put on quite a show, didn't he," she teased. His mouth swooped down to hers for a quick but tender kiss before he withdrew and rolled off her to lie on his back beside her. She turned sideways to try to minimize the wet spot on the comforter and snuggled up against his side with his arm around her. Her body was so relaxed that she knew it was only a matter of minutes before sleep dragged her under. She started to rise from the bed to go clean up but he brought her back down with a hand on her arm. "Stay here. I'll go get something." So she waited in his bed, lying naked on top of the comforter. He returned after a few seconds with a warm wet washcloth and sat down on the bed beside her hips. She was slightly embarrassed when she realized his intentions and unconsciously scissored her legs together. Hazel eyes met blue, and he gently ordered, "Open up for me, Scully." They had a battle of wills for a moment before she relented simply because she was too tired and satisfied to protest. She laid back on the pillows, parted her thighs enough to give him access, and allowed him to slowly and gently clean her up. He got up to take the washcloth back to the bathroom and returned with a glass of water for her, which she drank from greedily. All that heavy breathing sure could sure make a girl parched. She had watched him walk around naked and un-self-conscious throughout the whole washcloth/water exercise. In a way, this seemed almost as intimate as making love did earlier. Suddenly she had the right and the privilege to view his body in all its masculinity. He was built so beautifully. It should be a crime to make a grown woman work with such a specimen for seven years without ever getting to play with him. He pulled back the covers and she scooted under them before he crawled in beside her. He set his alarm for work the following morning, then turned off the lamp and snuggled down next to her. They lay facing each other on a pillow, legs entwined, his arm underneath her head. He raised his hand so that he could tuck a curl behind her ear. "We're okay with this, aren't we?" She had to smile at his insecurity. "I can't speak for you, Mulder, but I'm *very* okay with this." His teeth flashed against the dark in a grin. "Yeah. Me too." He brought his mouth to hers in a sweet, post-coital goodnight kiss. She released a contented and sleepy sigh. His voice was soft when he confessed, "I know I've never told you this, Scully, but I think you're the most incredibly beautiful, amazing woman on Earth." Her heart skipped a beat at this admission, which meant so much to her that it brought tears to her eyes. She gave him one more sweet kiss to thank him, then grinned as she informed him, "Hmmm. And it only took you seven years to figure it out." He just chuckled softly, then tucked her head into the crook of his arm. "Go to sleep, Scully," he ordered. And they both succumbed to the deep slumber of the truly exhausted and satisfied. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Continued in part 3