Part 4
Saturday evening - 6:30 pm
Fox Mulder's apartment

She stood in the hallway, staring up at the number 42
on Mulder's door as if it could give her all the
answers she sought . . . if she just waited long
enough.

Scully rocked back and forth on her heels, trying to
steady her nerves.  She hadn't planned on being at
Mulder's doorstep.  After he'd left so abruptly the
previous night, Scully had numbly found her way to
bed, lying awake on top of the covers for quite some
time.  She woke up in the same position, fully
dressed, some ten hours later.  And things were no
clearer than they had been when she'd fallen asleep. 
She spent the rest of the morning in a half daze,
wondering if it had all been just a wild dream.  But
the memory of Mulder's mouth, of his lips and tongue
everywhere - and of him inside her - told her
otherwise.

Damn him.  Leave it to Mulder to probe, to push, to
force her to face what she desperately wanted to
ignore.  She'd given serious thought to calling
Skinner and requesting some time off, and then just
disappearing for a while.  But she couldn't bring
herself to do it.  She couldn't just . . . abandon him
like that.  It wouldn't make things any better, or
easier. She was going to have to go to him.  He'd left
the ball in her court.  Damn damn damn.

Ah well.  Better to just face him now, before
returning to work, and set things straight.  Now the
trick was figuring out how to do just that.  So here
she was.  Scully pulled in a deep breath and raised
her hand to knock, when the door opened.

"Scully."  Mulder stood there in sweats and a T-shirt,
looking somewhat rumpled, as if he'd just woken up.  

"Mulder."  She let her hand drop back at her side.

"I uh . . . I was just going to get something to
drink."  She nodded.  He let go of the door and leaned
against the jamb.  "I'm glad you stopped by."

"I wasn't sure if you'd be here."

"You could've called."

"Yeah . . . well."  They stood in silence for a few
moments, Scully looking everywhere but at him.

"So . . . come in."  Mulder stepped back and waited
for her to pass.  

"Are you sure this is a good - "

"Come in, Scully."  She walked past him and stepped
into his living room, eyeing the scene.   TV on.  Of
course.  Beer bottle on the coffee table.  Empty, no
doubt.  Couch with a blanket bunched up on the far
end.  So apparently he hadn't done much with his day
either.  Scully turned as he came up behind her,
rubbing a hand through his hair.

She gave him a small smile.  "Been sleeping the day
away?"

"Uh . . . the opposite, actually.  I was trying to
*get* some sleep."  Mulder reached for the remote and
muted the TV.  "Thought a few more beers might do the
trick."

Her brow furrowed.  "Did you sleep last night?"

"Did you?" he replied softly.  She chose to ignore
that.

"Mulder, I . . . I thought we should . . ."

"Talk?"  She looked up, expecting to see sarcasm
written all over his face, but found him simply
looking at her calmly.

"Yeah."

Mulder nodded.  "Why don't you make yourself
comfortable.  I'll get those beers; we might need
'em."  As he stepped outside the apartment, Scully
glanced around some more, looking at everything and at
nothing.  Finally, she sank down onto his couch and
sat in the silence.  Reaching out for Mulder's
blanket, Scully piled it onto her lap, tracing the
patterns with her finger.  Then she brought it to her
nose and breathed in.  It smelled of him.  Of his
skin, his soap, his aftershave of the previous day. 
It was oddly comforting.  Scully leaned back and
draped the blanket over her, effectively wrapping
herself in him.  She sighed and wondered for the
hundredth time what she was going to say.

She didn't want their partnership to end, she knew
that.  And she wasn't angry anymore . . . well, not
really.  She was resigned.  Resigned to the fact that,
no matter how she wished otherwise, things would
change.  There would always be the memory between
them.  She couldn't erase that.  But how would they
move on?  Would they be able to work together as they
had before?  Would there always be awkwardness?  Would
he resent her, avoid her, end up hating her?  Or she
him?  The mere thought of that made her heart twist
painfully.  

It would be all too easy to give in, just as she had
last night.  All too easy to let her heart - and, to
be honest, her body - lead the way.  But she just
couldn't let that happen.  Not again.  Now if only she
could get Mulder to accept that.  That it was better
this way.  For their partnership.  For their
friendship.

She'd been telling herself that all day.  It felt like
the right decision.  So why, sitting on his couch and
wrapped in his smell, did the words suddenly sound so
hollow?

"It's ok to feel it, Scully."  His words from the
previous night stayed with her, and yet could not
reach her.  Not quite.  For if it was ok, then she
would have to admit . . . no.  She shifted
uncomfortably as she saw him standing before her,
heard his voice coming at her again in whispers:
"You've never watched anyone do it before. . . .  I
think you liked watching someone get fucked . . . and
then begging to get fucked yourself."

Scully tossed the blanket aside and stood, more
nervous than when she had been standing outside the
door.  She began to pace, wishing Mulder would hurry
up and get back so they could get it over with and she
could go home and be miserable by herself.  Turning on
her heel, Scully was on her fifth march across the
living room when she stopped in mid-step.  A doorway
had caught her attention, one she'd never walked
through, and she realized what it must be.  Mulder's
bedroom.

She'd never been in there, of course.  She wasn't even
sure that he had one.  But the door was open, and it
was too much of a mystery for her to resist.  She
walked over, peered in . . . and stood there in
surprise.  She wasn't sure what she had expected to
see.  Clothes thrown everywhere, maybe, or reports
strewn about.  But there was nothing out of place. 
Not a thing.  It was if he never used the room . . .
which was probably quite close to the truth.  It
saddened her. 

Her gaze halted at the neatly made bed.  As she stood
there, she found herself imagining what Mulder would
look like under the covers, sprawled across the
mattress in sleep.  She pictured him without a shirt
and with the sheet pulled up to just below his hips,
where the elastic of his black boxers would begin. 
His head would be tilted back; his arms would be flung
out to the sides.  His eyes would be closed and his
mouth would be open, and she could just about hear him
as he snored lightly.  She could see it as clearly as
if he was there right now.  And it was all wrong.  

For that would be a content Mulder, a comforted
Mulder, relaxed enough to enjoy a blissful night's
slumber.  Another picture appeared in her mind.  This
time, Mulder was huddled on the couch in his T-shirt
and sweats, gazing at the television, troubled,
tormented . . . and alone.  Scully began to cry.

She didn't hear him return.  Scully was standing there
staring at his bed with slow, hot tears running down
her cheeks when she felt a very light touch on her
shoulder.  She didn't startle, but instead closed her
eyes in embarrassment at being caught.  Mulder gently
turned her around to face him.  She looked up into his
eyes and found no words, nothing to explain what she
was doing or why she was crying.  But Mulder didn't
ask her any questions; he simply looked at her.  She
began to tremble.  Mulder reached up and wiped her
tears away.  

"Scully . . ."

She shook her head and tried to regain some composure,
but the tears kept falling.  Mulder reached out and
enveloped her in his arms.  She pressed her face into
his chest and wept, thoroughly overwhelmed with
emotion.  For a time they stood in silence, her tears
soaking his shirt, as he rested his chin on the top of
her head.  Scully eventually took some deep breaths
and calmed herself, feeling exhausted and out of
sorts.  She reached up to wipe her face and realized
as she opened her eyes just how many tears had fallen.

"Your shirt . . ." her voice cracked.  "Sorry."

Mulder smiled, smoothing her hair gently with his
palm.  "Don't be.  I think I'm getting off light
here."

Scully swiped her hands over her eyes once more and
frowned up at him.  "What do you mean?"

"I thought you'd . . . tell me straight off you never
wanted to see me again."  

"What?"

"If the car wasn't enough, then your apartment - I
wouldn't blame you, Scully."

"Mulder, that's the last thing I want."

He nodded, pursing his lips.  "I'm glad.  Do you know
. . . what it is you do want?" he asked quietly.

Scully opened her mouth . . . and no words came out. 
Not a thing.  She felt the frustration building and
almost stamped her feet like a child.  She tried
again.  "Mulder," she croaked, and winced at the sound
of her voice.  "Damn it," she hissed.

A long finger began to trace the line of her jaw. 
"Whatever it is, Scully, I'll accept it."  Mulder's
fingers cupped her chin and she found herself once
again trapped by his gaze.  "Just tell me what you
need."

She reached up and grasped his fingers and tried one
more time to speak words of friendship . . . and found
herself kissing his hand.  It happened without
thought.  It felt natural, like her mouth was
automatically responding to his touch.  Scully pressed
her lips to his skin and felt her insides drop, as if
they needed to readjust to make room for a new
presence.  Her nostrils flared and she watched the tip
of Mulder's tongue trace his full bottom lip.  But he
didn't move, didn't speak.  She could feel him holding
back, sense it in his tense muscles and in his
stiffened stance.  Scully took a deep breath full of
him and closed the distance.

Mouths opened.  Scully sank into the kiss, relaxing
her body and wrapping her arms around Mulder's waist. 
She gasped as he lifted her off the floor and placed
her on the bed, covering her with his body.  Scully
felt her bones melt as he pressed her into the
mattress, taking her mouth again.   She wrapped her
legs around him and arched up, increasing the contact.
 Mulder groaned and dragged his lips down her neck,
biting gently into the soft skin.  He moved back up to
kiss her as his hand covered her breast.  She
whimpered and broke the kiss, traveling to his neck in
turn, sucking and drinking in his flavor.  It was a
sharp reminder of the backseat, when she'd first
tasted his saltiness.  And of the misery she felt
shortly afterward.

Scully let her head fall back.  Mulder leaned in,
presumably to kiss her again, and stopped.  He removed
his hand from her breast and stilled his movements.

"What is it, Scully?"

She trembled beneath him.  "I lied to you before.  I
am afraid."

A quick flash of hurt in his eyes.  "Of me?"

"Of us."

Mulder studied her, nodded, and slowly rolled away,
lying carefully next to her, not touching.  She
immediately missed his weight, his warmth.  She stared
at the ceiling and listened to him breathe.  My god,
she thought suddenly, I’m in a bed with Mulder.  How
strange.  Yet strange was normal for them, wasn't it? 
And was *that* normal?  Or a healthy way to live? 
Maybe not . . . but she'd chosen this path.  She could
have walked away from it at any time, and instead she
was continually drawn toward it, toward *him*.  She
turned her head and looked at his profile, stared at
that wonderful, adorable face, and wondered why she
shouldn't just turn her brain off and start planting
kisses all over it.  And then her voice suddenly
decided to cooperate.

"Mulder."  He closed his eyes when she spoke.  "We're
partners, but we're friends too.  Very good friends. 
And this . . . this is difficult for me.  Even as much
as I want it.  I need to be able to separate those
feelings from the rest of me."

"Why?"  He remained still.  "Why do you want to break
yourself up like that?"

"I need to know who I am, Mulder.  At all times."

"You know who you are.  You're Dana Scully."  He
opened his eyes and looked at her. 

"I'm not Dana with you, Mulder."

He blinked.  "So who was that in the club with me? 
Who was in the backseat?"  Scully's jaw worked.  "You
are afraid, aren't you?  And it's got nothing to do
with me." Mulder turned on his side to face her. 
"Scully, you're the best partner I've ever had.  And I
think it's safe to say you're the best friend I've
ever had."  She stared at him, transfixed.  "So why is
it so hard for you to let me see you as a woman?"

Her mouth opened in surprise.  “Wha . . .” 

"Call me crazy, but I think that was Dana Scully in
the club, and in the backseat, and in your apartment
last night.  The *real* Dana Scully.  Who is a great
doctor, a brilliant agent, and who also happens to be
a remarkably passionate woman who feels things just
like everyone else."

"Mulder . . . I never thought . . ."

"No, that's the trouble, Scully.  All you *do* is
think.  You think and think and come to your own
conclusions on what should be, without explanation."

"Mulder, I came here tonight to explain why I feel the
way I do."

"And you feel like you can't be yourself with me.  I
thought we knew each other better than that, Scully."

"Mulder, we have a good working relationship.  We work
well together.  We respect each other.  The last thing
I want to do is jeopardize that."

"Is that what this is about?  Respect?  Scully, do you
actually think that I don't respect you for having
needs outside of the office?"

"But it's no longer outside the office, Mulder.  It's
part of us now, and we'll bring it into the office
whether we like it or not."

Mulder shifted and rested his head on his hand,
grinning.  "Scully, there is a lock on the door."

"Mulder!"

"Kidding, Scully, kidding.  Look, I hear what you're
saying.  But the truth is, we're still us.  Whether
we're in the office or not.  We're still a man and a
woman."  Scully said nothing, staring at the collar of
Mulder's shirt.  "You know, Scully . . . that whole
time, in the car . . . you didn't say my name.  Not
once."

She frowned.  "Yes, I did."

"Nope.  Not once.  Not until it was over.  That didn't
occur to me until sometime early this afternoon."  

Scully thought back, and supposed he was right.  "I
don't think . . . I could admit to myself that it
*was* you, Mulder."

"And when you did, you pulled away.  You know, for a
second I thought I'd misread the whole situation.  I
thought I'd taken advantage.  Even though I was pretty
sure I hadn't."

"You didn't, Mulder.  Don't think that."

"And then I felt like an idiot."

"Why?"

"Why?  Because I connected with an incredible woman
and the best I could do was screw her in the backseat
of a rental car."  Slowly, Scully raised her hand and
brushed the hair back from his forehead tenderly. 
"Don't think I didn't beat myself up about that."

She smiled softly.  "What would you have done
instead?"

"Um, anything?"  Mulder smiled.  "Taken you to a
hotel, at least?"

She smiled again, then let it fade.  "But I was the
one.  I got us in that car, Mulder."

"And I kept us there, Scully."

"We could debate this all night."

He nodded, relenting.  "And if you had admitted to
yourself, Scully, that it was me . . . would you still
have gotten in that car?"

"If I had thought . . . I just knew that . . . I
wanted it."  She winced in shame.

"There.  There it is, that look.  Why is this so
wrong?  Scully, you're human, for god's sake."

"But with you, Mulder -"

"Why not me?  So I'm your partner.  Big deal.  That
doesn't mean we can't have feelings for each other.  I
have more respect for you for owning up to your
feelings than for hiding them, Scully.  You should
know that."

She arched an eyebrow.  "You're going to talk to me
about hiding feelings, Mulder?"

"I'm not excluding myself, Scully.  I just never
thought that -"

"What?"

"That . . . there would be . . . the right
opportunity."

She stared at him.  "Oh, please."

"Scully, how many chances does a guy get with his
partner, of all people?  You think I would have
touched you if we hadn't been in that club?"

"You're saying you've been holding back?"

"Of course I have."

"So you never would have touched me."

"That's not what I . . . "

"No.  Wait.  You said before it's hard for me.  So
what about you?  We're alone most of the day.  You
could have said or tried something any number of
times, but you didn't.  Why?  Was it hard for *you* to
see me as a woman?"

Mulder stared at her.  "Hell no."  He spoke the words
as if in pain.  Scully's eyes widened as he moved to
loom over her, his face suddenly intense.  "Do you
have *any* idea what you do to me each day?  Knowing
that I'm in the same office as you and I can see you
and listen to you and smell you but the one thing I
can't do is touch you?  Do you know what it's like to
watch you walk in those skirts and heels and feel you
sitting next to me in a car and listen to you breathe
as you fall asleep just inches away from me?  You
don't know how many times I wanted to reach over and
kiss you awake.  Or how many times I wanted to stop
you from going home for the weekend because I knew,
unless I could come up with some lousy excuse for a
case, that I wouldn't see you again until Monday.  Do
you have any idea how that made me feel, Scully?"

"No - I don't!"

"Miserable."  Scully held her breath, shocked into
silence.  "And then the other night - to have you
touch me, respond to me, of all people – Scully, you
don’t have any idea, do you, what you did to me."  She
shook her head slowly.  "And the fact that you were my
friend and partner besides – well, it was like the
icing on the cake."

She continued to simply stare at him.  He chuckled. 
“You really don’t get it, do you?  Scully -" Mulder
grabbed her hand " - I'm happy about this.  I know it
means some change in our lives, but I'm ok with that. 
And Scully, just so we're clear - you don't lose any
of the status you have as my partner or my friend just
because you're also my lover.  In fact, I think it
moves you up a notch."

"Lover?"

"Is there another term you’d prefer?"

"You could do that, Mulder?  Have me in your life this
way?"

"Where have you been the past twenty-four hours,
woman?  No wait, I know.  Trapped in your head,
thinking of all the reasons why this won’t work."

"Mulder, don’t tease."

"Who’s teasing?  You’re obviously unsure about this."
She lowered her gaze.  "Hey."  He lifted her chin. 
"I'm afraid too, you know."

"Of what?"

"Of making a mistake.  Of disappointing you.  Of not
being the hottest roll in the sheets you've ever had
in your life."  Scully chuckled; Mulder smiled, then
grew serious again.  "And of losing you.  Losing . . .
this . . . now that I know what it's like."

Scully bit her lip; a tear formed in the corner of one
eye.  "I know."

"I think we found something worth keeping, Scully. 
Something worth fighting for, at least.  If you're
willing."  Mulder leaned forward and rested his
forehead against hers.  Scully brought her hand up to
touch his face; he pressed a kiss into her palm.

She sighed.  "Can we do this, Mulder?"

"I think we can, Scully.  As long as when we're alone,
you're not afraid to let me see you.  All of you. 
Everything that makes you Dana Scully.  If you can
trust me with that, than I think we can do anything."

"I'd like you to know who I am, Mulder.  I'd very much
like to share that with you.  And I want to know you,
too."

"It goes both ways."  He massaged her hand.  "We can
lose ourselves in each other for a while - I think
we're entitled to that - but we won't lose who we are.
 I promise."

"You seem so sure."

"Am I ever wrong, Scully?"  Another kiss to her palm,
a knowing smile.  Scully balanced a few retorts on her
tongue, then swallowed them as Mulder's lips traveled
down the inside of her arm, tickling her.  She giggled
and Mulder changed tactics, diving for her ribs.

"Mulder!!"  Scully squirmed under his assault,
laughing.

"I've always wanted to do this!"

"Mulder, please stop!"

He pulled his hands away.  "See, Scully?  I'll always
respect your wishes."  He grinned.  Scully shook her
head, still chuckling.  "Look at you."  

"What?"

"All flushed, breathing heavy . . . you're gorgeous,
Scully."

"So are you."  Mulder grinned; Scully blushed and
turned her head.

"Ah, ah."  Mulder kissed her cheek.  "None of that." 
He kissed her neck and arousal flowed through her
body.  She placed her hand on the back of his head,
encouraging him.  His lips sought her mouth.

They kissed for a long time.  Scully's body fairly
screamed of her need; she pressed against him and
moaned softly when Mulder's hands began to explore. 
His fingers reached under her shirt, resting on her
belly.  She smiled as he paused, waiting for
permission.  She kissed him in answer.

Slowly, Mulder undressed her, taking time to explore
each newly exposed bit of skin with his lips and
tongue.  Her bare shoulder.  The swell of her breast. 
The inside of her wrist.  Her collarbone.  A nipple. 
As he slid her underwear off her body and she lay
fully nude before him, Mulder stared at her in
absolute awe.  He swallowed hard.

"Scully . . ."  He kneeled between her legs and ran
his fingertips lightly against her outer thighs. 
Feeling brave, Scully rested her arms on either side
of her head and let her legs fall open.  She watched
as Mulder gazed at her damp curls.  "So beautiful," he
whispered.  Then he placed a tender kiss there.

For a long time Scully floated in bliss as Mulder made
love to her with his mouth.  He did more than that -
he worshiped her.  Every touch was tender, soft,
coaxing.  She relaxed as she never had with any other
man in her life.  She sighed delightedly as he
relearned her body, her intimate secrets.  How she
would groan deeply when he pushed his tongue inside. 
How she keened when he would flick her clit, suckle
it, and flick it again.  And she relearned her body
also, as she opened herself to him, gave herself to
him, at long last.  She looked down at him and moaned
as he claimed her soul.

He stopped momentarily and met her gaze, his lips
moving against her swollen folds teasingly as he
spoke.  "I *knew* you liked to watch."  He captured
her clit and sucked hard.  Scully's eyes rolled back
and she came, gasping.  He kept up the pressure,
pushing her further, finally easing off as she began
to settle, out of breath.  Mulder bathed her thighs in
kisses, finishing with one last kiss to her curls
before rising.

Scully opened her eyes lazily.  She watched as Mulder
pulled off his shirt and tossed it on a chair.  Even
in her sated state, arousal tingled in her belly as
she took in the sight of Mulder’s lean, sculpted body.
 He undid the tie on his sweats.  That's when it
occurred to her: she hadn't even seen it yet.  Mulder
finished peeling off his sweats and stood before her,
naked.  She felt her mouth begin to water.

He was longer than she'd expected, and not quite as
thick.  But he was not small by any means.  And as he
stood there, watching her take in every inch of his
body, he seemed to swell a bit more.  She watched it
move in fascination.  His masculinity overwhelmed her;
her body responded.  She smelled it.  

Sitting up slowly, never taking her eyes off his
erection, she whispered: "Come here."  Mulder obeyed,
his large bare feet padding quietly on the carpet. 
Scully got on her knees as he stopped in front of her.
 She breathed him in.  Oh god, his smell.  Heat and
sex.  A tiny drop of fluid collected at the tip.  She
leaned forward and licked the little drop away. 
Mulder groaned, his hands clenching into fists at his
sides.  She licked him again, lightly, before running
her tongue up his full length.  She bent her body and
made sure to look into his eyes as she took him into
her mouth for the first time.

So warm; so full.  She let him slide back out easily
and descended again, making him slick.  Mulder's eyes
grew wide as she paused to suckle the head.  Scully
ran the tip of her tongue underneath it and let him
ease down her throat again, keeping him there this
time as she hummed.

"Oh, fuck . . . Scully . . ."

She brought her hands up to cup his firm ass and
sucked him like she'd been thirsty for years.  She
felt his hands on either side of her head, resting
there almost hesitantly.  She increased the suction
and the pace and he groaned.  She clenched his ass,
encouraging him.  He gave in and held her firmly as
she felt him swell in her mouth.  Looking up, she
smiled around his cock as she took in the sight of
him, eyes glassy, mouth open, watching her.

She released him briefly.  "I think you like watching
too."  She swallowed him again.

Mulder began to fidget, fisting his hands in her hair
and moving his hips forward, fucking her mouth.  She
sensed he was close.  Then:  "Uh.  Ahh!  Stop . . .
Scully, stop."  He pulled out and held her head in his
hands, panting.  She looked up at him in confusion,
wondering what she'd done wrong.  Mulder refocused his
gaze on her.  "Do you trust me?"

She blinked.  "Of course I do."

He nodded and took her hand, grabbing a pillow as
well.  She stood and let him lead her to the living
room.  Shoving the coffee table aside, Mulder sat her
down on the floor with the pillow in front of her.  He
grabbed a video from atop the television and turned
the set on.

"What are you doing?"  

"Just trust me, Scully."  He popped the tape in, reset
the counter, and hit fast forward on the remote. 
Coming back to her, Mulder turned her to face the
screen and settled behind her, stroking her back. 
After a few moments, he hit play.  The news was
replaced with a naked man and woman in an embrace,
kissing each other feverishly.

Scully stiffened.  Mulder placed his hand gently on
her hip and bent to her ear.  "Relax, Scully.  Relax. 
It's just a tape.  We can turn it off anytime you
want."  Her breathing was shallow, her eyes wide. 
Mulder kissed her neck tenderly.  "You don't have to
do anything.  Just watch."

The protest she thought she would make turned into a
moan as Mulder's hand reached between her legs.  As
the couple onscreen made themselves comfortable on a
bed, Scully shifted her thighs so Mulder could reach
more of her.  He spread the wetness that gushed forth
as she watched the woman suck the man's cock. 
Scully's breathing began to increase; she felt
Mulder's erection pressing into her back as he suckled
on her earlobe.  His fingers hit a particularly
sensitive spot and she cried out with pleasure.  

The screen showed a close up of the woman's mouth
moving up and down the shaft.  "Oh god," Scully
whispered.

"Does that excite you?"  Mulder reached around with
his other hand and found her nipple, pinching it ever
so lightly.  

"Oh!"

"Look how hard he is, Scully.  She's going to have
that inside her soon."  Mulder rose slightly, lifting
her body so she was on her knees.  Cupping her breast,
Mulder rocked her slowly as he inserted a finger
inside her.  He worked Scully's body as the man turned
the woman around and prepared to enter her from
behind.  Scully huffed out short pants of breath,
humping Mulder's hand as best she could.  The woman
onscreen raised her ass and the man slid inside her
easily, the camera beneath them catching every slick
moment.

"Would you like me to do that?"  Mulder's fingers
increased the pace.  "Would you like me to take you
from behind while you watch them?"

"Oh Mulder . . ."

"Tell me, Scully."

"Yes.  Yes."  Mulder pulled out and eased her forward,
putting gentle pressure on her back.  Scully rested
her arms on the pillow and raised her hips without
thinking, presenting her ass to him.  "That's it . . .
a little more, Scully."  He massaged her cheeks as she
obeyed, suddenly finding herself in one of the most
vulnerable positions she'd ever been in with a man. 
She didn't have time to think about it, though, for
Mulder's lips and teeth were making themselves busy on
her tender skin and Scully found herself arching as
much as she could to feel as much as possible.  

Mulder put his hands on her thighs and pushed to get
her to spread her legs wider.  "Just a little bit
more, Scully.  That's it.  Mmmm."  He pressed his face
into her slit and she cried out.

"Oh god!"

"Mmmmmm."  Mulder rubbed his face into her wetness. 
He worked his way under and she wailed as the tip of
his tongue reached her swollen clit.  He took long
licks, then let his tongue dance over her a few times
before lapping her again, slow.  He hummed and kissed
and Scully groaned - a deep, throaty groan that she'd
never produced in her life.  She raised her ass as
much as she could and watched the couple fuck in front
of her.  In his position, Mulder couldn't quite reach
all of her, but she was more than ready.  She could
feel the liquid running down her legs.  He must have
realized it, for he rose to position himself.  Then
she felt the soft tip prodding her entrance.

"Oh yes,  yes."

"Ooh yeah, Scully, that's it.  Take me.  Take all of
me."  It was a tough angle, but Mulder pressed inside,
filling her once again.  Scully opened her mouth on a
soft, high-pitched "aaaaah" as his cock stretched her.
 It was somewhat uncomfortable, but Scully looked up
to see the man driving into the woman and slapping her
ass, and in a responding jolt of arousal Scully felt
her juices coat Mulder's shaft and ease the way. 
Holding her cheeks firmly, Mulder began to move.

She was taken.  Completely and utterly taken.  "Uhh. 
Ahh.  Ahh."  With each thrust, Scully moaned, letting
her body respond without shame or worry.  It felt so
good.  So damn good.

"Aww, fuck yeah.  Mmmmmaaahhhh. Yeah, Scully.  Oh god,
you're so beautiful.  Ohhhhh."

She whimpered, aching to feel him deeper.  Her moans
became mutterings, nonsensical words that came from
her depths as Mulder reached around and found her
clit.  "Ahh yeahhhh!"

Mulder growled and pumped harder.  “You like that,
Scully?”

“Oooohhhhhh!”

"Say my name.  Please, Scully."

"Mulder." 

"Oh, yeah."

"Mulder!  Mulder!"  

"Yeah.  It's me.  I'm fucking you, Scully.  I'm
*fucking* you.  God, I love this.  Oh.  God.  Oh,  I
love y -"

"Oh, god!  Mulder!  Muuuuuuullllllldeeeerrrrrrrrr . .
. "  Scully's climax hit full force, causing her to
spasm and buck and cry until her limbs went numb and
she collapsed beneath him.   Mulder stayed with her,
thrusting a few more times into her limp body until he
came, the sounds of his pleasure only slightly muffled
as he pressed his face into her shoulder.
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She felt cold.  Opening her eyes, she smiled as she
heard Mulder snoring softly in her ear.  Gently, she
removed his hand from her hip and sat up, stretching. 
She felt cramped from lying curled on the floor. 
Scully reached for Mulder's blanket and wrapped it
around her body, yawning.  She wondered how long
they'd been sleeping.  Maybe she should wake him up
and get him to move to the bedroom.  And maybe she'd
join him.

She waited for the stab of panic to hit her with that
thought, but nothing came.  Maybe she was getting used
to the idea at last.  Or maybe she was just too
sexually satisfied to care.  She didn't want to
examine it.  She was too tired.

Sitting on his couch, she watched Mulder sleep.  She
couldn't help sighing as she thought of the week
ahead.  At least Monday was still another day away. 
They had some time yet.  Time before returning to the
office.  Time to see if Mulder's confidence would rub
off on her.  She didn't agree with him that it didn't
matter that they were partners.  It would have to
change things, somehow.  There was no doubting that. 
She would have to trust in Mulder's words, believe him
when he said they could make it.  She told him she
trusted him, after all - and she meant it.  It was
herself she didn't trust. 

Scully turned her gaze to his window, watching the
moonlight filter through.  She listened to his
breathing and said a silent prayer for what the future
would bring.

END