Title: How 
Author: T. Collins 
Author Email: DazedCaviar@aol.com 
Status: NEW - Complete 
Size: 8k 
Rating: R 
Archive at Gossamer: Yes to Gossamer/Ephemeral 
Category: Vignette , Romance, Sex (PWP) 
Keywords: None 
Pairings: Mulder/Scully 

Summary: sequel to Inside and Out (sort of)

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How 
by T. Collins 
DazedCaviar@aol.com 

How
Author: T.Collins
Rating: R
Email: DazedCaviar@aol.com
Classification: vignette/ MSR
Disclaimer: No, they're not mine. But a 
word of praise, to the almighty Chris 
Carter for creating two strong character 
who we all love.

Summary: sequel to Inside Out (sort of)

The watcher anticipated the other would 
come through the door at precisely 9:30. 
Having memorized the latter's nightly 
routine days prior, it had noticed that 
some activities were done in reverse but in 
all they had stayed the same. The watched 
(prey) had taken a quick shower instead of 
the long soaking bath. 

"Must be tired to forego the ritualistic 
soak in the oils," thought the watcher.

Sitting back in the darkened corner if the 
dimly lit bedroom, the watcher listened as 
it's prize checked all the window locks 
three times. In the resident's line of 
work, they had just cause to be cautious. 
More than once had their home been invaded. 
The whistle of the teakettle informed the 
watcher that it had been a chaotic day. 
Minutes later, the investigator walked into 
the bedroom with a steaming cup of Earl 
Grey. On stressful days a cup of tea would 
dissolve the tension in its mind.

"How long do you plan on sitting in the 
corner?" her voice startles him.
"How did you know I was in here?" he asks 
slowly climbing out if the Indian style 
position.

The watcher was no longer in his early 
twenties. The mid-thirties had been kicking 
his ass along with their cases.

"I could smell you the moment I walked in 
the door," she replied glancing up at him 
from the top of the cup.

The watcher stumbled over his feet as he 
took a few steps closer.

"Sssmmell me?" 
"Your scent is throughout my apartment and 
still on the sheets."
"Ttthhatt wwwass days ago."
"Nervous?"
"Nnnnooo. Just anxious."
"Then what are you waiting for?"

In two strides Mulder had pushed Scully 
back onto the bed. Hands and mouths 
collided, as both wanted to taste and touch 
each other. Mulder found his way inside 
Scully's robe. His hand made contact with 
bare skin.

"No clothes. You tricked me," he breathed 
against Scully's lips. 

Scully quickly grabbed Mulder's bottom lip 
and sucked it in her mouth. Her hand 
traveled the length of Mulder torso and 
cupped his sex. Mulder moaned. 

"Off. Take them off," Scully demanded 
pulling his green tee shirt up.
"You have to let me go."
"Don't want to," Scully replied puling him 
into a tighter embrace. 
"It'll be kinda difficult to get naked with 
you holding onto me," Mulder laughed.

xxxx

"Ooooo. Oohhh. God. God!"
"Stay with me, Scully," Mulder panted in 
my ear.

I was trying. Believe me, I was trying. But 
every time he pulled out and them slammed 
into me, I was rapidly nearing the edge. 
Our sweaty bodies slapping against each 
other made my flesh sting with pain. But it 
didn't matter. Mulder was inside of me, 
sharing himself with me.

"Harder, Mulder. Harder," I pleaded.

He granted my wish with speeding up his 
thrusts. I felt my muscles tighten then 
ripple. My body went limp. If it weren't 
for Mulder still pumping into me, I would 
have fallen asleep.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," he grunted.
"C'mon baby. Fill me," I whispered in his 
ear.

I raised my legs higher around his waist. I 
clawed his back with my nails. Faster and 
faster he pumped grunting my name. Then he 
stilled and went silent. His eyes were 
closed and his mouth open. I watched his 
climax take over him.

"More, more," I whispered.

Within thirty seconds he had returned to 
our world. Opening his eyes, Mulder looked 
down and kissed me.

"That was amazing," he said against my 
lips.
"I know."

He pulled away and dipped his mouth 
underneath my chin and began to lap up the 
salty water that had pooled in between my 
collarbone. I trembled as his tongue 
touched my skin. I was still wired. 

"Mmmm."
"Mmmulderr," I stuttered.
"My favorite flavor...you."

When he first did that, I was surprised and 
somewhat disgusted. No one had ever done 
that before. I had never really enjoyed sex 
before. I'd always felt obligated to have 
sex with any man I was seeing. It was a 
duty I fulfilled. But with Mulder, I wanted 
to have sex with him. He opened himself to 
me and maybe because of that I let myself 
go. I'd abandoned all my fears and concerns 
and had been me. Sex with Mulder was no 
longer just sex. When I admitted to myself 
that I loved him and was still falling in 
love with him, sex had changed into making 
love. Our sexual relationship no longer 
consisted of lust but of love and desires.

"Scully, I need to go to the bathroom. Be 
ready for round two when I get back."

I nodded my head yes and watched him slip 
from my body and my bed. Even though the 
room was dimmed, I could see his 
silhouette. The curve of his backside 
immediately drew my attention. I quickly 
flipped on the lamp beside the bed so I 
could see the dimple in his left cheek. The 
dimple I christened with wet kisses during 
our second time together. He laughed then 
saying that tickled. But when my tongue 
dipped into ht shallow hole, he moaned. 
When he returns to bed, I think it's time I 
said hello to my dimple.

xxxx

I crawled away from her warm body and the 
warm bed to make an important call to the 
bathroom. After relieving my bladder, I 
stood in front of the mirror. Her mirror, 
the one she stood in front of every morning 
painting her lips. I can't believe I'm 
standing here in her apartment in the 
middle of the night sweating. My sweat 
mixed with hers sending the sweet aroma of 
(our) sex to my nose. 

We had taken a big step in our 
relationship, skipping one that most people 
consider important. We didn't need to date. 
Dating is something individuals do when 
getting to know each other. For six years 
we had gotten to know each other. She knows 
more about me than my mother does. That's 
not saying much, I know. But Scully has 
been my partner, my doctor and my best 
friend for the last six years. We were past 
dating.

I smile at the image staring back at me in 
the mirror. I let out a shaky breath and 
turned on the cold water, I quickly throw 
some on my face to cool me off and slow 
down my racing heart. Excitement wasn't 
what I was feeling at this moment. 
Something much more was causing my heart to 
race and my breathe to become ragged. 
Shaking my head and looking down at the 
porcelain sink, I smile to myself. It was 
the woman in the next room lying in bed 
waiting for me. My love for her had ahold 
of my heart and wasn't letting go. Finally 
being able to show her how I felt was 
leaving me undone. And sometimes 
speechless, if you could believe that. 

Standing here for three minutes just 
thinking of her made my body ache for her. 
I opened the door to find my Scully asleep.  
She is curled up on her side with the light 
on her face. I could see her eyes flutter 
as her mind ventured further into REM 
sleep. 

"Poor baby. I wore you out."
"Mulder," her voice slurred.
"Go back to sleep," I answered snuggling 
up against her. 

She allowed my long limbs to circle around 
her. Normally after sex, Scully wanted her 
space to cool off and would instantly go to 
sleep. The first time I teased her about 
our gender roles being switched. She argued 
but quickly changed her ways. I was able to 
get as close as I wanted. With Scully warm 
and snoring in my arms, I began to drift 
into my own happily ever after. 

### The End ###