Rating: NC17 for sexual situations
Classification: S, some angst
Keywords: UST, MSR
Spoilers: None, Season 8 doesn't exist
Archive: Anywhere, just let me know if you can, I like to visit
Summary: Mulder asks Scully to go away with him. Will a giraffe come between them?
Disclaimer: The X-Files, Mulder and Scully are not mine. No infringement intended.
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Author's notes at end.
Mulder's basement office
"Scully, let's get out of here."
I looked up from my file, startled. I glanced around our basement office. "Where to?"
Mulder slapped his palms on his thighs and rose from his chair. "Anywhere, Scully. Anywhere but here." Coming around my desk, he leaned down close to my right ear. "Wanna go somewhere hot?" he breathed.
Smiling in spite of myself, I decided to rise to the bait. "What have you got in mind?"
"Somewhere warm, some place where you can see the *sun.*" Straightening up, he continued, "Come on, Scully. We've got some vacation time coming to us, let's head to a sandy beach, we'll lie in the sun, have too many drinks with umbrellas in them, eat dinner at a nice restaurant."
"Mm, it could be nice, Mulder. Sounds like you have this all planned out."
Mulder's eyes brightened. "That means you'll go? We really *do* need a break, and all this damned snow is getting to me. We could leave in a couple of hours."
I looked around the small office again. Smiling, I said, "Sure, Mulder. Why not?"
While Mulder was making the arrangements with the Bureau and acquiring our car and airline tickets, I went home to pack.
It was supposed to just be for the weekend, but I had a week's worth of clothes laid out on the bed. I was strangely excited for some reason. Even the fact that Mulder was planning all this left me undaunted.
I had bras and panties in a pile--after checking to make sure none of them were ratty or torn or stained--you never knew when you'd be in an accident with Mulder around. I had a couple of more casual skirt sets lying neatly on the bed, a nicer dress in case we went to dinner one night, pajamas, and hose. Shoes were selected with no problem. But one last article of clothing was hanging me up. A bikini.
I had picked it up the previous summer, hoping there'd be a chance to actually wear it. It was more daring than anything I had ever worn in public before, but still tasteful. The bottom had ample coverage in the rear, but with a high cut to show off my thighs. The top was a bra-type, lots of support with just a hint of padding. It was a royal blue floral print and I thought it was pretty. But I had yet to wear it.
Walking to my floor length mirror, I held the two pieces of fabric up to myself. What would Mulder think if he saw me in this? I blushed, just thinking about it.
Decision made, I threw the bathing suit into my suitcase.
Embassy Suites Hotel
The cab pulled up to the curb in front of our hotel and I jumped out first, leaving Mulder to pay the cabbie. Pulling my coat over my head, I dodged puddles as I ran for the hotel doors. I could hear Mulder calling after me but I ignored him.
Inside, I draped my jacket over my arm, attempting to smooth my soaking wet hair back from my face. Trying not to slip in my wet shoes, I headed toward the front desk.
"Room for Dana Scully, please."
The front desk clerk tapped away at a keyboard for a moment. She looked up, worried. "I'm sorry, miss, but there's no reservation for a Dana Scully. Are you sure you made your reservation with our hotel?"
"What?" No, this couldn't be.
Mulder came up, dragging our suitcases and I whirled on him. "Mulder!" I thundered. "Why do I not have a room?"
Hair plastered to his skull, a drop of water hanging from the end of his nose, he tried to look apologetic but managed only to look pathetic.
"I'm sorry, Scully..." he started. "I didn't know you'd really be coming with me. I had only reserved the one room, and then it was too late to get another. I thought we'd work it out somehow..."
"Work it out? Work it out?" I tried to remain calm, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The desk clerk was watching us nervously.
"Come on, Scully, I said I was sorry." Mulder's eyes were pleading with me to finish this in private. I let out an angry breath.
"Fine, Mulder," I growled. "But *I'm* getting the bed. You can sleep on the floor!"
In our hotel room, I continued to ignore Mulder.
I took up all the small closet space and then scattered my toiletries all over the bathroom. I confiscated the television remote and watched CNN in silence, still fuming. Mulder sat at the foot of the double bed, looking like a whipped puppy.
Not really watching the TV, I listened to the rain outside. So much for the sun. Sighing, I rose from the bed and announced that I was taking a long, hot bath. Mulder said nothing.
Slipping into the foaming bubbles, I relished the feel of the hot water. Completely submerged to my chin, I willed my body to relax.
I couldn't believe that I fell for Mulder's trick. He knew all along that I wouldn't come to San Diego with him on a case, so he tried to make it sound like a vacation. Damn that man! My cheeks burned with anger and embarrassment.
A fucking giraffe. That's what this was all about. Mulder wanted to go to the San Diego Zoo to see a purported living, breathing, talking giraffe. My jaw clenched painfully in memory.
My excitement and anticipation of having time alone with Mulder was dashed to bits just around the time I realized our flight out of Dulles was bound for San Diego, California.
"What's in San Diego, Mulder?" I had queried.
Mulder had hesitated slightly. "Nothing in particular, Scully. Just thought you'd like to see the left coast. There's sun and sand, and the...zoo."
"Well, I've never been to the San Diego Zoo, Scully." Mulder put on his little boy face. "Don't you want to see the lions and tigers and bears?"
"Oh my," I said dryly.
And when the pilot announced the weather as "intermittent showers" and temperatures in the 50's, my hopes of modeling my bikini fell like the precipitation. The closer we got to our destination, the more morose I felt. What sort of holiday had Mulder planned? I was expecting warmth and sun and sand, and I was disappointed before we had even arrived. Mulder sensed my mood, and tried to inject his enthusiasm into me, but even the promise of a game of 'Go Fish' didn't improve my melancholy...
After leaving the airport and grabbing a cab, Mulder had insisted on going directly to the zoo.
"Come on, Scully, we might as well make the best of it." Mulder tried to place an arm around my shoulders to lead me through the crowd, but I shrugged him off.
A fine drizzle was falling, enough to make my hair frizz. No sun, no beaches, no drinks with umbrellas in them. But I was with Mulder. And seeing Mulder looking like a little boy did a little to improve my mood.
Inside the zoo, Mulder pulled me to the first directory sign. "Let's go see the giraffes, Scully!"
I had never seen Mulder so excited over some zoo animals. I hadn't even been sure that Mulder really liked animals.
"Mulder, you dragged me all the way here to see a giraffe? The last time you were this excited was when we were investigating a runaway lawnmower!"
Mulder stopped and his puzzled expression softened my sarcasm and I sighed. "Okay, let's go."
Coming up to a large enclosed area filled with tall, leafy trees, I noticed the crowd before the giraffes themselves. Clasping my hand in his, Mulder began navigating through the crowd, parting a path that I never would've been able to do on my own.
Somehow we made it up front. Mulder got an attendant's attention and flashed his badge. The attendant came over.
"What can I do for you, Mr., um, Mulder?"
"Which one is Gigi?"
"Oh, we've got her isolated now, sir. The crowds have been out of control."
I was confused by this conversation. Who was Gigi?
"Is there any chance that my partner and I can see her?" He motioned to me and I nodded a greeting to the zoo attendant.
"I guess so... Let me clear it with my supervisor." The attendant spoke into a walkie-talkie, turning away from us.
"Mulder," I asked, "What is going on? Who is Gigi?"
Mulder leaned down close to my face. "She's a giraffe."
"You're using your position with the Bureau to get in to see a *giraffe*?" Mulder's eyes shifted away and then back. "What aren't you telling me, Mulder?"
Just then the attendant came up. "Okay, Agent Mulder, you're cleared. Right this way."
Gigi was a giraffe, all right. All sixteen feet of her. She really was a beautiful animal. Mulder and the attendant walked off, talking, while I lingered by the pen, admiring her beautiful markings, large eyes with long lashes, that incredibly long tongue.
"Hey, Scully. Come here." Mulder sounded excited.
I hurried over. "What's up, Mulder?"
"You're not going to believe this, Scully, but...Gigi can talk."
"What?" I couldn't keep the disbelief out of my voice. "What do you mean she can talk?"
"Yeah, Scully, talk. She can talk. That's why there was such a large crowd outside the other giraffe pen."
"Mulder...I can't believe you are buying this. This, this must be like a bad version of David Letterman's Stupid Pet Tricks." I shook my head, irritated.
"No, no, Scully. Mr. Campbell here has witnessed it himself."
"Yes, ma'am, I have." He stepped forward, offering his hand. I took it, polite but not convinced.
"Mr. Campbell has just said he'd demonstrate for us, Scully. Isn't this great?"
"Yeah, Mulder, great."
Turned out I was right. Gigi had about all the abilities of Hans the counting horse. From what I could gather, Gigi's attendant had been working with her, using food for reinforcement, getting her to paw the ground, nod her head, and come awfully close to bleating out something that might have sounded like "Mamma."
It was still impressive, but hardly phenomenal.
A hard rain began as we went into a gift shop. Mulder wandered around awhile and came back with some sort of doll for me.
"What's this, Mulder?" It looked handmade, a cloth doll with a straw broom.
"It's a kitchen witch, Scully. It's supposed to help you in the kitchen, with your cooking and stuff."
"Are you saying my cooking needs help?" I raised an eyebrow at Mulder.
"No, no, Scully. I just saw it and thought you might like it. I think it'd look nice in your kitchen."
I said nothing when the cashier rang it up, put it in a bag and handed it to me.
"Scully, you alive in there?"
Mulder's muffled voice on the other side of the bathroom door broke me from my reverie.
Sitting up, the cooling water and diminishing suds slipped from my body, the air chilling me. "Yeah, Mulder, I'm alive. I'll be out in a second."
No reply from Mulder, so I assumed he had beat a hasty retreat upon knowledge of my imminent reappearance. Good boy.
Wrapped in a hotel bathrobe, I brushed out my hair and applied a little makeup. I don't really consider myself vain, but I didn't feel 'pulled' together without knowing that at least my mole was covered.
The rest of the evening was probably shot. Just to let Mulder know I had no intentions of doing anything with him tonight, I went ahead and put on a T-shirt and sweats. Grabbing a pair of socks from my bag, I left the bathroom.
The television was on, the sound muted. I recognized Ryan O'Neal and Ali McGraw in a tearful scene from "Love Story." God, Mulder looked so solemn watching it. Not wanting to embarrass him, I faked a cough to announce my presence.
Mulder sat up quickly on the bed, flipping off the television. "How was your bath, Scully?"
I smiled, starting to feel a little sorry for him. "It was fine, Mulder."
Sitting on the other side of the bed, I proceeded to pull my socks over my cold feet. I glanced over at Mulder, who was staring in fascination at my feet. Frowning, I wondered aloud, "What are you looking at, Mulder?"
Mulder looked like he'd just been caught with his hand still in the cookie jar. I turned away before he could see my smirk. I never would've thought Mulder was a foot man.
"Um, nothing, Scully. I was just wondering if you were hungry yet. I could call up some room service, if you like."
Hmm. Room service. This could be good. Mulder was going to make up for this dreary, wet weekend yet. I smiled to myself. "Yes, Mulder, I'm *starved.*"
Comfort food. Something unhealthy. Something thick and juicy and full of fat and calories.
"A hamburger, Scully?" Mulder looked on in disbelief as I grabbed up the massive burger and took a huge bite. "Not even tofu?"
I mumbled my pleasure around a mouthful of grade A beef. "Mmm, this is good, Mulder."
Mulder watched me eat, mesmerized. His own plate of food sat untouched as he watched me pluck a 'home' fry from my plate, thick and greasy, and take several luxurious bites. I was not unaware of his reaction to my lips settling around the length of the French fry. *This* was fun.
Smiling, I asked innocently, "Aren't you going to eat your food, Mulder?"
Adam's apple moving erratically, Mulder groped for words. "I, I'm just happy to see you enjoying yourself, Scully. I'm...sorry that you've been disappointed with our weekend so far."
*Our* weekend? I tamped down a flicker of anger. No, I didn't want to be angry anymore. I wanted to try to enjoy myself, deceptions or no.
"Stop apologizing, Mulder. I'm fine. It'll be fine." I stopped to chew thoughtfully on another bite of burger.
I had just wanted this weekend to work out. I had hoped it would be a start of something new for us. I shook my head.
"What are you thinking, Scully?" I had almost forgotten Mulder was even in the room.
"Nothing, Mulder, nothing. Eat your food." I smiled to let Mulder know I was fine.
Dinner finished and plates pushed away, Mulder called room service to pick up our cart. My eyebrow raised when Mulder asked for wine and dessert to be sent up. He winked at me and I actually blushed.
Off the phone with room service, Mulder went to his bag and rooted around inside before pulling out a deck of cards. Waggling his eyebrows, he sat down on the bed and patted the spot across from him. "Feeling lucky, Scully?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, Mulder, as a matter of fact, I *do* feel lucky." I tried to give a seductive smile, but I felt so awkward. I was flirting with Mulder. Oh God, this could be dangerous.
"Okay, Scully...What do you want to play? Black Jack? Poker?" Mulder dumped the cards from their sleeve and began shuffling expertly.
I crossed the room and sat down on the bed across from him. Smoothing out the comforter, Mulder cleared a place for us to play. I crossed my legs in front of me and tucked my hair behind my ear.
"No, Mulder, you said we could play 'Go Fish.'" I grinned wickedly. Let's see how far I could take this.
Mulder made a face. "'Go Fish,' Scully?" He rubbed his hand over his face.
"You want to go back to watching "Love Story" by yourself?"
"Oh-kay then..." Mulder began to deal the cards, one for me, one for him...
"Do you have any...threes?"
Mulder yawned. "Go fish, Scully."
I drew a card and waited for Mulder. Rearranging my cards, I looked up expectantly at Mulder. "Well?"
"Come on, Scully," he whined. "Can't we play something else?" His lips pursed together in a pout.
Damn. If he pouted like that *all* the time, I'd never deny him anything.
I sighed. "Okay, Mulder, what do you want to play? Just know that if you pick something weird, you'll have to teach me how to play it."
Mulder grinned mischievously. "Promise?"
I grabbed a pillow and half-heartedly threw it at him. He blocked it easily, grinning at me.
Stretching out on the bed, I reached over to the nightstand for my glass of wine. Tipping my head back, I poured the last of the gold colored fluid into my open mouth. I waved my glass in Mulder's direction and the half-emptied bottle appeared magically.
"Thank you." I lay on the bed next to Mulder for a moment, savoring the moment. Who would've thought I could be so happy playing 'Go Fish' with Mulder on a rainy night?
"I never dreamed in a million years we'd be here doing this."
Mulder looked over at me quizzically. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
I laughed. "It's turning out to be a good thing after all." I smiled at Mulder and thought I actually saw him blush a little.
Drinking the rest of my wine, I motioned to Mulder again. He filled both of our glasses, finishing off the bottle. "Want another bottle?"
I shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
Mulder got on the phone with room service again and I continued lying on the bed, just basking in the warm glow that came with three glasses of wine and the close proximity of Mulder.
He grabbed the deck of cards again. "So what'll it be, Scully?"
"I don't care, Mulder. It's your turn. You pick." I drank some more wine, feeling the warmth in my belly spreading outward to other parts of my body. My cheeks felt warm, a telltale sign of pending inebriation.
Mulder shuffled and started dealing out cards. "Poker. You know how to play poker, don't you, Scully?"
"Yes, Mulder," I answered in disdain, "I know how to play poker." I picked up my cards and began arranging them. "But what will we bet with?"
"How much money did you bring, Scully?"
"No, no, Mulder. I can't allow you to spend *all* your money this weekend." Mulder laughed.
"Okay, then, chips." He looked around the small hotel room. "What can we use for chips?"
Not knowing what came over me, I blurted out, "We won't need any chips, Mulder."
Mulder looked confused. "Then what will we bet with? How do we keep track of who is winning?"
Feeling light headed; I fortified myself with another swig of wine.
"Let's play strip poker."
I think I actually heard Mulder's jaw unhinge.
Mulder gulped and then shut his mouth. "Scully?"
"What's the matter, Mulder? You a prude? Chicken?" Oh my. I knew I had to be mostly drunk when I heard myself making clucking sounds. Something in Mulder's eyes changed, and then he nodded at me.
"Okay, Scully, if that's what you want."
"Yes, Mulder, that's what I want." I grabbed two cards from my hand and threw them down on the bed. "Now give me two cards, before I change my mind."
This was my lucky night. Either Mulder royally sucked at poker or he was very nervous, or maybe both. I won the first two hands easily and Mulder had already removed both shoes.
"Okay, Scully, this is your last chance. I'm giving you just this one opportunity to go put on some more clothes--you're gonna need them."
I grinned at him, unperturbed. Dealing out five cards, I shook my head. "No, I think it's you who needs to be worried, Mulder." Picking up my cards, I asked him, "You got clean underwear on, Mulder?"
"Maybe I'm not wearing any..." was Mulder's sly reply.
I tried not to picture Mulder in his sweatpants, sans support... I couldn't help it; I had to look over...
"Scully! You pervert!"
I practically jumped off the bed. I was caught, red handed and red faced. I struggled for a comeback.
"Well, it's not like there's anything to see, Mulder, if you can wear sweatpants and not have, um...*bulge.*
Mulder growled at me. "We'll see," he mumbled to himself.
Looking down quickly at my cards, I decided to let that comment slide. "How many cards, Mulder?"
I took two for myself, hoping to better my three-of-a-kind. Shit. Well, three-of-a-kind wasn't bad.
Mulder laid out his cards, a triumphant grin on his face. Full house.
"Woohoo! Scully's taking off some clothes!"
I frowned at him in mock disapproval. "Why don't you just run out into the hallway and yell, 'There's a girl in my hotel room and she's taking off her clothes!'? Or will that be too reminiscent of high school for you, Mulder?" I smirked. I thought I was being pretty clever tonight.
"Yeah, yeah, Scully. Diss me all you want. But take something off." He was trying to play it cool, but I could feel the nervous energy radiating off him.
I'd show him how *sure* I was. Reaching under the front of my T-shirt, I fumbled with the clasp of my bra, sighing at the release. Next, I reached up one shirtsleeve and pulled one bra strap down over my arm, bending at the elbow, and pulling my hand though. I repeated the process on the other side. Reaching under once more, I pulled out the flimsy piece of fabric. "Tada!" I smiled smugly.
Mulder's eyes popped out of his head at the sight of the dark green silk. I dangled it out in front of him like the proverbial carrot and dropped it in his lap. Mulder blinked a couple of times.
I pushed my shoulders back, tilting my chin up, trying to strike what I hoped was a sexy pose. "Your deal, Mulder."
Dazed, Mulder gathered up the played cards and reshuffled the deck. Not wanting to lose my momentum, I egged him on further.
"In case you're wondering, I'm wearing the matching panties. Too bad you won't get to see them..." I sing-songed.
"Is that a challenge, Agent Scully?" Mulder dealt the cards out ferociously. "I'm always *up* for a challenge."
My heart did a little somersault. What were we doing? This was definitely dangerous territory. But then why was I so thrilled? Why did I feel so alive?
I won the next two hands, much to Mulder's dismay, and he now sat on the bed, down to his sweats (and whatever may or may not have been underneath) and undershirt. I made him count both socks as one article of clothing. I was ruthless.
While playing, I kept noticing Mulder's eyes straying to my chest. Unable to keep my body from betraying me, I felt my nipples start to harden under his scrutiny. It didn't help that every time I moved or straightened my back, the cotton fabric of the T-shirt rubbed against them. It was becoming almost painful. I hoped that Mulder was enjoying the show.
*I* was enjoying *my* show. Since the comment about no underwear, I was stealing my own glances toward Mulder's crotch. There was definitely something there. Sitting cross-legged, there wasn't much Mulder could do about it. Although his squirming around was making me squirm even more.
I lost the next hand and removed my socks. Now we were even. Things were about to get interesting.
I wished we had more wine. I was starting to get nervous and I wanted my courage-in-a-bottle back. Mulder was looking at his cards, intently, biting on that full lower lip in concentration. Or was he doing it for my benefit, to get a reaction?
Not caring if I appeared totally obvious, I stuck my chest out a little further, reaching back and rubbing at the imaginary cramp in my neck.
"Play your cards, Scully," Mulder growled. Good, it was working.
I threw down two pair, eights and kings. That beat Mulder's pair of aces, and off came his undershirt.
"Hmm, it's gonna get cold in here soon. I guess we'd better hurry this up so you could get dressed again, eh, Mulder?"
"Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Scully." Mulder absentmindedly rubbed at his pectoral muscles, his fingers trailing down to his stomach. Losing my concentration, I watched, fascinated...
"Earth to Scully, come in Scully..."
I startled, looking away guiltily.
"You see something you like?" he drawled.
"Well, let's just say it's too bad there's no sun, I would've enjoyed applying your sun tan lotion for you." I sighed dramatically, smirking at the pained look on Mulder face, and dealt out the next hand.
Shit. I had nothing. All I could do was hold onto the high ace and pray for something good. Mulder was grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Not looking good, huh, Scully?"
"Shut up and play."
Damn, damn, damn. I lost. Suddenly I was in a panic. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I wanted to quit; I couldn't quit, this was my game, my idea. I had no choice. Getting up off the bed, eyes to the floor, I slid my sweats down past my hips, stepping out of the pool of gray material. Afraid, I looked up at Mulder.
My breath caught in my throat at the look in his eyes. They were darker than before, more dangerous looking. His eyes slowly traveled up my mostly bare body. Shivering under his hot gaze, I climbed back onto the bed. Forcing myself to meet his eyes, I settled into my former position, sitting Indian-style.
My panties did indeed match my bra and I was glad for the dark, disguising color. Staring resolutely at Mulder, a pool of warmth spread from my belly, settling at my core, where I was starting to steadily throb. I tried not to squirm.
We stared at each other for another minute. Finally Mulder cleared his throat. "Um, we can stop, Scully. We don't have to finish this," he said quietly.
No. I was scared, but I was tired of being afraid. I *wanted* this. I must have wanted this, why else did I let all this happen? We were on the cusp of something, and I did not want to turn back.
"No?" Mulder looked surprised.
"No," I said softly. "I want this."
Mulder dealt the last hand in silence. After requesting two cards, I held onto a great hand, an inside straight. I sat, holding them, thinking.
After an eternity, I announced, "I fold."
I placed my cards face down on the bed and not looking at Mulder, I reached down for the bottom of my T-shirt, ready to pull it up and over my head.
In a second, Mulder closed the space between us and grabbed my hands. "No."
Solemnly, gently, Mulder lowered my hands to my side and leaned in. Eyes that never left mine, closed the second before his lips touched mine.
We kissed, small, sweet kisses. His hands ran softly up and down my arms, giving me chills. We were both shivering and trembling. His hands came up to my head, holding my face, and our kisses deepened. I opened my mouth to him and felt a fire so hot, a fire that had been burning in each of us for who knew how long.
Breathless, I moaned when Mulder's lips made a trail from my throat to my ear. My hands were tangled in his hair, urging him on.
He moved to my collarbone and his hands left my face, sliding down to the hem of my T-shirt. Mulder pulled the cotton fabric up my body, and his mouth left me just long enough for me to lift my arms so he could slide the shirt off over my head. I reached for him again, but he held me back.
Mulder devoured my mostly nude body with lust-darkened eyes. "You're so beautiful, Scully," he whispered, his fingers trailing up and down my sides.
"Mulder, please," I said, surprised at how shaky my voice was.
Mulder's mouth immediately found my right nipple and I gasped at the warm wetness of it. It had been so long. So long.
I felt delirious with desire, Mulder nipping and licking one nipple while he kept one hand busy with my other nipple, softly tweaking, pulling, and pinching.
He slowly lowered me onto the bed, stretching out half on top of me, half along side me. We kissed again and I felt Mulder's hand sliding down my sensitive stomach, past the gentle curve there, and down below where I ached the most.
My hips rose from the bed, my legs spreading in anticipation. His fingers traced an outline of my form through the silky fabric, as if this was something new to him, something he needed to burn into his tactile memory, never to forget.
He was torturing me. "Oh God, Mulder..." I groaned. I reached down between us and placed my hand on top of his. Starting to lose myself, I ground against both our hands, so desperately aroused, needing a release, needing him...
"Mulder, I need..."
He slid down the bed, down between my already quivering legs. Reaching up, he hooked his thumbs through the waistband of my panties and pulled them down in one fluid motion.
I was crazy with anticipation, hips squirming on the bed, my body covered with a thin sheen of sweat. When I felt Mulder's mouth on my center, I actually saw sparks behind my eyelids.
Grabbing handfuls of comforter, I jumped and bucked under Mulder's tireless ministrations. My orgasm was building within me, my body screaming for release.
He lapped and licked and loved me with his mouth and when he grabbed my clit between his tongue and lips, my world exploded.
As I lay there, quivering and breathing hard, I felt Mulder lay down next to me. I looked over and smiled sweetly at him. He smiled back, looking proud of himself.
"Oh. My. God. Mulder." I grinned at him, pushing my hair back from my sweaty forehead. "Come here," I growled.
I kissed him deeply, my tongue entwining his, my musky taste on his lips further inciting me. I wanted more of Mulder.
I snaked an arm down between us and felt for the part of Mulder I had yet given attention to. I relished the firmness and length of him, sliding my hand up and down him through the material of his sweatpants.
I reached for his waistband, tugging in earnest. Mulder laughed in my ear, lifting his hips obediently so I could wrestle his pants down. His erection sprang free and I stopped to stare.
I had fantasized about what our first sexual encounter would be like, what Mulder's body would feel like and taste like. But they all paled in comparison to the real thing.
I ran my hand down his firmly developed chest, scratching lightly at the sprinkling of hair, over his muscled abs, down to the thatch of hair above his ever-growing erection.
I lightly grasped his cock, sliding my hand up and down experimentally, then rubbing the palm of my hand over the sensitive head. Mulder was breathing harder. I chuckled, pleased with myself. "You like this?" I asked softly.
"Oh yeah, Scully. That's perfect."
I stroked him a few more times, then gently cupped his balls, squeezing carefully, and then stroking him again. I loved the feeling of both hardness and silky softness at the same time. I sat up and moved myself down between his legs.
"Scully, you don't have to do tha--"
Mulder's words cut off as I lowered my mouth onto his cock. Concentrating only on the head, I circled it lovingly, flicking my tongue at the small opening underneath.
Mulder's hands reached for me, burying into my hair. This excited me greatly, and I began sucking his cock in earnest.
When I sensed Mulder was close, I lifted my head, smiling at Mulder's answering groan. Shifting up higher on his body, I sat atop him, feeling his erection tapping at my backside.
Circling my hips slowly over him, I looked down into Mulder's eyes. Heavy lidded with passion, he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My heart ached with the emotion flooding me. I wanted this so badly; I wanted Mulder, body and soul.
Lifting up, I reached between us and guided him to my wet opening. In one quick motion, I lowered myself down onto him.
We both gasped in unison. I held myself still, wanting to feel like this forever. So full, stretching deliciously around his girth, I realized what it felt to be a part of someone.
Unable to hold back any longer, I began rocking slowly, straining to hold myself up on my arms. Mulder had his eyes closed tightly, his hands on my ass, kneading, pushing himself deeper into me.
As I felt another orgasm building, I began to thrust harder and faster, Mulder matching me stroke for stroke, lifting us both from the mattress at times. I lowered myself onto Mulder's body, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone, pushing me over the edge. I cried out as I came, collapsing from the sheer intensity of it.
Barely able to raise my cheek from his chest, I mumbled, "I'm sorry, Mulder."
I heard his answering chuckle and, "Do you mind if I take over? It won't take long, I promise."
I laughed and rolled off his body, switching places with him. His strong arms held himself above me, and I managed to reach up with my legs to circle his hips and draw him to me. He entered me again and it felt so natural this time, like we'd been making love forever.
Mulder wasted no time and began pounding into me in earnest, grunting with the exertion. I held onto his arms for leverage, whispering into his ear. "Mulder, come for me. Come for me, Mulder."
His whole body quivering, he called my name as he came. I pulled him to me, wanting to keep him inside me.
"I don't want to crush you, Scully."
He was already crushing me; the weight of our act becoming apparent to me. What had just happened? Was it the alcohol? Was it lust? Could Mulder love me? Could I love him? A flood of panic went through me.
"I don't want you to leave me, Mulder."
He peered down at me, stricken. "You think that's what I'll do, Scully?" he asked softly.
Tears forming, I turned away, unable to look him in the eye. "I don't do one night stands, Mulder."
Mulder moved off of me, propping himself up on his elbow. He grasped my chin and turned me to face him. "Listen to me, Scully," he said gravely. "Neither do I."
I looked into his eyes, afraid to face what was there. Before there was lust, animal and base, but now there was no way to ignore the shining love that was reflected there. I shivered.
"You cold, Scully?"
"Yeah," I lied.
Mulder scooted off the bed, drawing back the bedspread and waiting for me to crawl underneath before he got in next to me. He drew me to him, his long arms encircling me, placing kisses atop my head.
"Oh Scully, you have no idea how long I've wanted this."
"Which part--the sex or the cuddling, Mulder?"
"Both." And he kissed me again.
I awoke the next morning, surprised to find myself naked, even more surprised to find a naked and aroused Mulder spooned up behind me, snoring.
I smiled at the memory of the night before and remembered how great I always slept after sex. Rolling over, I nudged a knee in between his, scooting in as closely as possible. Wrapping my arms around him, his chest hairs tickling my nipples, I nuzzled his neck with my nose.
Mulder awoke easily. "Ooh, Scully, I should've known you were into morning sex," he drawled in a sleepy voice.
I laughed. "You up for it, Mulder?" I whispered against the warm salty skin of his neck. I couldn't resist tasting him, my tongue gently licking his Adam's apple. Mulder shuddered.
"Mmm, I think something can be arranged," he murmured as he shifted slightly to catch my lips with his.
Breaking a long kiss, I looked up at Mulder. "Mulder, I want to go to the zoo today."
"Really? Why, Scully?"
"I want to thank Gigi."
Mulder laughed, pulling me to him. As I placed kisses on his chest, I said, "Oh, and I want to go to the beach today. I'm wearing that bikini this vacation, rain or no rain!"
Thanks to Gina Rain and the gals at XScenes for their help and support. Special thanks to Triton, for beta!excellence above and beyond duty.
This was a Scullyfic improv. The elements: a living, breathing, talking giraffe, the movie "Love Story," a kitchen witch, lawn equipment that run on their own, Scully and Mulder playing 'Go Fish,' and lastly, Scully taking off her bra without removing her shirt.
This was also my first attempt at smut. All comments and criticisms encouraged and welcomed: email@example.com
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