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Title:            Revenge
Author:           Lovesfox
E-mail:           Lovesfox@rogers.com  (Feed me, please)
Web site:         http://www.geocities.com/kim_djd/index.html
Rating:           NC-17 (violence, consensual M/S sex and strong 
                  language)
Category:         Implied UST then MSR, Angst, Story/X-File
Classification:   XRA
Spoilers:         Not really, but up to mid-S7
Archive:          As long as my name and everything stays attached
Summary:          An old case of Mulder's resurfaces seeking revenge

Disclaimer:       Alas, not mine.  They belong to Chris Carter and 
                  1013 Productions

Dedication:       To true friendship, through thick and thin.  
                  Thanks, T.

Warning:          This story contains some scenes of violence, a 
                  rape attempt, implied character death, references 
                  to incest, and graphic sex.

Note:             There will be a total of 29 parts, not 25 as
                  estimated.




Revenge Part 16 of 29
by Lovesfox




Scully's Apartment
Georgetown, D.C.
Monday
9:40 pm


Scully was surprised that she was actually able to laugh.  A 
full-blown one too, although it came out more as a muffled 
snorting sound because of the hand she held to her mouth.  

Dropping the hand and slapping at his leg lightly, she said, 
half-indignantly, "Mulder!"  Trust him to say...she had been 
about to use the words 'something sexually suggestive', but 
amended them to 'just the right thing'.  

The words suited her suddenly very playful mood.  A mood that 
also caused some surprise.  She had to admit that she actually 
did feel better for having told Mulder about the dreams, like 
the proverbial weight had been lifted from her chest.  She didn't 
expect them to be over just because she had told him, not by a 
long shot, but the tension that had built up within her, both 
from having them, and not talking to Mulder about them, had gone. 

Mulder had not responded to her saying his name, or the little 
blow to his leg.  He was merely watching her, a little smile on 
his face.  She knew it was in no way a sign that he had taken her 
tale lightly, or that he discounted her feelings about her dreams.  
He had processed them, and despite the questions she knew he was 
burning to ask, he was following her lead.  

She also knew he was very intrigued by the thought of her other 
dreams.

It felt good to be in a playful mood, one she had not been in, 
or allowed herself to be in, for a long time.  With a slightly 
shaky breath, feeling a little unsure of herself, and very out of 
practice, she followed up the slap to his leg with a soothing 
caress, running from his knee to almost the top of his thigh, 
feeling the muscles beneath her hand flex and tighten.  

"You sure you can handle it?" she asked, and her voice sounded 
breathy even to her ears.  Once the words were out, she realized 
the unintentional innuendo.

Mulder, of course, bless his perpetually hormonal little heart, 
picked up on it too.  One eyebrow rose slowly, and the smile on his 
lips became a grin.  

"I'd much rather you handle...it," he said silkily.  He then moved 
his leg just the right way to cause her hand to brush against the 
suddenly straining hardness between his thighs.

They both hissed in a breath, staring into each other's eyes.  The 
grin had slipped from his face, and been replaced by such an intense 
look that Scully felt her mouth go dry.  She unconsciously licked 
her lips, and saw Mulder's eyes drop down to follow the motion of 
her tongue.  

He groaned deep in his throat, and she felt the vibration in his 
chest, where her other hand now rested, not that she remembered 
placing it there.  Even through his tee shirt, she could feel the 
heat of his skin, sending answering waves of heat through her entire 
body.  She could also feel heat where her other hand lay, now 
directly over the fly of his jeans.

His hips moved, bucking himself harder into her hand, and she 
squeezed him through the denim in reaction.  

"Scullee..." he groaned her name, and then his hand was in her hair, 
at the nape of her neck, bringing her face closer to his.

Their lips met, wet and open, and Scully allowed herself to be 
pulled from her seat on the couch into his lap, instinctively and 
intimately straddling his body.  The action placed her pelvis 
directly over his erection, and Mulder bucked upwards again, 
intensifying the contact.  

This time it was she who moaned, low and deep in the back of her 
throat, feeling herself thrust downward in reaction.  Desire 
pooled thick and heavy in her belly.

Mulder's tongue thrust deeply into her mouth at the sound, and 
then his other hand was at the small of her back, grinding her 
lower body against his.  

Scully sucked at his tongue, and her hands slid up his body to fix 
firmly in the softness of his hair.  She could not stop moving, 
thrusting her breasts into his chest, feeling her nipples harden 
to almost painful points.  She wanted to feel his hands tugging 
and...oh, God, his mouth, his agile tongue, on her nipples, licking 
and sucking.

As if she had somehow spoken the words out loud, Mulder's hand left 
her back to insinuate itself between their two bodies, crawling 
teasingly along her ribs to cup one breast.  He squeezed it, and 
her back arched, thrusting it more fully into his hand.  His nimble 
fingers plucked at the nipple through the thick cotton of her 
sweatshirt, and it wasn't enough.  

She wanted to feel his hand on her bare skin.  She pulled free of 
his mouth, only able to gasp out, "Skin," through panting breaths.

He obliged, hand darting to the hem of her sweatshirt and shoving 
upwards, gaining access to her now bared breasts.  Her head had 
lolled back in wanton surrender, and they both moaned at the contact 
when his long fingers just barely brushed her nipple.  His breaths 
were loud in the silence of the room.

She wanted to touch him too, to feel the crisp hairs of his chest, 
his male nipples pebbling beneath her fingers, and lifting her head 
once more, tried to pull his tee shirt up.  It was awkward in their 
position, and she was dismayed at being unable to reach her target.

Mulder's hand left her breast, wringing a moan of disappointment 
from her.  His voice was smoky as he said, "Your bed.  I want us in 
your bed," in her ear.

Liquid heat pooled between her legs at his words, and then he had 
somehow lifted them both off the couch, with her body pressed 
against his, and his hands on her rear, supporting her weight.  She 
wound her arms around his neck, and secured her legs around his 
hips, hooking her ankles together just over his butt.  The position 
kept her pelvis in close contact with the bulge between his legs, 
and as he carried her, she jounced up and down, rubbing against his 
hardness.  

He groaned and came to a stop halfway down the hallway, turning so 
that her back rested against the wall, fusing his lips over hers, 
his hips thrusting and grinding.  Although he had not been rough, 
he had not been overly gentle, and her head had thumped a little 
painfully into the smooth, hard surface.  

Scully did not care, she was too caught up in the sensations and 
feelings of the rest of her body.  She raised her hands to fist 
them tightly in his hair, and enthusiastically counteracted his hip 
motions with gyrations of her own pelvis.

This wrangled another groan from Mulder, and she smiled against his 
lips and hummed a little, thrilled at the sounds she could evoke in 
him.  His wet lips moved along her cheek to her ear, where he bit 
her lobe before whispering, "Witch."  

Her answering chuckle turned into a moan of her own as his tongue 
did amazing things to her ear and neck.  She sighed his name, a 
long, drawn-out breathy sound and tried to bring his lips back to 
hers.  

He seemed quite happy where he was, now licking and sucking along 
her collarbone, pushing the neck of her sweatshirt aside with his 
nose.  

Oh, God...the things he could do with that tongue.  She wanted 
more.  

Scully unhooked her ankles and let her legs drop to the ground 
before tugging, none too gently, at his hair.  When his eyes, nearly 
black with desire, met hers, she released his hair and grabbed one 
of his hands, walking backwards down the hall towards her bedroom.  
Tugging at him, she said, "Come to bed, Mulder."  

He followed with alacrity, and sped up so that his hands could grasp 
her hips, her body still facing his, and guide her quickly through 
the door and over to the bed.  He stopped just as she felt the 
mattress bumping the backs of her knees, and lifting her easily, 
placed her in the center of the bed.  He made no further move, 
merely stood there and ran his eyes over her.

Restlessly Scully lifted herself up to her elbows, saying 
questioningly, "Mulder?"

"You are so beautiful," he answered.  His voice was gravelly, and 
made her shiver.  "I have always loved looking at you, but before, I 
had to sneak those looks, when you were pre-occupied, or sleeping.  
Hoping you wouldn't catch me."  He inhaled deeply, his nostrils 
flaring slightly, and continued, "I don't have to anymore, do I?"

She shook her head slowly, stunned at his words.  Of course she had 
caught him looking at her before, and despite the thrill that had 
gone through her each time, she had always dismissed it as nothing.  
She kept her eyes on his as she confessed, "I looked at you too.  
So many times.  Wondering what if would be like to run my hands over 
your chest, and up and down your back."  With a blush, she lowered 
her gaze a little and whispered, "And other places."

"Scully," he said, and when she had lifted her head again to meet 
his eyes, his hands went to the hem of his tee shirt.  He gripped 
it firmly, and with one swift motion, lifted it over his head and 
off his body, dropping it on the ground.  He then placed one knee 
on the bed, dipping the mattress, and lowered himself gently beside 
her.

She let herself slide back down onto the bed, and raised one hand to 
lie on his firm, muscled chest.  The springy hairs there tickled her 
hand and she smiled, remembering her early thought about touching 
his chest.  She scratched lightly, getting the shiver she knew she 
would from him, and then flicked a nail over one nipple.  That 
action elicited a moan, which pleased her, and using the palm of her 
hand, she pushed him flat on his back.

She had always found being on top to be quite arousing so, sliding 
one leg across both of his, her knee brushing his hardness in the 
process, she straddled him once again.  Her bottom rested just below 
the waistband of his jeans, with her knees touching his ribs.  

His hands automatically rose to settle on her hips, but she grabbed 
them just before they could make contact, and leaning over him, laid 
them back against the mattress above his head.  This action had 
brought their faces close together, so she paused to kiss him 
lingeringly on the lips before sliding them down his jaw and neck to 
where his Adam's apple bobbed.  She lathed it with her tongue before 
nibbling at it with her teeth.  She felt the motions of his throat 
as he swallowed noisily, and with a smile, continued down to his 
chest.

She kissed her way slowly towards the bullet scar she had given him 
on his shoulder and traced it with the tip of her tongue before 
pressing one last kiss on it and moving down to the hard little 
nipple that begged for attention.  Again with only the tip of her 
tongue, she circled it several times, enjoying the way Mulder's 
breath huffed out in reaction, before drawing it into her mouth.  
She sucked at it for a moment and then bit gently.  Mulder jumped 
a little, so she soothed it with her tongue.  

Leaving that nipple she kissed her way across his chest to the other 
nipple, treating it as she had the first one.  Mulder moved again, 
squirming beneath her, his hips bucking upwards to thrust his 
hardness against her rear.  She sat up and wiggled her behind a 
little.  She smiled down at him, seeing the desire in his eyes, and 
crossing her arms in front of her, grasped the hem of her sweatshirt 
with both hands.  She shimmied her hips as she lifted the material 
up inch by inch, slowly revealing her bare flesh.  Her own nipples 
were hard points, and the cloth brushing over them teased her 
unbearably.  With one last yank, the sweatshirt was off, and after 
throwing it behind her; she tossed her head from side to side to 
adjust her hair, which had fallen onto her face.

Scully felt the muscles of Mulder's body tense beneath her, and knew 
he was going to move.  "Uh-uh," she said softly, and although his 
mouth opened, to protest perhaps, he subsided.  He was staring 
wide-eyed at her breasts and breathing heavily, so she lifted her 
hands once more to run them through her hair, knowing the action 
caused her breasts to bob and sway.  She glided them slowly along 
her face and down her neck, feeling the heat of his gaze as his eyes 
followed her every move, and next over her breasts, her fingernails 
scratching lightly, the sound audible, to rest at the tops of her 
own thighs.

Mulder groaned, low and deep.

***

She was killing him.  Slowly but surely.  Every action deliberate 
and devastatingly mind-blowing. Mulder could not fill his lungs with 
enough air, and was forced to breathe in short, shallow pants.

His Scully was a temptress, and he loved every minute of it.  

From the moment she had touched his thigh as they sat on her couch 
and said those innocent words that he had turned around in an effort 
to tease and seduce, to being here now in her bedroom, poised at the 
brink of making love with her.

Now, standing motionless by the side of her bed, feeling every 
individual beat of his heart, every drop of blood rushing through 
his veins, Mulder could not take his eyes off of Scully.  

She shifted and rose to her elbows, saying his name questioningly.  

He hastened to assure her there was nothing wrong, saying slowly, 
"You are so beautiful."  He told her of how he watched her, sneaking 
looks when she wasn't aware, hoping she wouldn't catch him, and as 
realization came to him, he inhaled deeply, her fragrance scenting 
the air, and said, "I don't have to anymore, do I?" 

The negative shake of her head was both a relief and an 
encouragement to move forward, and hearing her say that she had 
watched him too did incredible things to his insides.  To get her 
attention, for she had being looking shyly downward at her 
admission, a blush on her cheeks, he said only, "Scully."

Mulder saw the heat in her eyes when his hands went to the hem of 
his tee shirt and then as he stripped it off, the way they roved 
over his bare chest, dipping briefly to glance at the fly of his 
jeans, behind which his erection bulged.  Just a mere glance from 
her was enough to have him throbbing almost painfully.

He set one knee down on the bed and maneuvered himself so that he 
lay on his side next to her.  She had lowered herself to lie back 
against the mattress again, and placed one palm on his chest.  The 
contact was electric, and he felt it all the way down to his toes.  
He could see the smile on her face, and was content to let her set 
the pace.  For now.

He shivered when her nails scratched lightly through his chest 
hairs, and moaned when she ran one nail over a nipple.  She 
obviously liked his response for she smiled again, and then using 
the hand still on his chest, pushed him flat on his back.  A moment 
later her knee brushed his straining erection as she slid her leg 
over him to straddle his body.

He lifted his hands to grab her hips, to position her more firmly 
over him, but she took them in her hands and bent over him, bringing 
his hands to rest on the bed above his head.  Her movements had 
placed her almost nose to nose with him, and just as he was going to 
lift his head to capture her lips, she captured his instead, in a 
long hungry kiss.  

She then moved her lips down to the base of his neck, where she 
first licked his Adam's apple and then bit it gently.  His throat 
was thick, and the sound he made as he swallowed heavily was loud.

Scully's lips were on his chest, leaving a trail of fire in their 
wake.  The scar where she had shot him was lovingly licked and 
kissed and then he felt the hot tip of her tongue on his nipple.  

Holy shit! 

He choked in a breath, it felt so good, he didn't ever want her to 
stop.  He did however wonder what her tongue would feel like 
swirling over the head of his cock, and fought the instinct to 
release himself from his jeans and guide her to him.  He jumped 
when she bit his nipple, and at his motion, she soothed it with 
her tongue again.  She then kissed her way across his chest and 
subjected his other nipple to the same wonderful torment.

He couldn't help it, he had to move.  He bucked his hips, trying to 
push his hardness into her shapely little ass.  Scully sat up 
straight and moved that ass, smiling down at him.  He watched her 
breathlessly, wondering what she was going to do next, and thought 
his eyes would cross when she slowly and seductively removed her 
sweatshirt, revealing her beautiful breasts, their pink tips hard 
with her arousal. She tossed the garment somewhere; he didn't care 
where, and lifted her hands to run through her hair.

The action emphasized the tautness of her torso, and thrust her 
chest forward.  His chest was heaving with the effort to get air to 
his starving lungs, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her 
breasts.  He wanted to touch her so badly.  His fingers curled, 
as if already cupping them, and his hands and body tensed.  He 
barely heard Scully saying, "Uh-uh," and subsided, his mouth 
opening on a protest and shutting again.

He almost couldn't believe what she did next.  Her hands were in her 
hair again, causing her breasts to sway enticingly above him, and 
then she was stroking herself, sliding her hands down her neck and 
over her chest, along her stomach and coming to rest on her thighs.

Mulder could not contain his moan, a low guttural sound.  He gulped 
in air.

"Scully...I want...I want to touch you."  He had meant it as a plea, 
but his voice was rough, and the words came out more as a demand.

His temptress smiled, and leaning over once more, a nipple grazing 
his cheek, she grasped a wrist delicately in each hand.  

Straightening, she brought his arms forward and laid his hands, 
palm down, on each of her knees.  The pressure from her hands 
resting on top of his was light, but enough to guide his hands into 
skimming upward along her legs.  

Mulder moved his thumbs outward slightly, and as he and Scully's 
hands together reached the tops of her thighs, they just brushed 
the apex between her legs.

He felt the jolt that ran through her, and his penis twitched in 
reaction.  Her breathing was becoming more erratic, he could tell, 
her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her hands tightened 
fractionally on his before relaxing.  She continued leading his 
hands upward, along her ribcage, and this time his thumbs brushed 
the outside of each breast.  

Her hands fell away then, and her head dipped back again, thrusting 
her breasts forward.  He covered them with his hands, squeezing 
and shaping, feeling her nipples hard against his palms.  He moved 
his hands so that he could roll her nipples between his fingers, 
aand she gasped his name, her pelvis grinding into his midsection.

His penis twitched again, and with a swift move, his hands now at 
her hips he flipped her onto her back and covered her with his 
body.  One hand slid back up to tease a nipple again as his lips 
descended on hers, the kiss almost bruising in its intensity.  

Their legs were entwined together, his hardness pushing into her 
thigh.  He began thrusting against her, and she copied him, her 
hands fisting in his hair for a moment before sliding down his 
back.

Mulder felt her fingers dancing along the waistband of his jeans, 
teasing the skin of his lower back, and then they were sliding 
around to work at the fastenings of his button-fly jeans.  

She opened them with dexterity, and then she was pulling the denim 
down over his hips, taking his boxer-briefs along with them.  He 
shifted, lifting some of his weight off of her to help her, and was 
forced to release her lips as she pulled away to slide further down 
the bed to get them off.  A few kicks of his legs and the last of 
his clothing was gone, his erection springing free, hot and 
engorged with blood.

Scully wiggled her way back up, the points of her breasts teasing 
him as they brushed along his body.  He thrust against her leg 
again, wanting to feel her bare skin against his body.  He pressed 
a kiss to her lips and then whispered in her ear, "I think you 
have too many clothes on."

She nodded, and her hands went to the waistband of her tights.  It 
was his turn to say, "Uh-uh," and lift her hands up and over her 
head.  He kissed her once more and then began a meandering path 
along her jaw line to her neck.  He licked at the pulse fluttering 
wildly at her throat and then nibbled and kissed his way down to 
her collarbone.

There, he first licked and kissed her, before pulling the skin 
into his mouth and sucking.  He pulled slowly at the skin and then 
released it, leaning his head back to admire his handiwork.  He had 
marked her.  

With a smile he kissed the mark and resumed his exploration of 
Scully.  He took his time, feeling the restless movements of her 
legs, hearing her sigh and pant above him, kissing all around each 
breast, nuzzling the underside of each with his nose.

Scully writhed beneath him, tossing her head from side to side, and 
he finally lowered his mouth to one waiting nipple, drawing it into 
his wet mouth.

It was her turn to moan.

***

Sensations.  She was swimming in sensations.  Incredible, mind-
numbing sensations.

Every nerve ending sizzled.  Every millimeter of her skin craved 
the touch of his hands, his lips and tongue.

And where he did touch, he left a trail of fire, blazing hot.

He was at her other nipple now, teasingly licking and blowing on 
the near-painfully hardened nub, but not yet sucking on it as he 
had her other one.  As Scully arched her back in silent supplication 
for him to deepen the contact, her fingers clutched convulsively 
at the comforter in an effort not to wind themselves in his hair 
and force him to suck.  

She felt him chuckle, the vibration sending tingles of pleasure 
shooting through her body, but he still continued his torment, 
keeping his touches light.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.  The man was going to drive her insane.

"Mulderrrr.... please," she whimpered.  She could say no more, she 
would not let herself beg.  She did continue to move beneath him 
though, shifting her body so that her hips cradled his erection, 
trying to entice him into more. She could feel his hot, hard length 
pressing against her center, wet with her arousal.  Her mouth hung 
open slackly, little panting breaths all she was capable of.

"Please, what?" he whispered, his voice smoky.  Sexy.

That voice did amazing things to her insides, turning them to 
liquid.  

It also blew any inhibitions or hesitations she might have had 
completely away. Despite the face she had vowed not to beg, and 
that she knew it was his intention to have her do so, she wanted 
his mouth on her so badly.

"Please..." she gasped out.  "Suck!"

She did not feel humiliated in the least, and was rewarded at last 
by his warm lips drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking 
furiously.  She moaned again.  His teeth scraped the tender flesh, 
and her back arched in reaction.  He followed up by lathing her 
with his tongue and then sucking it once more.

She realized she was babbling, almost incoherently, his name 
figuring most predominantly amongst the nonsense words.  She could 
no longer control her hands, they were down and in his hair, 
fisting tightly as his mouth worked his magic.

With an audible pop, he released her nipple and began kissing his 
way down her ribcage, his tongue tracing each individual rib.  She 
tried twisting away from the contact, which was a combination of 
tickling and tormenting.  Seconds later his tongue was in her 
navel.  She was ticklish, with very sensitive skin, always had 
been, but she had never before considered her belly button to be 
much of an erogenous zone.

It was now. 

The muscles in her vagina clenched tight and hard, and she moaned 
again at the sensation.  She felt empty, waiting to be filled.  
Filled with the hard heat of Mulder's erection.  She could feel it, 
bumping against her thigh, and she imagined it pulsing and 
throbbing.  Her vagina throbbed again at her thought, and she bent 
her knee so that his length slid enticingly along her leg and 
closer to where she wanted him so very badly.

He growled against her abdomen, and thrust upwards, rotating his 
hips slightly.  His hands were suddenly at the waistband of her 
tights, tugging them downwards.  

She planted her heels flat on the bed and lifted her rear, 
enabling Mulder to pull them past her hips and down her legs.  

He shifted his weight off of her, lying on his side, and used both 
hands to slip them slowly off each leg, one at a time.  

She was suddenly glad she had picked a lacy pair of panties; black 
ones that dipped to a V in the center and were only thin ribbons 
of material over her hips, for Mulder was staring at them quite 
intently.  His head was propped on one elbow by her hip, and he 
brought the other hand up to trace the edge of the panties, almost 
brushing the curls that shielded her core when he followed the V.

He dipped his head, and then his teeth were scraping over her hip, 
nibbling at the lace there. He tugged gently, and pulled it down 
until the strap was at the top of her thigh, and her reddish-brown 
curls were partially revealed.  He pressed open-mouthed kisses 
along the waistband until he had reached the other strap, and did 
the same to it as he had the other.

Scully jumped when his mouth was directly over her center, 
nipping gently to pull the panties into his teeth.  

He shimmied downwards on the bed, pulling the panties off of her 
with his mouth, his chin brushing through her curls and just barely 
touching the little bundle of nerves that was suddenly taut with 
anticipation.

She began squirming, and Mulder used one hand on a hip to hold 
her steady while the other hand grasped the panties and pulled 
them down her legs.  With quick kicks of her legs they were gone.

His hot breath was on the inside of her knee, and then his lips 
and tongue began their magic all over again, this time traveling 
upwards.  He lifted one leg a little so that his lips and teeth 
could tease the tender, sensitive underside of her knee, making 
her shiver and moan.  He next nipped the tender flesh on the 
inside of one thigh and did the same on the other one, before 
moving ever closer to the juncture between them.

Scully reached down and fisted her hands in his hair again.  As 
much as she wanted to feel his mouth...there, she wanted him 
inside of her, deep and hard.  

She tugged gently, whispering, "Mulder, please, I want you."  
She paused and then added, "I want you inside me, now."

With amazing speed he was up her body, his mouth on hers, tongue 
thrust deep inside.  His weight was a pleasurable agony, pinning 
her to the mattress.  She smoothed her hands down his back, and 
onto his firm ass, squeezing and kneading for a moment before 
letting one hand slide around his hip to grasp his erection in 
her hand.  It leapt at her touch, and she moved her fingers up 
and down its length, feeling it pulse in reaction.  

He groaned into her mouth and pulled free, gasping, 
"Scullee..."

She squeezed his flesh once and then guided him to her entrance, 
spreading her legs wide as he settled between them.  One thrust 
and he was buried to the hilt.

They both sighed.

"Scully," he said, his voice gritty, his teeth clenched.  "I love 
you."

Scully brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, her 
heels digging into his ass.  This position pushed him even deeper 
and she nearly cried out with the ecstasy.  Her hands were around 
his back, holding him tightly.  "I love you too, Mulder," she 
whispered into his neck.

Their movements were slow and careful at first, Mulder pulling 
almost all the way out before sliding slowly and deeply back 
inside.  

As the magnitude of this moment hit them however, they both began 
to move more frantically.  Mulder's hips were like pistons, but 
Scully met him thrust for thrust.

Tension coiled low in her belly, and each thrust brought his penis 
into contact with that spot, that sweet ache between her legs.  
Lights danced behind her closed eyelids as she felt the wave build 
and build and build...until it finally crested, throwing her over 
the top.  Her inner muscles gripped his penis like a vise, and she 
screamed his name.

Seconds later Mulder began jerking and pumping, groaning 
continuously, and then with one last long thrust, he came with a 
shout, "SCUH-LEEEE...", emptying himself inside her.  He collapsed 
over her, breathing heavily, his mouth in her neck.

Scully unhooked her ankles and let her legs slide from his hips.  
Mulder shifted so that his weight was no longer crushing her and 
swung onto his back, pulling her on top of him, where she sprawled 
bonelessly.

She pressed a kiss into his shoulder, and felt one of his hands 
stroke up and down her back.  With effort she raised her head to 
look at him.  Their eyes met, and she watched a slow smile curl 
his lips.  "That was..." her voice trailed off.  She couldn't 
think of a word that would do justice.

"Perfect," he finished for her.

Her eyes misted, and her answering smile was a little tremulous, 
but she replied, "Yes, it was."  With that, she lay her head down 
on his chest, just for a moment.  Until her legs stopped their 
trembling and she felt that she could walk on them again.

***

Afterwards, cleaned up and refreshed, they snuggled against the 
pillows on her headboard, sated.  Mulder was again on his back, 
with Scully snuggled up against his side, her head resting on his 
chest, just over his heart.  

She traced tiny circles on his belly while he played with the 
strands of her hair.  They were still nude, the covers pulled to 
Mulder's waist, and up to Scully's chest, their legs entwined 
beneath them.

He had never felt such an overwhelming need to stay in a woman's 
arms as he did right now.  He was perfectly content to lie there 
for hours.  

It felt right.  Perfect.

They dozed off.  

Mulder woke first, thirsty as hell and with a tickle in his nose.  
Scully had moved in her sleep, and her hair lay partially across 
his face, her body sprawled face-up across the bed.  She also 
had the majority of the covers.  Mulder managed to get his arm 
out from underneath her without disturbing her and shifted away 
and up out of the bed.

He smiled tenderly at the picture she presented.  Her glorious hair 
was now spread on her pillow, her face and one small foot peeking 
out from the comforter the only parts of her body visible.  He 
would let her sleep for a while longer, replenish her energy.

She was going to need it.

With a jaunt in his step, Mulder walked naked to the kitchen and 
drank two glasses of water before heading to the bathroom.  He 
completed his business and washed his hands and face, brushing his 
teeth and combing his fingers through his spiky hair, and then 
headed back to the bedroom.  

He paused there, leaning against the doorjamb to stare at the 
woman in the bed.  It was hard to believe that he had been there, 
with her, and would be again.

Scully was stretching beneath the covers, blinking sleepily.  
Hearing or sensing him there, she rose up on her elbows, the 
covers falling slightly and revealing her creamy shoulders.  
"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi, yourself," Mulder returned.  He saw her eyes drop, to where 
he was already hardening again for her, and smiled, quirking his 
eyebrow at her.  He padded over to the bed and slid back under the 
covers to join her.  

She moved easily into his arms, resting her head on his chest 
again.

He kissed the top of her head and drawled, "Soooo...you never 
did tell me about those other dreams."

***

Scully moved one hand beneath the covers, searching for Mulder, 
but she met only empty space, still slightly warm from his body.  
She had obviously fallen asleep, but she had been lying with her 
head resting on his chest.  Where did he go?  

For the briefest of instants she panicked, thinking he had left.  
That he might have thought what had happened between them was 
wrong, or that he had regretted it.  

Just as quickly she pushed the thought aside.  They loved each 
other, and they had shared that love.

Oh, boy had they shared that love.  With a smile of contentment, 
Scully stretched her body fully; her toes curling, and bones 
popping.  There was a slight ache between her thighs, but it was 
a good ache.  An ache of fulfillment and pleasure.  She opened 
her eyes, blinking to clear the sleep from them, and sensed that 
Mulder was there and was watching her.

She rose up a little, propping herself on her elbows and saw him 
leaning against the doorway.  His eyes were intense, heavy-lidded, 
and they sent awareness tingling through her body.  She spoke 
quietly, not wanting to disturb the suddenly charged atmosphere, 
saying, "Hi."

Mulder said, "Hi, yourself," and the way he said it had her breath 
quickening.  Her eyes lowered, taking in his beautiful nude body, 
and saw that he too was reacting to whatever was in the air, his 
penis hardening.  He smiled, raising his eyebrow in that way that 
made her heart flutter, although she had denied that reaction for 
so long, and then he came towards the bed.

He slid in and she moved over quickly into his arms, resting her 
head once more upon his chest.  He smelled wonderful, of male 
sweat and a woodsy pine fragrance, with that quantity that was 
undeniably all Mulder underneath.  

She wanted to take things slow and easy this time, to linger and 
savor his body, and before she could move, felt him kiss the top 
of her head.  She heard his drawled words next, about her other 
dreams, and turning her head slightly, took a nip at his chest, 
just above his nipple.  She used her teeth, and exerted just 
enough pressure to make him yelp in surprise.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed, his body jumping.  "Scuh..."

Her name trailed off as her mouth was now busy lathing the spot 
she had sorely abused, and her hand had slid down his belly to 
lightly stroke his still semi-erect penis.  It immediately pulsed 
beneath her hand, and she smiled against his skin.

He groaned her name this time, his hand sweeping from her shoulders 
to grasp her chin, tilting it upwards for him to capture her lips 
in a bruising kiss.  His tongue swept inside her mouth, and the 
hand on his penis tightened in reaction.  He surged upwards a 
little, thrusting into her hand, and she obliged by sliding it 
slowly up and down his now fully erect member.  His other hand 
was now on her hip, and he tightened his hand there for a moment 
and flipped them, so that she was on her back.  He lay partially 
over her; never having broke their kiss.

This action forced her hand away from him, and she ended up 
running both hands up and down his smooth back.  The hand that had 
been on her hip slid up to cup her breast, the thumb stroking over 
her taut nipple.  He broke free of their kiss and with a swift 
movement had latched onto the nipple with his mouth, sucking 
strongly.

She bucked her hips in reaction, the tugging motion of his lips 
having ignited a trail of pleasure that shot straight between her 
legs, and her movement brought his hip into contact right there.  
She moaned and ground herself against him.  

He released her nipple to whisper, "Did you ever dream of this?"

"Yes..." she admitted, still a little embarrassed about revealing 
her secret dreams and fantasies, despite the wonderful event that 
had transpired between them not long ago.  She gulped in air next 
when his mouth moved steadily downwards; brushing wet kisses over  
her belly.  In seconds he was fully between her legs, his chin 
resting on her pubic bone, staring up at her.

"And this?" he asked, before nuzzling between her curls for a 
second.

She was biting her lip, her entire body tight with tension, waiting 
for him to place his hot mouth over her.  When he made no such move 
she lifted her head to see him regarding her steadily, his hazel 
eyes once more black with desire.  "Mulder..." she mewled, wiggling 
her hips.

"Have you dreamed of this, Scully?" he asked again, his voice a 
seductive whisper, his words a hot breath on her most intimate 
place.

Closing her eyes and letting her head drop back to her pillow, 
she hissed, "Yessss..."

"Yes, what, Scully?" he continued.

He seemed so unaffected, but his hands on her hips were gripping 
her tightly, and she could feel the tension in the lines of his 
body, which was pressed against her open legs.

This knowledge emboldened her, and lifting her head once more to 
meet his burning gaze, said in a sultry voice, "Yes, I have dreamed 
of you lying between my legs.  Dreamed of your tongue dancing over 
my aroused flesh.  Dreamed of you wringing such pleasure from my 
body that I can barely say your name."

His eyes darkened more than she thought possible, the flush on 
his cheeks evidence of the impact of her words, and with that, his 
tongue was suddenly delving between her folds, doing just what 
she had said, dancing over her aroused flesh.

She had meant to say more to tease and arouse, but her breath was 
swept away.  Her head fell back to the pillow again, and her eyes 
squeezed shut, her hips lifting and falling in rhythm, pressing 
herself against his mouth.

She was capable of only one thought.  

God bless his sunflower seeds and his oral fixation.

The pleasure she had said he would wring from her body was 
rapidly building to a crescendo, her hip movements more frantic, 
her hands clenched tightly in his hair.  She could hear herself, 
moaning and sighing.

It swirled, tighter and tighter, faster and faster, and then she 
was over the top, body exploding with exquisite pleasure.

She had been wrong though.  She had been able to say his name, 
had screamed it in fact, long and loud, her head thrashing back 
and forth on the pillow, heels digging deep into the mattress.

Mulder held her tightly as she came down, his cheek resting on 
her lower belly, as little aftershocks continued to ripple 
tthrough her body.  He rubbed his face against her and then she 
sensed he was looking at her again.  She managed to pry her eyes 
open and angled her head on the pillow to see him, unable to 
lift it.

He had a pleased, 'cat the got the canary' smile on his face and 
once he saw that she was looking back at him, he said, "You like?"

Smug bastard, she thought lovingly.  If she had any energy, she'd 
do something about it, reciprocate in kind.  That was another one 
of her fantasies; only it was usually in their office, while he 
sat at his desk.  She'd share it with him, one of these days.  

For now, she summoned the strength to roll her eyes at him and 
say, "No, not at all."

Liar, his eyes said, dancing with suppressed laughter.  He 
pressed a kiss on her belly and crawled slowly upwards, his hot 
penis nudging firmly against her hip as he lowered himself onto 
her.

She shifted automatically, cradling him between her legs.  Her 
body still pulsed with the incredible orgasm he had given her, 
and he slid easily inside, groaning with pleasure.

His thrusts were languid and gentle, letting her ease into the 
rhythm her body instinctively matched.  Wrapping her arms around 
his back, feeling his crinkly chest hairs teasing her nipples, 
she slowly ran her hands down to grasp his ass.  His movements 
picked up, the thrusts coming harder and faster, rocking her 
against the mattress.  She spread her legs wide, tilting her 
pelvis, and felt his pubic bone bumping her clit.  She began to 
wiggle a little, each time he thrust, intensifying the feeling, 
and thrusting upwards.

Mulder had his face buried in her neck, his breaths hot beneath 
her ear, and he groaned suddenly, "I'm coming, Scully, oh, 
God, Scully."

He began thrusting frantically, and she matched his pace, 
feeling the pleasure building inside again.  She gasped out,
"Come for me, Mulder."

With one last hard thrust, he did, gasping, 
"LoveyouScullyohGodthatfeelssogoodScullyloveyou."

She followed seconds later, her inner walls contracting and 
pulsing, and cried, "Mulder!  Oh, God, Mulder I love you."

They continued to move for long moments, her arms now tight 
around his waist, holding him to her, one of his arms under 
her shoulder, the other hand fisted in her hair.  Panting, he 
lifted his head from her neck and met her lips in a sweet kiss, 
before rolling onto his side and pulling her onto hers, their 
bodies still joined.

Eventually, her pulse slowed and her breath returned to normal.  
His penis slipped out, leaving a slight burning sensation 
between her legs, and with a little groan, she pulled reluctantly 
away from him.  

He groaned too, rolling onto his back, one hand scratching his 
chest.  

She sat up and leaning over him, pressing one more kiss on his 
lips before rising.  She stretched up on her toes, her arms above 
her head, comfortable with her nudity.

He lifted his head, punching the pillow into shape beneath him 
and propped himself on it, watching her slip into her robe.  
Huskily he said, "Where you going?"

Scully felt her cheeks redden.  It had been so long since there 
had been a man in her bed, and after-sex etiquette was a distant 
memory. Despite being unconcerned about being naked before him, 
she was embarrassed to say she needed to clean herself up, and 
instead said, "I'm thirsty.  Do you want anything?"

Mulder's eyes were knowing, and he smiled gently.  "Sure.  
Water, please."

She smiled back, the embarrassment easing, and was just turning 
to go when his next words halted her.  

"Love you, Scully."

She paused, the smile still on her face and tilting her head 
slightly to the side to regard him, replied, "I know."  She said 
the words calmly, matter-of-factly, secure in the knowledge that 
it was the truth.  "I love you too."  She turned and walked to 
the door.  Her bones felt loose, her entire body relaxed and 
replete. 

About to pass over the threshold, she had a thought, a variation 
on the fantasy in his office, and what he had done to her, and 
she paused, turning without turning to face him, her hand resting 
on the doorjamb.  "I thought of another dream, Mulder."

He cleared his throat and said, "Yes?"

She smiled slowly, although he couldn't see it.  

"In this one, I fellate you until you scream."

Dead silence.

Gotcha, she thought, and sauntered off down the hallway.

***

end Part 16 of 29