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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, reference
                  to incest, and graphic sex.




Revenge Part 17 of 29
by Lovesfox



Scully's Apartment
Georgetown, D.C.
Monday
10:45 pm


Mulder felt Scully pull away from him with a little groan, and 
couldn't contain a groan of his own as he rolled onto his back.  
His hand went to his chest, where his heart was finally slowing.  
He had felt like it was going to burst free for a moment there 
as he had felt the ripples of Scully's release burst through her, 
her inner muscles clenching and pulling at his cock just seconds 
after his own explosive orgasm, milking him for all its worth.  

He could still hear her husky voice saying, "Come for me, Mulder," 
in his ear and it was almost enough to have his blood stirring 
anew.

Almost.

He just needed a little rest; his eyes were already slipping 
closed.  He hoped Scully didn't think this was the stereotypical 
male behavior, rolling over and falling asleep after sex.  

Mind-blowing sex, he corrected himself.  He was about to force 
himself to move, to gather her into his arms, see if she was 
interested in a nap, when she kissed him on the lips.  The bed 
shifted then and he pried his eyes open to see her standing by 
the side of the bed, stretching her gloriously naked body.

With the last vestiges of his energy, he managed to maneuver a 
pillow more comfortably beneath his head, and as she put her 
robe on, ask, "Where you going?"

The blush that stained her cheeks and the almost bashful 
expression in her eyes filled him in.  He should have thought of 
it really, Scully was a very fastidious person.  And still very 
shy with him, even after all they had shared, both emotionally 
and physically. He had some work ahead of him, he knew.  

At Scully's response, asking him if he wanted anything, he held 
back the automatic response that was on the tip of his tongue, 
'You', and said, "Sure.  Water, please."

Her smile was pleased, and as she turned to go, he called after 
her, feeling this sudden need to reassure, to reconnect.  "Love 
you, Scully."

She had stopped in her tracks, and was looking at him with such 
a tender expression, the smile still on her lips.  Her answer 
went straight to his heart.  "I know."  No hesitation, no doubt. 
"I love you too."

He decided he could keep his eyes open a little longer, watching 
the play of silk over her hips and ass, and was sleepily recalling 
the feel of her body beneath his hands when she stopped at the 
doorway.  He watched her lean an arm on the trim around it, 
without facing him, and then she said, "I thought of another 
dream, Mulder."

He perked up slightly at the mention of dreams, thinking of the 
only one she had thus far admitted to, after some coercing, and 
after clearing his throat, said, "Yes?"

And then he heard words coming from Dana Scully's mouth that he had 
never imagined hearing outside of some of the many fantasies he had 
that involved his beautiful partner.  Who was now his lover.

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

Sweet Jesus.  His air, his higher thought, all motor function was 
suddenly gone.  And before he could react, so was she.

An image popped in his head, so vivid, so real, that he had to suck 
in a desperate gulp of air.  It was of Scully on her knees before 
him, her wet mouth sliding slowly up and down his cock as his hands 
clenched frantically in her hair, his head thrown back to lie 
against the back of his office chair.

All the energy he had thought was gone suddenly surged to life.  
He scrambled to free himself of the covers that were clinging to his 
body like desperate grasping hands, and for the second time in less 
then a week, Mulder found himself falling off of Scully's bed.

He landed on his shoulder first, hitting the hardwood floor with a 
thud and a groan, and then his knees followed, twin bolts of pain 
lancing up his legs, but he didn't care.  He found his feet and 
bounded out of her room and was headed down the hall to the kitchen 
when the light from the bathroom stopped him.  He skidded to a halt 
in the open door, startling Scully, who dropped the wet cloth she 
had been holding with an audible plop on the counter.

"Mulder!" she exclaimed.  "You scared me!"  Her hand was now at 
her throat, her chest rapidly rising and falling.

"I..." he started to say, but his tongue felt tied.  She was 
standing there without her robe, her nipples already hardening 
under his gaze, and as he ran his eyes feverishly over her body, 
he could see the mark he had given her on her collarbone.  The 
sight of it aroused him further, and with a growl, he was beside 
her and hauling her up on her tiptoes to meet his lips in an 
almost bruising kiss.

Her hands went to his shoulders first, as if she were going to 
push him away, and then with a muffled groan, she was winding her 
arms around his neck and returning the kiss with equal fervor.  
Her tongue swooped inside his mouth, and he met it with his.  
One of her legs was suddenly around his thighs, pulling him 
tightly into the juncture of her body.

He slid his hands from arms down to her hips, and then along to 
the leg that was still on the ground.  He gripped her thigh 
firmly and lifted her leg, encouraging her to wrap that one 
around him as well.  He shifted her upwards, so that both her 
legs now encircled his waist and staggered over to the counter,
his lips never leaving hers.

He set her down on top of the counter, feeling her jerk in his 
arms as her bare flesh met its cool surface, and with a swivel 
of his hips, slid his cock inside her waiting wetness.  His 
thrusts were hard and fast, and he was forced to release her 
lips in order to gulp in air, little grunts escaping with each 
push.  

Scully's head fell back, the ends of her hair just brushing his 
hand where it lay on her back, supporting them both.  He turned 
his head slightly, his mouth open against her throat, and began 
chanting her name.

Her hands were on his ass, her nails digging into his flesh, 
pushing him into her as she surged her body forward to meet each 
of his thrusts.  She was gasping his name as well, a litany, 
interspersed between her ragged breaths.

It was over in minutes, and he felt his orgasm from the tips of
his toes to his balls, gasping her name.  She crested almost on 
top of his, and he managed to raise his head and open his eyes 
to see the most beautiful sight before him.

Scully's face screwed up in such intense pleasure, her teeth biting 
her lip as she came.  Her head was still thrown back, the tendons 
of her neck taut, and he couldn't resist the lure, lowering his 
head to nuzzle at her throat before drawing one of the tendons in 
his mouth and sucking deeply.

His hips were still jerking periodically, but they finally 
stilled.  He heard Scully groan and released the flesh in his mouth, 
placing a soothing kiss there before raising his head once more.  

Her legs unwound from his, dropping to hang on either side of him, 
and she straightened slowly, the flush of arousal still high on her 
cheeks.

Their gazes locked, her eyes wide with shock, surprise and 
completion.  "Jesus, Mulder," she said weakly.  "What the hell was 
that?"  She blinked and then added, "Not that I'm complaining."

He let his hands slide from her back to her hips and with a slight 
heaving motion, lifted her off the counter.  

She wobbled a little when her feet hit the ground, and he left 
his hands where they were, to steady her.

She smiled ruefully and said, "Although my body might tomorrow."

He felt shame wash over him, hard on the heels on his pleasure, 
and as if she had sensed his withdrawal, she leaned forward and 
pressed a kiss on his chest.  

"Mulder," she whispered.  "That was incredible."  She raised her 
head to meet his eyes, smiling at him.  "Incredible," she 
repeated.

Relief came next, followed by an enormous sense of pride.  
"Incredible, huh?" he asked, unable to control the smirk that 
flitted over his lips.

"Don't get cocky," she murmured, slapping his chest where she 
had kissed him.

"I just did," he returned, giving her a grin with teeth.  "And 
you said it was incredible," he reminded her, waggling his 
eyebrows up and down.

"I may live to regret it," she snapped good-naturedly.  She 
stretched as she stood in the loose circle of his arms.  "What 
was that all about?" she then asked.

"*That*," he said, "Was all about a certain activity a certain 
G-woman tossed at me just a few minutes ago."  He moved one hand 
from her hip to her rear, where he gave her a little pinch, 
gaining himself a startled jump and a gasp of indignation.  
"An activity I hope to hold her too."

Scully ducked her head down, a fall of hair swooping over her 
face to hide her from his view, and whispered something so low 
he could not catch her words.

Mulder placed a finger on her chin and lifted until she met his gaze 
again.  Her cheeks were stained with embarrassment again.  "I didn't 
quite catch that," he told her.

"I said, I can't believe I actually said that to you," Scully said, 
her voice rising slightly on the end.  Her eyes flitted from his to 
his mouth, still finding it hard to look him in the eye.

"I'm glad you did," he said huskily.  "It's been one of my fantasies 
for a very long time."  His finger left her chin to stroke along her 
cheek, before running over her lips, which parted at his action.  He 
leaned down and kissed her lightly on the mouth before releasing her 
and backing up.  "Why don't you get cleaned up?  It's pretty late 
and you need to get your rest."  He waggled his eyebrows again, 
hoping she would catch the intended meaning behind his words.

She did, naturally, shaking her head slightly and then smiling.  She 
was still blushing, but she managed to say, "So do you," in a very 
seductive tone.  With that, she turned from him and reached over to 
turn the sink taps on.

He slapped her on the bottom lightly and padded from the room, 
heading to the kitchen.  He was thirsty again.  He drank a full 
glass of water before refilling his glass and pouring one for 
Scully.  

By the time he returned to the bathroom, she was just exiting it, 
her robe on, the belt tied loosely at her waist.  He handed her 
the two glasses and said, "I'll be right there."  She nodded, 
brushed a kiss on his shoulder, and left the bathroom to him.

He whistled as he cleaned up, and couldn't help grinning as he 
caught his reflection in the mirror.  He looked happy, he thought.  

Because you are happy, he told himself.  Extremely happy.  
Finishing, he flicked the light switch off and made his way back to 
Scully's bedroom.

To Scully.

She had left one lamp on, at a low setting, and was lying on her 
side facing the middle of the bed.  She had straightened up the mess 
he had made of the bedclothes, and they were drawn down invitingly 
on what he guessed was now known as 'his side'.  The covers were to 
her waist, and he could see that she had found a tee shirt to put 
on.  He searched the floor for a few minutes, but could not see his 
clothes anywhere.

Scully said softly, "On the chair."  

She had obviously been watching him, and he looked up to see that 
she was still on her side, but propped on one elbow, watching him 
with an amused expression on her face.  

He grinned at her, a grin she returned, and retrieved his briefs 
from the chair where she had neatly folded his jeans.  He did not 
see his tee shirt anywhere, and realized with another smile that it 
was his that Scully was wearing.  The thought pleased him to no end, 
sending a warm feeling throughout his body.  He stepped into the 
briefs and slid into bed, feeling like he was home.

Scully reached out to touch his face, drawing him to her for a long 
kiss, before turning on her other side and wiggling her butt.  He 
smiled again and spooned himself around her body, resting his arm on 
her waist, his hand immediately snaking under her tee shirt to curl 
loosely around her breast.

They both sighed in contentment, and were asleep in minutes.

***

As she held her hand under the running water, waiting for it to 
warm, Scully looked at herself in the mirror above the sink, 
preening just slightly.  

Her skin glowed, and her eyes were shining.  Her hair was sexily 
tousled, a look she could never achieve with a curling iron and 
hairspray.  She smiled and thought, I look like I have been well 
and thoroughly fucked.  For indeed she had been.

After her initial start when Mulder had loomed in the bathroom 
doorway, she had glanced down his body to see that he was once 
again gloriously erect.  Her heart had started pounding anew, 
and between her legs, a steady pulse had begun, the moisture of 
new arousal already pooling.  

She had had only seconds to marvel at Mulder's admirable 
recuperation and stamina, thinking to herself, My God that's 
three erections in less than two hours, before he had crossed the 
small space between them and hauled her into his arms for a deep, 
almost painful kiss, his teeth pressing hard against her lips.

She remembered bringing her arms up, unsure as to whether she had
meant to push him back a little to ease the pressure on her mouth, 
or to grip him tightly to her.  And then his tongue had been in 
her mouth, and she had lost all thought.

It had been quick, and almost rough, and very, very erotic.  She 
had had previous lovers, naturally, probably not as many in her 
past as in Mulder's, but she had never before had sex on a bathroom 
sink.  

In fact would never have imagined such a place.  The bathtub yes, 
and certainly the shower, but the sink?  She smiled to herself and 
thought, since when had she and Mulder done anything expected or 
normal? 

Look how long it had taken them to get this far, a step taken 
almost out of desperation and fear.  Certainly not the way she had 
dreamed their love life would evolve.  

She pushed the somewhat disheartening thoughts aside and let her 
eyes drift shut as she went over their joining on the counter again 
in her mind, reliving the sensations.  His hands on her butt, 
lifting her to the counter, the momentary shock at its coldness, 
his hot, hard cock sliding inside where she was wet and ready, his 
mouth at her neck, sucking at her skin. 

Her eyes opened and drifted down to that spot, seeing the faint 
beginnings of a hickey, to match the one on her collarbone.  One 
finger lifted almost lazily and traced them both.  Mulder had marked 
her.  

And she was proud of those marks.

She realized with a start that the water was actually quite hot, 
and adjusted the taps before taking the cloth she had used earlier 
and rinsing it thoroughly.  She washed herself, wincing slightly at 
the burn between her legs, before rinsing the cloth out again and 
wringing it dry.  She laid it aside for a moment and then washed 
her face and brushed her teeth.  After patting her face with a hand 
towel, she applied her moisturizer and ran a brush through her hair 
with sure strokes.  Returning the brush to its spot, she put the 
cloth in the hamper and then shrugged into her robe, tying the sash 
loosely.

She turned to exit the bathroom and Mulder was there, holding what 
looked like glasses of water.  He handed them to her, saying softly, 
"I'll be right there."  Feeling their icy chill against her fingers, 
she kissed him on the shoulder and headed to the bedroom.

She drank half of one of the glasses, the water easing her parched 
throat, and then put both glasses down on the night table.  As the 
sounds of Mulder splashing in the sink filled her ears, she tidied 
up her bedroom, finding the clothes they had strewn about in their 
haste to disrobe.  Hers went into the laundry bag hanging inside her 
closet.  

Mulder's tee shirt felt soft, and she imagined she could almost feel 
the residual warmth from his body in the cotton threads.  She lifted 
it to her nose, and inhaled essence of Mulder.  With a smile, she 
shed her robe, laying it neatly at the end of her bed, and slipped 
the tee shirt over her head.  

It fell to mid-thigh, wrapping her in a personal Mulder-blanket.  A 
clean pair of panties was next, and then she finished picking up the 
rest of the clothes, folding Mulder's jeans and briefs neatly and 
placing them on the chair in the corner.

Her next move was to straighten the bedclothes, which were hanging 
off one side of the bed.  She shook her head because she didn't 
remember them getting that disheveled, and pulled them back into 
place.  Pillow fluffing was next, and when everything was orderly 
again, she slipped into the bed, making sure the covers were folded 
back for Mulder on his side.

Lying on her side, facing where he would soon be, she snuggled into 
her pillow, loving how it smelled of him.  Her body was sore, but it 
was a good sore, one of satisfying physical exercise.  With a smirk 
she thought, very satisfying.  She yawned then, and tacked on, and 
exhausting.

She felt Mulder come in the room then, like she had built in Mulder-
radar, and propped herself on one elbow to watch him.  He seemed to 
be searching the floor, and with a smile she realized he was looking 
for his clothes.  She spoke softly.  "On the chair."

He met her gaze and grinned at her, and she grinned back, watching
him go to the chair and pick up his briefs.  He smiled again, and 
she just knew he had realized she was wearing his tee shirt, and 
was pleased. After slipping the briefs on, he climbed into bed 
with her.  

She lifted her hand and laid it on his cheek, leaning over to place 
a lingering kiss on his lips, before turning her back to him and 
wiggling her backside in what she hoped he took as an invitation 
to spoon.

He did indeed, his chest warm against her back, his hand coming up 
to lie over her waist, sliding under his tee-shirt to pass over her 
belly in a tickling caress to cup her breast.  

She sighed with happiness, hearing and feeling his answering sigh, 
and closed her eyes to let sleep take her away.

***

4:00 am

Scully woke suddenly, her eyes automatically going to the bright red 
numbers of her alarm clock.  Her eyes widened a little as she saw 
the time, and then she realized with growing pleasure that she had 
not had a single nightmare.  Instead, her sleep had been filled with 
dreams of Mulder.  Or, more specifically, dreams of she and Mulder 
in a variety of places and positions.

Dana Scully, you are a wanton hussy, she told herself, and then 
smiled in the darkness.  She was, but only for Mulder.  

Her mind slipped into the past again, remembering long ago lovers.  
Then, her age and her slowly emerging sexuality had exhibited 
themselves in a sea of exploration and experimentation that had 
settled as she had matured.  

Over the years, she had learned and become comfortable with her 
body's needs and desires, and catered to them when possible, ever 
mindful of the complexities of her heart.  Her health and safety 
were second nature to her, drummed into her not only by her mother, 
who as a devout Catholic still gave her children the freedom to 
grow and to choose, but also by her teachings and experiences in 
medical school, and later in the FBI.

She realized now though, that she had begun to suppress the natural 
urges of her body during her partnership with Mulder, and wondered 
if it was her subconscious desire that Mulder would show some sign 
that he felt the same way, or perhaps initiate a deeper level in 
their slowly evolving relationship.  Of course, he hadn't, nor had 
she, but they had become something more than just friends.

Until now.

Although she regretted the instances that had led them to this 
point, most particularly her ordeal with Elliot Andercott as the 
final catalyst, at the same time she had to be grateful for them as 
well, for they had forced their hands, and moved them to the place 
they had both wanted to be.

And what a place it was.  That thought had her rolling over to face 
her lover.  The word had such beautiful meaning behind it, and it 
felt amazing to think it, let alone say it out loud.  

My lover.  

Mulder is my lover.  It cause goosebumps to rise on her skin, and 
sent a shiver down her spine.  It also sent awareness and desire 
coursing through her veins.

She propped herself on an elbow again, regarding her lover.  Mulder 
lay sprawled on his back, his head turned slightly on the pillow, 
facing her.  His mouth was open, and tiny snores were emitted.  The 
covers were to his waist, and if she craned her neck, she could see 
one bare leg free from its confines.  

Moonlight splashed over his supine figure, making his skin glow 
almost silver.  His face was relaxed in sleep, the most relaxed she 
had ever seen it, and a surge of pride went through her, knowing it 
was she who had made him so.

Although she was loathe to disturb his slumber, for he had gotten 
little over the last few days, and knowing him, next to none while 
she had been missing, she could not help reaching out to gently 
whisk the blankets off of his body.  

She let her eyes roam from his pouty lips, along his lightly furred 
chest, pausing briefly at his rather impressively sized manhood, 
even while flaccid, snug in his boxer-briefs, before continuing down 
his long swimmer's legs to his skinny feet.  

His skinny, big feet, she amended, smiling as she remembered the 
old saying, 'big hands, big feet, big...' Of course, there was also 
the one about big noses, and Mulder certainly had that one covered 
as well.  

After flicking a glance at the appendage in question her eyes 
returned to his groin.  She realized she was licking her lips, and 
was embarrassed for a brief moment before she realized she was also 
getting aroused.  Her comment from earlier, about making him scream 
popped in her head, and with an impish smile, she moved carefully 
into position.  

Mulder shifted a little as she climbed between his legs, mumbling 
something that might have been her name, and she froze, looking at 
his face.  It was still slack with his slumber, so she relaxed, took 
a deep breath, and carefully eased his briefs down and off his body, 
tossing them to the floor.

She kept her tongue strokes light, moving along his length, and 
after maybe a minute of her ministrations, was rewarded by a 
twitch.  Encouraged, she swirled her tongue around the head, and 
Mulder shifted again.  His breathing hitched, and his head moved 
restlessly on the pillow.  He was becoming erect, so she moved one 
hand to cradle his balls, squeezing them gently.  This time he 
moaned a little, but still did not wake.

Scully intensified her actions, first tracing her tongue up and 
down his burgeoning length, and then engulfing it completely in her 
mouth.  She hollowed her cheeks and sucked gently, his leg muscles 
tensing beneath her upper arms, where they rested.  Her head began 
to bob as she moved her mouth up and down his cock, and moments 
later she heard a gasp, followed by Mulder hoarsely crying her 
name.

His hands were in her hair then, thankfully not pulling or guiding 
her, just holding her.  She smiled around his penis and continued 
her motions.  

Mulder was speaking again, a long stream of words running 
together,"HolyshitScullythatfeelssogoodpleasedon'tstopohScullyIlove
youohshit," and his hips were now thrusting himself deeper into her 
mouth.

She forced herself to relax her throat muscles, and a second later 
had succeeded in deep throating him.  She had never before wanted to 
go this far for any man, and was only semi-enthusiastic about giving 
blowjobs to begin with.  For Mulder though, she was willing to do 
and try almost everything.

He groaned low and deep, and as his sperm spewed into her mouth, he 
did indeed scream.  Long and loud.

She bathed him with her tongue, as his hands unclenched from her 
hair, and then kissed her way up his body until her head rested on 
his chest.  She nuzzled there for a moment and pressed a last kiss 
on his breast, before yawning deeply.

"Oh, Scully." Mulder had apparently found his breath again, and she 
smiled, keeping her eyes closed.  "Now I'm the one that has to say 
incredible."  He kissed the top of her head, his hand stroking up 
and down her back.  "You are amazing.  Thank-you."

Scully said sleepily, "Welcome.  Night, Mulder."  She yawned again 
and managed to add, "Love you," before drifting back to sleep.  

She did not hear his returning avowal of love.

***

Tuesday
7:43 am

Mulder rubbed his face in the pillow beneath him, Scully's scent 
surrounding him.  The thought of her brought a smile to his lips, 
and he reached out with one hand to touch her, his eyes still 
closed.  His fingers met nothing.  His eyes popped open and he sat 
up quickly, searching the room.  

It was empty, sunlight streaming through the partially open 
curtains.  He turned his head to look at Scully's alarm clock and 
gaped in surprise at the time.  He had been an early riser all his 
life, even as a child, and only rarely could he be found still in 
bed after six o'clock.  

Scully was probably in the kitchen making coffee, he knew what a 
bear she could be until she had her first caffeine jolt. He could 
go for a cup himself, but he didn't feel like getting up just yet.  
He fell back onto his pillow, stretching his body again, with his 
hands above his head, feeling his toes curl, and had another 
realization.  He felt wonderful.  The previous night had been the 
best sleep he had had in years.

It had been because of Scully.  

He was not thinking of just their physical activities either, 
although having some of the best sex of your life certainly helped.  

Having sex period helped, he amended with a rueful smile, thinking 
of the lack in that department for the last few years.  The smile 
stayed in place, becoming almost wistful as his thoughts returned 
to the night before.  He knew his peaceful sleep, this total feeling 
of ease that was still with him was because he and Scully had shared 
more than their bodies; they had shared their hearts and their 
souls.  

As FBI partners and friends they already had a special connection, 
a bond, and now that bond transcended anything he had ever known, 
or had hoped to know.

His mind flicked back to the erotic dream he had been having, of 
Scully pleasuring him with her mouth, and how he had awoken to 
discover it was no dream, but an actuality.  

Mulder Junior stirred anew as he recalled every moment of that 
actuality.  He also could not help but wonder where Scully had 
developed that particular talent, and wondered if she would get 
angry if he asked her.  Probably, he thought, and decided he 
would wait on asking that question for now.

One last stretch and he slid out of the bed, spying his briefs 
on the floor.  He smiled again.  He hadn't even felt Scully's 
nimble fingers removing them in the middle of the night. He left 
them there for a moment, going to his opened overnight bag in the 
corner.  He fished around it, found a pair of clean boxers, the 
last pair actually, and slipped them on.  He then shrugged into 
the second to last clean tee shirt and went back to the briefs 
on the floor.  He scooped them up, thinking he needed to talk to 
Scully about laundry, and going to his place to get some more 
clothes and took them to her hamper in the bathroom.

As he performed his morning ablutions, his mind continued to 
think.  Their discussion about him staying at her place had not 
really been that in-depth, had actually been him stating he was 
and she surprisingly not disagreeing.  He did think however that 
she more than likely assumed the situation was temporary, or had 
at least in the beginning.  He was not sure what her thoughts 
were on the subject now.  

He only knew he did not want it to be temporary.  Something else 
they needed to discuss.  Not yet though, he knew they were both 
going to be rather timid in feeling their way around this new 
development in their relationship.

Mulder flicked a glance at Scully's tub as he left the bathroom 
to head to the kitchen.  He had the image of Scully covered in 
dissipating bubbles and candlelight permanently stored away in 
his mind, and could not wait to reenact the moment, only with 
one addition - himself.  Maybe he could talk her into doing so 
right now.

He could smell the coffee now as he neared the kitchen, and when 
he walked in, he saw Scully was busy pouring herself a cup.  She 
was in her robe, the terrycloth one this time, and had her back 
to him.  He went into stealth mode, making his way over to her as 
she returned the coffee pot to its holder.  

As she reached for the sugar dish, he snaked his hands around her 
waist and hauled her into his body, his mouth immediately nuzzling 
her neck.  "Morning," he rumbled into her warm skin, inhaling once 
again the scent that was Scully.  His nose had to be directly 
connected to his groin, for his earlier excitement upon waking 
immediately responded again.

She had tensed as soon as his hands touched her, gasping slightly,
but she relaxed a second later, her head tilting to give him better 
access.  Her hands dropped to his arms and squeezed. "Morning," she 
whispered back.  She wiggled slightly, her rear brushing Mulder 
Junior, who returned her greeting with enthusiasm. 

"I see you're...up," she continued, her voice husky.

"Scuh-lee!" he said with delight, moving his hips in little 
circles.  "My morning motto has always been 'up and at'em'," he 
continued in a leering tone.  "Wanna get at'em?"  As he was 
speaking, he allowed one hand to slide from her waist to splay 
over her abdomen, his fingers just brushing the top of her mound 
and pushing her rear end more firmly into his erection.

"Mmmmmulder," she moaned out, hips jolting upwards beneath his 
hand.  "I'm all yucky.  I haven't had a shower, and my hair's a 
mess."  

Her voice had gone just the slightest bit whiny, but he knew 
she was not fishing for compliments.  He also fervently hoped she 
was not pulling back, rebuilding the walls that kept him out.  
Her teasing rejoinder had been a good sign, albeit a surprising 
one, and he did not want it to go away.  He would not push her 
into making love, if she truly did not want to right now, he 
would go quietly and take care of things.  It had become somewhat 
of a routine in the last few years - getting excited by Scully 
or thoughts of Scully, and having to deal with that excitement 
on his own.

He would not, however, let her shut him out.  He wondered 
suddenly, does she need reassurance?  Had doubts taken over, as she 
stood alone in the kitchen?  He had been plagued by the doubt 
monster a time or two himself in the past, and even more recently 
after they had declared their love.  He knew they both were guilty 
of hiding their emotions and keeping things to themselves, and 
that they would both have to work on being more open.  Starting 
now.

He gripped her by the hips and spun her around in his arms, 
pushing her into the counter.  He ran his eyes over her, seeing 
the riotous curls her hair had become, the pale skin dotted with 
freckles that were normally concealed by her makeup, and her full 
lips, bare of lipstick.  Her robe gaped open, and he could see she 
still wore his tee shirt.  It looked way better on her.  He rubbed 
his nose over hers in an Eskimo kiss and then said softly, "You 
look beautiful.  All rumpled and sexy."

A pleased blush stained her cheeks as she mumbled, "Flatterer."  
Her hands, which had gone behind her to steady herself against the 
counter when he had turned her around so quickly, now slid up his 
arms to his shoulders.  "It just might get you somewhere," she said 
next, before pressing a kiss to his jaw.

Mulder cupped her face with his hands, lifting her head to meet 
his gaze, his expression serious.  "It's not flattery, Scully," he 
said slowly and deliberately.  "It's the truth."

Scully melted.  

That was the only word he could find to describe her reaction to 
his words.  Her eyes, her face, everything about her went soft, and 
then she was rising on her tiptoes to capture his lips.

He enjoyed it for long moments before pulling back to study her 
face.  

Her eyes had closed as their lips had met, but she opened them when 
he broke their kiss, a look of confusion obvious in their blue 
depths.  He ran one thumb over her cheekbone, saying, "Scully..." He 
paused, struggling to find the words.  "You would tell me if 
something were bothering you, right?  If you don't want to make 
love, we don't have to."

"Oh, Mulder," she replied, her hands lifting to lie on top of his, 
still cradling her face.  "I want to.  Very much."  Her eyes 
dipped, a frown line appearing between her brows.  "It just scared 
me a little, that's all.  How much I want you.  All the time."  
She tried to smile, her eyes meeting his again. "I'm not used 
to...all this.  To being with someone, to wanting and loving so 
much."

The grip around his heart eased suddenly, and he let out a relieved 
breath.  He also recognized the feeling behind her answer.  He felt 
it himself, he just hadn't realized it.  His shoulders had tensed 
when she had said she was scared, and he let them relax.  "It's new 
to me too, Scully," he said.  "I have never felt this deeply about 
another human being in my life, and it scares me."  He smiled then 
and continued.  "It thrills me at the same time."

Her answering smile was more genuine, lighting her eyes.  "We are 
a pair, aren't we, Mulder?" she asked.  She used her fingers to 
grip his hands and pull them away from her face, clasping one hand 
in hers and letting the other go, and started out of the kitchen, 
tugging him along.  "I'm pretty sure you said something about 
getting at'em," she remarked.  "I think I'm..."

Her words turned to a shriek of surprise as he scooped her up in 
his arms and carried her down the hallway to her bedroom.

***

7:43 am

Scully stared almost unseeing at the counter top, waiting for the 
coffee to finish percolating.  She did not know why, but she had 
fallen into melancholy, her mind whirling with thoughts.  She was 
not having regrets, exactly, but she was very confused.  

When she had woken up, just before 7:30, she had lain there for 
long moments, watching Mulder sleep.  The rhythmic rise and fall 
of his chest, the slight fluttering behind closed lids.  Did he 
dream of her?  Or was he somewhere chasing aliens?  She had hoped 
it was the former.  

She had also remembered many stolen moments doing just that, 
watching Mulder sleep, on airplanes where he stretched out over 
vacant seats, in cars as they headed to their next case or even on 
stakeouts, and a few rare times when he had allowed himself to need 
her nearby.

Her feelings at each of those times had been similar to the ones 
she felt as she lay beside him on her bed-tenderness, the urge to 
protect, desire, love.  Yet intensified a thousand fold, and far 
more terrifying. On top of those other feelings she had also been 
swamped by an almost overwhelming need to be alone.  

So she had slipped silently out of the bed, found her terrycloth 
robe and put it on, and after a brief stop in the bathroom, went 
to the kitchen.

She had always been an intensely private person, even as a child, 
and opened up very rarely and with difficulty.  Having shared so 
much of herself with Mulder, even though she had wanted to, and 
seen the need to do so, had hit her suddenly.  As if the walls 
around her heart had crumbled, leaving her defenseless.  Open 
to attack.  Vulnerable.

She did not like feeling this way, for it seemed like a betrayal 
to them both, or to their love.  The more she thought about it 
though, she knew the walls had needed to come down, to finally 
let Mulder in.  And that was what was frightening her so.  The 
vulnerability brought on not only by having let him in, but at 
the sudden realization of how much she wanted and needed him to 
be there.

It was a hard fact to face after years of being alone by choice, 
and one she was obviously having a hard time adjusting to.

Part of her hoped Mulder would wake up and come find her, tease 
her out of this state, while the rest of her wanted him to stay 
asleep awhile longer to let her have some solitude.  

She moved automatically about her kitchen, getting her favorite 
mug and a spoon, setting out the cream and sugar, the aroma of 
the brewing coffee filling her senses.

She sighed heavily, wishing that she were able to just turn her 
mind off for a while, and not think at all.  Wishing she could 
take that final step and turn herself around, go back to her bed 
where the man she loved lay sleeping and join him, to revel in
their togetherness.  

The coffee was finally ready, and reaching for the pot, she 
poured her mug almost full before returning the pot to its holder.  
Just as she reached for the sugar dish, hands were suddenly around 
her waist, a firm body pressing against her back and warm lips at 
her neck.  Mulder.  She had not heard him approach, and even 
though she knew it was he, she could not help the momentary 
tensing of her body or the gasp that escaped.

He spoke into her neck, mumbling, "Morning," and the vibrations 
of his voice against her skin sent shivers down her spine.  It also 
brought her into closer contact with a certain part of his anatomy 
that seemed very happy to see her.

In an effort to pull herself from the abyss of doubt and fear she 
had let herself fall into, Scully placed her hands on top of his, 
and squeezed, whispering, "Morning."  She then wiggled back further 
into his embrace, brushing her rear into his groin and tried her 
hand at a little innuendo.  

"I see you're...up," she murmured, surprised at the huskiness of 
her voice.

Mulder was of course thrilled with her wittiness.  Not only could 
she feel the physical evidence firming even more against her 
backside, but she could also hear it in his voice, in the way he 
said her name, long and drawn-out, emphasizing both syllables.  
And par for the course, he had an immediate comeback.  

A smile flicked across her face at his 'morning motto', and the 
hand he slid down to rest on her lower belly had her quivering. 
At the same time she wondered if making love right now was really 
the solution to what had been plaguing her since arising from bed.  
Maybe it was time to talk some more; to tell him what else was 
in her heart.  

She hadn't meant to moan his name, but she did, his hand on her 
having its desired effect.  She struggled to keep her next words 
level.  "I'm all yucky.  I haven't had a shower, and my hair's a 
mess."  Was that a whine in her voice?  She hadn't meant there to 
be.

Mulder's hands were on her hips then, spinning her around to face
him.  

She gripped the counter behind her to steady herself and stared at 
him.  There was no sign of the teasing lothario of seconds ago; his 
face was serious, intent, as his eyes scanned her features.  

He surprised her with a tender Eskimo kiss, and then said, "You 
look beautiful.  All rumpled and sexy."

The words went straight to her groin, after a brief detour to her 
heart.

"Flatterer," she said quietly, unbelievably pleased by the simple 
compliment. She placed her hands on his forearms and slid them up 
to his shoulders.  "It just might get you somewhere," she continued,
and kissed his jaw.

His next sentences passed by in an almost blur, the word 'truth' 
echoing in her head.  Was she his truth now?  She hoped so, for 
he was hers.  

They kissed, and it was sweet and tender.  When Mulder's lips 
pulled from hers, she stared at him, knowing her confusion was 
written all over her face.  

His explanation as to why was almost halting, and she realized he 
needed reassurance, much as she herself did.  She placed her hands 
over his on her face and tried to explain her disquiet as simply 
as possible, knowing they would need to make time soon to talk 
further.  She told him about being scared, and that she was not 
used to being with someone, to wanting and loving them so much.

Mulder's reply, about it being new to him, and scaring him as well, 
eased another burden from her soul.  Her spirit was light, and 
filled with love for him.  

She smiled and said, "We are a pair, aren't we, Mulder?"  She 
lifted her hands from his, pulling them from his face, and started 
from the kitchen, Mulder in tow.  "I'm pretty sure you said 
something about getting at'em'," she added, breath already 
quickening.  "I think I'm..."

Her shriek was one of happiness and surprise as she was lifted 
into Mulder's arms and carried off.  She was giggling by the time 
he had thrown her onto the middle of the bed, both from the sexy 
talk he had been rumbling in her ear and his hands groping where 
he could.  The laughter died and turned to lust when he stripped 
his clothes off in quick movements, his desire for her very 
evident.  

He joined her on the bed, made short work of her robe and the
borrowed tee shirt, and set about making her shriek for other 
reasons.

***

9:01 am

This time when Mulder woke up it was to discover Scully draped 
over his entire body like a second skin.  A warm, limp as a 
dishrag skin, with her head burrowed under his ear.

He was hungry and feeling very energetic, eager to get moving, 
so he said her name experimentally.  She mumbled something 
unintelligible into his neck but did not move.  It seemed Scully 
had other plans.  Namely, more sleep, with him as a giant pillow.  
A smug grin crossed his face.  He had worn her out.

Mulder ran his hand down Scully's bare back, smiling as she 
shivered beneath his touch, and let it come to a stop at the swell 
of her ass.  Once there he began tracing tiny circles with one 
finger, and this time she squirmed slightly.

"Mulderrrr," she groaned out, turning her head so that it now 
rested at the hollow of his throat.  "That tickles, and right this 
minute I don't even have enough energy to laugh, let alone try and 
stop you."  Her voice was low, the words coming in slightly spaced 
intervals, little puffs of warm air ruffling his chest hairs.

He was tempted to continue, but ceased the motions with reluctance, 
for he loved the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips.  He left 
his hand lying there though, loath to lose contact, and with a bit 
of effort craned his head to press a kiss on her forehead.  He 
couldn't let the opportunity go, however, and murmured, "In other 
words, you are at my mercy."

"I'm pretty sure I surrendered a while back," she returned with a 
hint of spice, voice tinged with the memory of exactly how he had 
made her surrender. 

An image of Scully poised above him, back arching and head thrown 
back popped in his head, and his voice was just a little bit huskier 
when he hummed his agreement.  He couldn't resist the opportunity to 
tease her a little.  

"I have to say your panties made the most beautiful white flag I 
have ever seen," he quipped. 

He could feel the muscles of her back bunching beneath his hand, 
and then she was propping her elbows on his chest so that she could 
look at his face.  One eyebrow was raised and she had a little smirk 
on her lips.  

"Especially atop your 'pole'," she purred back at him.

He loved when she bantered right along with him, and burst out 
laughing.  "Touche!" he managed to say, his arms tightening around 
her as the movements of his body threatened to dislodge her from her 
perch on top of him.

Scully's laughter joined his, staining her cheeks a becoming shade 
of pink and making her eyes sparkle.  Her unadorned and simple 
beauty at that moment stunned him, and his breath hitched suddenly 
in his chest, his laughter halting.  He unconsciously squeezed her 
a little harder. 

Her head tilting to the side, Scully watched him, the expression 
on her face slowly growing serious as he continued to stare at her 
without speaking.  He was unable to say a single thing to reassure 
her.

"Mulder?" she said quietly.  "What is it?  Is something wrong?"

He could feel her body tensing against him, and then he was no 
longer paralyzed.  "Nothing's wrong, Scully," he replied slowly.  
"Everything is just right."  He relaxed his hold on her, hands 
sliding along her arms to cup her face, and smiled gently.  "You 
are so incredibly beautiful."  The words were from the bottom of 
his heart.

"Oh, Mulder..." she sighed, her eyes going liquid.  "I love 
you."

"The feeling is very mutual," he returned, and pulled her face 
down to his for a deep kiss, one that was passionate yet not 
demanding.  He released her lips slowly and then grinned at her.  
"Now I have to be a man and say, woman get in the kitchen and 
make me breakfast!"

Scully snorted, a totally inelegant sound, and tweaked one of 
his nipples, making him jump.  "Dream on, Mr. Petrie," she 
retorted.  "I am going to have a shower."  

They tussled for a moment, Mulder not letting her pull from his 
arms, until she managed a tickle run at his ribs.  While he 
squirmed away, she untangled herself from him and climbed out 
of the bed.  

With a victorious grin, she added, "While you make me breakfast."

Mulder propped himself up on his elbows, watching as she slipped 
into her robe, his mouth open to protest.  He only managed to get 
out, "But..." when she interrupted.

"I think I'd like you without your shirt again."  That said, 
she flounced out of the room, her soft laughter floating back to 
his ears.

"I guess I have work to do," he said to no one in particular, 
and heaved himself off the bed.

***

end Part 17 of 29