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.
Revenge Part 19 of 29
by Lovesfox
Skinner's Office
J. Edgar Hoover Building
Wednesday
10:00 am
Walter Skinner stepped into his outer office and looked up to see
Kimberley watching him expectantly. She had a smile on her face
that he could only describe as enigmatic. He crooked an eyebrow
at her in question, and she cheerily explained, "I heard you in the
hall."
Her eyes flickered briefly from him to his opened office door
before lowering to her desk. She reached out and picked up a file
that was lying there, along with two pink message slips. She held
them out and said, "Agent Carmichael dropped this by, and there are
two messages for you, sir."
He continued forward and took the file and slips from her hand,
glancing cursorily at both. As he did, Kimberley added, "One of
the messages is from a reporter in Leesburg, where Agent Scully
was found."
"Thank-you, Kimberley," he said a little absently, as he shifted
the slips so he could see the one from the reporter, an image of
the young woman he had spoken to at the Leesburg Mental Hospital
after Scully's dramatic rescue by Mulder entering his conscious
briefly.
Shoulder length reddish-blonde hair, quite short, with a determined
look on her face. He read the slip. Heather Baber, Leesburg News,
followed by a telephone number.
He had another vague memory, of seeing her at the hospital, her
calling his name. He had been too concerned about learning the
status of his two agents, and getting Mrs. Scully to her daughter,
to talk to the reporter at that time.
An idea formed in his head. As he had just been discussing with
his superior, there had still been no sign of Elliot Andercott.
It was unknown as to whether the man was dead or alive. Perhaps
getting the story out again, getting the man's face and name on the
news and in the papers could help flush him out if he were alive.
He gripped the message tightly, and headed to his office, resolving
that after first calling the Media Relations Department, he would
call Heather Baber as soon as possible.
He stepped into his office, turning to tell Kimberley to hold all
his calls before he shut his door, and found his assistant staring
at him with that same strange smile. What in the hell was wrong
with the woman? Had he forgotten her birthday or secretary's day
or something? Wait, no, her birthday was just before Christmas, so
that couldn't be it. He decided to ignore it, shrugging his
shoulders irritably, and said somewhat gruffly, "Hold all my calls,
please."
Kimberley nodded, still smiling, and with a small shake of his head,
Skinner shut the door. He crossed the floor, dropping the file from
Agent Carmichael on the stack already there for his perusal, and put
the message slips on his blotter. He slipped out of his jacket and
draped it on his chair before taking a seat and pushing the chair
closer to the desk.
It was not until he reached for the telephone did he see what
appeared to be a folded piece of notepaper lying on his blotter, not
far from the two pink slips. He looked around his office, as if he
might find someone still there, and then glanced at the closed door
leading to the outer office where Kimberley manned her desk.
Whomever had placed the paper on his desk had to have gone past
Kimberley, for the double doors leading out to the hallway bypassing
the outer office were always locked, and his assistant would have
said something if she had been the one to place it there.
Thinking of her odd little smiles, he wondered if she was aware of
the note, and decided she must be. He finally picked the notepaper
up and unfolded it. It was a piece of personal stationary, not
Bureau issue, with some sort of purple flowers bordering the entire
edge, and the writing on it was definitely feminine.
Adjusting his glasses minutely, Skinner began to read:
'Walter~
I'm hoping you'll be free this Friday night. I have made
reservations at The Bistro for 7 pm.
Allison'
Beneath her name was a telephone number, one he assumed to be her
home phone number. He stared at the note for a long moment, idly
admiring her handwriting, before folding the paper back up and
tucking it into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. He would wait
and call her tonight, from home. To accept her invitation.
That decided, he picked up the other pink message slip, and re-read
iit. It was from Karen Kossoff, of the Employee Assistance Program,
advising him she had arranged a time to meet with Scully for her
mental fitness evaluation this coming Friday. It was standard
procedure after injuries sustained while on duty. He would call
Scully after he spoke with Heather Baber, to confirm she had
received notification of the appointment, and to inform her of his
decision to have Elliot Andercott's face and name put out by the
media. He also had to tell her and Mulder that the FBI protection
for them was officially over, despite his attempts to dissuade his
superiors to the contrary. Though he was certain the pair would
notice when the unmarked car outside her apartment building was no
longer there.
His call with the Media Relations Department left him with a
headache, but at least they had come to an agreement. They would
handle speaking to the local papers and news shows here in
Washington, while he called the Leesburg News. There was always
an off chance that Andercott had remained in Leesburg, despite the
lack of any sightings. They had no way of knowing whether he might
have had other places set up to hideout in.
Skinner removed his glasses, laying them down on his desk, and
pinched the bridge of his nose. A quick glance at his watch showed
that it was only 10:45. The day was not even half over, and he
already felt like calling it quits. Not that he would, of course.
It just wasn't in his nature, was not how he had been raised and to
further that, his time in the Marines had instilled an even greater
sense of responsibility and discipline.
With that in mind, he donned his glasses again and picked the phone
up, cradling it between his ear and shoulder as he dialed the number
for Heather Baber.
It rang twice, and then a female voice said, "This is Heather Baber
with the Leesburg News."
"Miss Baber, this is Walter Skinner. You phoned my office today."
He spoke the words crisply as his fingers tapped on his desk
blotter. He mused about how ballsy the reporter was in phoning him
directly, and not going through the proper channels. He recalled
how she had reminded him of Scully at the scene in Leesburg, and
how this move would also be typical of his agent, going right for
the top and skipping the go-betweens. He admired it, and realized
that even if he hadn't already planned on discussing the case with
her for a tactical move, he probably would have spoken to her
anyway.
Although he also would have directed her to ASAC Powell, who had
been in charge in Leesburg until Mulder and he had arrived there.
"Oh! Um, yes I did. Thank you for returning my call," came her
voice through the receiver, followed by the sound of papers
shuffling. There was a pause, and then she continued, "The reason
I called was that I am interested in doing a follow-up to the fire
at the mental hospital and on the man responsible. I understand
you are in charge of the investigation, and was wondering if you
would mind answering some questions?"
There was a fine line as to who was actually in charge of the case,
actually, Skinner thought. Powell was still running the
investigation into Andercott from his Field Office, but no doubt the
case was not his only priority. Mulder had certainly been an
important part of it, while he himself was both Mulder and Scully's
direct superior, and had a vested personal interest. He was not
however a field agent, and very rarely did he involve himself this
completely. This was not something he could explain, so instead he
merely replied, "Yes, I am, along with Agent Powell, and yes I can
probably answer some of your questions. There is also another
reason I returned your call." He then proceeded to explain his
intention to have an article published in the Leesburg News, along
with the composite of Elliot Andercott.
Heather Baber, while obviously young, seemed to know her stuff, and
plunged right in. In no time at all they had gone over the
pertinent facts, once he had informed her the FBI did not want to
release the name of the agent who had been kidnapped, nor the agent
who had pulled her from the fire. He gave her permission to use his
name in the story and requested her fax number for him send a
current composite of Elliot Andercott. He then gave her the contact
number to be printed in case anyone had information about Andercott
or had seen the man who was now a fugitive.
Skinner concluded the call and proceeded to his next one, to
Scully. Mulder answered, and after a brief greeting, made a snide
remark about the ending of the surveillance.
Skinner commiserated and then went on to inform Mulder of the media
reports that were soon to come out about Andercott. His agent was
silent for a moment before commenting that they should have thought
of it sooner.
They spoke for a few more moments, with Mulder reiterating that he
would be staying with Scully, and that alternate surveillance had
been arranged, before Scully came on the line.
He asked her if she had spoken to Karen Kossoff, to which she
replied in the affirmative, and after receiving positive responses
to his inquiry about her health, he said he would see the two of
them on Friday. Scully replied warmly, thanking him for his call
and the conversation was ended.
Deciding a cup of coffee was in order before attacking the
accumulated paperwork, he rose from his desk and stretched briefly,
feeling the pull of muscles in a desperate need of a workout. As
he shrugged into his jacket, he made a mental note to himself to
head to the gym in the evening. Straightening his tie, he made
his way over to the closed door that led to the outer office.
Stepping through, he glanced at Kimberley's desk and found her
regarding him once more. He nodded at her and said, "I'll be
back shortly." He turned to go, and out of the corner of his eye,
saw a look of disappointment cross her face.
With an inward sigh of resignation he decided his assistant was
definitely aware of the note from Allison. It was somewhat
discomforting, and he swore as he left the office that he could
feel her eyes on his back.
Women.
***
Scully's Apartment
Georgetown, D.C.
Wednesday
6:53 pm
From the kitchen where she was tidying up the remains of their
delivered Chinese food dinner, Scully could hear the different
sounds of TV shows as Mulder channel surfed his way through each
and every one. In the last few days living with Mulder she had
been witness to a whole new plethora of his habits, some of which
were very endearing.
Others were not, and were instead downright annoying. His almost
mindless need to flick through channel after channel was one of
those habits.
The sounds ceased. Wryly she thought that it would be her luck
that Mulder would find a dirty movie to watch. A smile quirked
across her face and then was gone as she first scraped their
plates clean and then rinsed them before loading them in her
dishwasher.
She returned to her earlier train of thought about personal
habits.
She had to admit that it was more than likely that Mulder had
found some of her habits irritating. But this was her apartment.
Her home. Her sanctuary. And sometimes she felt like it had
been invaded. She tossed the scraps into the garbage and rinsed
out the containers to go in the recycling bin, while musing that
it could just be the fact that she was going a little stir crazy,
despite their outing of yesterday.
Click. Click. Click.
The channel changing resumed again, making her grit her teeth.
With a last wipe of the table and countertop, she rinsed the
dishcloth out and hung it neatly on the tap and then headed into
the other room to tell Mulder to either pick a damn show or to
pop in a movie before he drove her insane. She rounded the
wingback chair to the left of the couch, her eyes flicking to
the television, and the sentence died unspoken. Her steps
faltered and then stopped completely as she recognized the
picture on the screen.
Elliot Andercott.
Mulder's indrawn hiss of breath was a faint sound, and
peripherally Scully saw his arm rise to point the converter at
the TV, intending to change the channel.
"Leave it!" she barked, surprised at the harshness of her
voice.
He froze, his arm returning to its place on his thigh,
and shifted so that he was no longer slouching on the couch.
She remained standing, knees locking into position to still the
sudden trembling of her legs, and her attention entirely on the
news program that was winding down for the end of the hour.
The female broadcaster......was
obviously reiterating a segment from earlier in the program,
stating that the FBI was asking the public's help in regards to
a criminal at large, wanted on a variety of charges. The updated
composite sketch of Elliot Andercott remained in one corner of
the picture through the entire blurb, and as the broadcaster...
...finished speaking,
the picture enlarged to fill the screen, with a hotline number
displayed at its bottom.
A few seconds later the sounds of the news stations theme music
filled the room as the picture changed to that of the nameless
female broadcaster and her male counterpart.
Scully barely registered it as she felt her knees start to buckle,
and managed to stagger forward a few steps and almost fall into
the couch.
Even though Skinner had told them about his intention to have
Elliot Andercott's name and picture in the media, it was still a
shock to see him there in full Technicolor.
Beside her, Mulder aimed the remote at the TV again and turned
it off, tossing the little black gadget onto the coffee table
before turning sideways to look at her with concern. "Scully?"
he said softly. "You okay?" One hand reached out slowly,
tentatively, and rested lightly on her thigh.
She flinched. Lost in a sudden memory of waking up to Elliot's
face looming before her, his hands touching her, that when Mulder
put his hand on her thigh, she equated it to being Elliot's hand,
and reacted. Wrongly.
Even as Mulder was pulling his hand away, wounded, she
reconnected with the present, with Mulder sitting next to her on
her couch.
Face crinkling in concern, she reached out to grab his hand in
hers and clutch it tightly. "Mulder, I didn't...it wasn't..."
her words ended in a frustrated sigh. She took a deep somewhat
shaky breath and began again. "I saw his face on the TV, and I
was just there again." There was no need to say where 'there'
was; she knew Mulder would know what she meant. "I woke up one
time, he was kneeling beside the cot, and he was touching me."
She squeezed his hand and brought it up to her lips, kissing his
knuckles. "I was remembering it just as you touched me. I'm so
sorry, Mulder. I didn't mean to react like that."
Mulder's face had gone carefully blank as he pulled away from her,
and when she spoke, she saw the life come back in his eyes, the
features crinkle into a frown of concern. At the words 'he was
touching me', the frown deepened, and anger flared briefly in his
hazel orbs, anger at the madman who had done this to her. Then
he was carefully pulling her into his arms.
She went willingly, wrapping her own arms around his waist, her
head burying itself in his chest. He shifted them both and she
was sitting in his lap, her legs up on the couch cushion.
Mulder began rocking her, his hand in her hair, cradling her head.
She felt his lips brush her crown, and then heard him murmuring
gently. Soft, nonsense words meant to soothe and to comfort.
And they did.
The tension that had built in her body at seeing Elliot on the
television slowly melted away. The tears that had formed in her
eyes as she relived a horrible memory, the tears she had refused
to shed, had dried up.
Scully was not sure how long they remained that way, she on his
lap being rocked in his arms, but finally she had to move. There
was an ache in her back, and her cheek where it was pressed against
Mulder's chest was sweating lightly. So she pulled free gently,
and shifted to sit beside him.
He arched his own back, twisting his head from side to side with a
small groan. She did the same, and heard her vertebrae pop and
crack.
Mulder mouthed the word 'ouch' at the sounds, and she winced
slightly and nodded. "My back is a little sore," she said
unnecessarily.
He quirked an eyebrow at her and replied, "I gathered." He
paused, head tilting to the side, and then said, "Do you want
a massage?"
A massage sounded really good, and she opened her mouth to say
yes, when he spoke again.
"I have a better idea. Why don't you take a nice, hot bubble
bath, and then I'll give you a massage?"
That sounded even better, and she found herself nodding.
Mulder bounced up from the couch and held out his hand. She
placed hers within it and he tugged her up gently. Once she was
standing he bent his head and brushed butterfly soft kisses
over her forehead, her nose, both cheeks, and then a last one
on her lips. He stepped back, squeezed her hand, and began to
walk to her bedroom. She trailed along behind him, still reeling
from the simplicity and gentleness of his kisses.
Mulder stopped them at the bathroom door, released her hand, and
gave her a little push towards her bedroom. "You go get into your
robe. I'll start the tub."
Scully nodded, and as he started to turn away, reached out to
grab the hem of his tee shirt, halting him. He turned with a
quizzical look on his face, and she surged forward and up on her
toes to kiss him hard on the lips. "I love you, Mulder," she said,
her hand fisted in the material of his shirt.
Mulder smiled, a devastatingly beautiful smile, and replied. "I
know." He gently disentangled her hand from his tee shirt, placed
his hands on her shoulders and spun her around to face her bedroom
once more. He patted her behind and said, "Get going."
Just as she stepped into her bedroom he called out, "I love you
too, Scully."
She smiled and continued into her room. A few seconds later she
heard the crank of the taps, followed by the whoosh of the water
as it began to fill her tub. She disrobed slowly, letting her
clothes fall to the floor, and padded naked to the end of her bed
where her silk robe lay.
It was cool to the touch as she slid her arms into the sleeves, and
she shivered lightly when it touched her skin. Belting it loosely,
she went to retrieve the clothes from the floor, pausing to look at
herself in her dresser mirror. The replacement for the mirror
another madman had cracked her skull against, shattering it to
pieces.
She shook her head slightly and closed her eyes. She did not want
to think about bad things.
Opening them again, she raised her chin a little and studied her
reflection. Her hair was mussed from lying against Mulder, the
cheek that had been pressed to his chest redder than its twin, and
her lips were devoid of lipstick. Yet there was a softness to her
eyes. A softness put there by Mulder. She remembered her earlier
thoughts about his annoying habits, and felt a brief spurt of
shame. For along with those habits was his thoughtfulness and
tenderness. And his love.
She reached for the small crystal dish that held pins for her hair,
and after twisting most of the red strands into a knot, carefully
pinned it up. Some stubborn locks resisted the pins, and framed
her face. With a shrug, she turned from the mirror and spied the
clothes on the floor once more. She scooped them up and deposited
them in the hamper before making her way to the bathroom. Upon
entering, she saw that not only had Mulder poured her bubble bath,
but he had also lit the candles that were still there from her bath
a few days ago, and gotten a huge, fluffy towel and laid it on the
countertop for her.
He was leaning against that countertop, watching the water rise in
the tub, but looked up when she entered. She watched his eyes sweep
from her pinned-up hair, pausing at her breasts, where her nipples
puckered against the silk, and then down to her bare toes peeking
out from the hem of her robe. The robe had been a gift from her
mother, and was actually just a little too long. She liked it
though, and from the glint in Mulder's eyes, knew he did too.
He said nothing though, and straightened from his slump against
the cabinet. He made a sweeping gesture with one arm at the bathtub,
bowing slightly at the waist, and said softly, "Your bath awaits,
milady."
"Thank-you, kind sir," she replied, with a small, regal-like nod of
her head. She then ruined their medieval royal to servant play-
acting by grinning.
He grinned too, and walked past her to exit the bathroom. Scully
untied the sash of her robe and slipped it off, laying it on the
counter beside the towel.
She had not seen Mulder pause, but heard his voice say, "Would you
like a glass of..." The question trailed off and then she heard
Mulder's indrawn hiss of breath. She turned only her head to see
him poised in the doorway, staring at her silhouette. She felt her
nipples tighten again as his eyes dipped to her breasts once more,
and could not help flicking her own eyes downward to the fly of
his jeans. To see an unmistakable bulge there.
She knew he had not intended to make any advances on her, that the
tub was solely for her benefit and enjoyment, and that he had only
stopped to ask her if she wanted something, a glass of wine perhaps.
Yet it gave her no small pleasure to see how he had reacted to her
nude body. She turned so that she was facing him fully, and said
throatily, "Would you like to join me in the bath, Mulder?"
The words were hardly out of her mouth, and his hands were already
stripping his tee shirt over his head. Scully chuckled as he
hastily worked at the button and zipper of his jeans and yanked
them off, dragging his briefs along with them.
A glorious feeling of power swept through her as she witnessed
the state to which she had driven him. She felt like a seductress,
a siren, and it was a wonderful feeling.
He smiled, a little sheepishly, at her chuckle and said huskily,
"See what you do to me?"
"I see," she answered. Oh boy, do I see, she thought. This time
it was she who gestured at the tub. "In this case I have to
insist gentlemen first."
He walked over and climbed into the tub, muscles flexing, and her
mouth went dry. Maybe it was more a mutual seduction, she thought,
and once he was settled, grabbed onto the hand he held out for her
and lifted one leg carefully over the rim of the tub and into the
bubbles.
It was hard to be graceful while maneuvering around Mulder's legs,
but she managed to situate herself between them without incident,
her back lying against his chest. His knees poked out from the
bubbles, framing her on either side, and she rested her hands on
his thighs.
She had to wiggle a bit to get more comfortable, feeling herself
sliding down too far. Mulder's hands settled on her hips beneath
the water and helped adjust her properly. In the process he brought
her more firmly into the vee of his legs, and she felt his penis
nestled against her lower back, just above the swell of her behind.
Mulder's only reaction was a slight wiggle, and then his hands left
her hips to circle loosely at her waist, resting on her belly.
They both sighed, and Scully let her head drop so that it rested in
the hollow between Mulder's jaw and shoulder. Her eyes closed as
she felt him rub his cheek against her head, and she sighed again.
This was perfect.
***
7:30 pm
Mulder leaned his butt against the countertop and watched the
bubbles continue to form as the water cascaded into the tub. He
had lit the candles he had brought to the bathroom days ago, and
they were the only illumination in the room. He liked the way
their flames flickered and danced on the ceramic tiles of the
walls and floor, and how they made the room seem warm and
inviting. He hoped it would be relaxing too, for Scully.
His thoughts ranged to the scene earlier in Scully's living room.
The sight of Andercott had been a shock, to both of them, even
with the pre-warning from Skinner, and his first instinct had
been to protect Scully, to hide the evidence before she could
see it.
He hadn't been quite fast enough, and had been stunned by the
grating texture of her command to leave the news report on. Her
pain had been obvious as well, but he had not been able to hide
his own pain when she had recoiled from his touch. Her words had
helped to soothe his pain, and let him understand her reaction.
His Scully sense was on full alert, and he knew she was there
before he heard a sound. He swiveled his head up and to the side
to see her enter the bathroom. At first glance he saw that she was
clad in her silk robe, the one that dragged slightly along the
floor as she walked. The one that draped lovingly over every dip
and curve of her body. The one that made him wish he were that
robe.
He let his eyes caress her entire body, starting at the top. She
had her hair twisted up in one of those sexy knots again, the name
of it escaped him at the moment, with little tendrils framing her
face, emphasizing her cheekbones, the angle of her chin, and her
long, graceful neck. In the dim light of the candles the faint
scar he knew was there from the rope could not be seen, for which
he was thankful.
He continued on and the sight of her nipples poking through the
silk caused a little twinge in his groin. He wanted to brush the
material aside and draw one into his mouth. He did not move
however, for this time was for her, and made his eyes move
downward, to where her little toes, tipped in scarlet, could just
be seen. Felt that twinge in his groin again.
He kept his desire in check however, and straightening, gestured
grandly at the bubble and water filled tub, adding what he hoped
was a courtly little bow. "Your bath awaits, milady," he intoned,
glad to be her humble servant.
Scully replied in kind, saying quite regally, "Thank you, kind
sir." The little nod of her head was just as regal, despite the
fact she was clad only in a silk robe. She then grinned at him.
He was glad to see her playful, she had seemed kind of shell-
shocked while on the couch, adding to his worry, and let himself
grin back at her as he headed out of the bathroom.
An idea hit him, maybe she'd like a glass of wine or something, and
he paused, turning back around as he asked, "Would you like a glass
of..." He never finished the question as he saw her standing there
nude, and sucked in a breath.
She was exquisite.
She was not facing him, was standing facing the tub, and the glow
from the candles threw her outline in sharp relief. His eyes
caressed the slope of her shoulder, her taut nipples, the swell of
her belly. One leg was forward a little, hiding the triangle
between her thighs, and the action called attention to the curve
of her ass, which he admired next.
He had never before wished for artistic talent, but at that moment
he could have cried at his lack of the ability to sketch her in
charcoal, or shape her in clay, as a lasting tribute to her beauty.
His body reacted of course. Lungs expanding, pulse accelerating,
other parts...swelling.
Scully turned then, to face him fully, and seduced him with her
voice and her words. "Would you like to join me in my bath,
Mulder?" she asked.
Would he like to join her in her bath? God he loved this woman.
He was stripped of his clothes in seconds, hearing Scully's soft
laughter. He smiled with some chagrin, and said, "See what you
do to me?"
Moments later they were immersed in the bubbles, his back resting
against the tub's wall, and Scully lying along his chest. His
knees were bent, due to the tight quarters, feeling the coolness
of the air as compared to the heat of the water. Scully's hands
rested on his thighs, and he brought his to rest on her belly,
clasped loosely together. Their sighs were in unison, merely
following the pattern of their lives together, and then Scully
tucked her head in his neck.
His burgeoning arousal was forgotten, as Scully relaxed trustingly
and comfortably against him. He felt his own muscles go slack, and
he let his head loll back on the rim.
It could not last forever, unfortunately.
The water grew chill, the bubbles dissipating. With a bit of
careful maneuvering, they were both out of the tub, and he was
wrapping Scully in the big towel he had laid out for her. He grabbed
another one, dried himself off quickly, and then twisted it around
his hips so he could take over the task of blotting Scully dry.
She smiled self-consciously as he tugged her towel away, and blushed
adorably as he knelt on the little oval rug she stood on. He dried
her feet carefully, and slowly made his way up her legs with the
towel, catching each and every rivulet and drop of water on her
smooth skin and patting it dry. Her pelvic area and bottom were
next, receiving the same attention, and then he had to stand to dry
her front and back. He pressed a little kiss on the back of her
neck and then stepped back, saying softly, "All dry."
Scully was no longer blushing and smiled her thanks. She turned to
face the counter, and he watched as one slender arm reached out for
her moisturizer. He stepped forward again, pressing his front to
her back and placed his hand over hers holding the lotion bottle.
"Your massage," he whispered in her ear, and felt the shiver that
ran through her body.
He took the bottle from her and left the bathroom, going directly to
her bedroom. Shedding his towel, he went to his drawer and pulled
out a pair of silk boxers, in a dark green. He slipped them on and
moved over to the lamp on the night table, turning it down to its
lowest setting. When he turned around, Scully was there. Her robe
was on, but not belted.
Mulder's heart skipped a beat, but he held onto his composure and
gestured at the bed. After a moment of hesitation, Scully moved
over to the bed, slid off her robe, draping it over the end, and
then climbed onto it, lying on her stomach, head pillowed on her
crossed arms.
Mulder studied her for a moment, admiring her pale, alabaster skin,
the slope of her back and the shapely curve of her ass, and
although short, her well toned legs that ended in delicately
arched feet. He then took a fortifying breath and knelt beside
her. He didn't think he could hold on if he straddled her body.
He flicked the top of the moisturizer bottle open and squirted a
generous amount in his hands. The lotion was cool, so he rubbed it
between his hands to warm it up before starting at her neck. He
worked at the tenseness still there despite their bath, using his
thumbs to knead the muscles.
Scully groaned slightly and dipped her head down further, offering
her neck up for further exploration, to which he obliged. From
there he squeezed and smoothed and stroked, enjoying the feel and
suppleness of her soft skin, all along her shoulders and upper
arms. He paused for more lotion, rubbing it between his hands
again, and then started on her back.
Her head had fallen to the side, resting on one bent arm, and he
could see the fan of her lashes lying on her cheeks for her eyes
were closed. She was not sleeping though, because every once in
a while she would sigh his name or the words 'right there'.
Smiling, Mulder bent and pressed a quick kiss on the shoulder
closest to him. She hummed in response.
He smoothed down along her spine until he reached her lower back.
His spot. The spot where she had once been marked by a tattoo of
an ouroboros. He had never told her, but he had found the fact
that Scully had gotten a tattoo quite intriguing, and just a little
bit arousing.
At the time, it had seemed so out of character, almost dangerous,
for his straight-laced partner. Now that he knew her, knew her
innermost self, or at least he was fairly certain he did, it did
not seem so dramatic. Scully was a very passionate woman, with
hidden depths just waiting to emerge, and had chosen to demonstrate
them through a tattoo. He mourned its loss only briefly, resolving
to ask her another time why she had gotten it removed, and continued
with his massage.
Soon his hands were stroking over her rear, and Scully shifted
beneath him, gulping in a breath. He was not unaffected either, for
his pulse had slowly sped up as he had massaged her naked body, and
he was once again hardening beneath the silk of his boxers.
Scully surprised him, rolling over onto her back in one swift
movement, and his hands were now on her hipbones, thumbs just
brushing the edges of the thatch of curls shielding her womanhood.
He looked at her face, and saw the arousal shining in her eyes, her
lips parted.
He rose off the bed and slowly shed his boxers, watching Scully
watching him disrobe. He placed a knee on the mattress and then
lowered himself on top of her, balancing himself on his elbows.
Her legs automatically spread to cradle him between them, and her
chin jutted upwards, inviting his kiss.
Their lips met, wet and warm, Scully sighing his name into his
mouth before darting her tongue inside to meet his. Her hands
circled him, stroking and rubbing his back before sliding down to
caress his ass.
In moments he was entering her, and her legs were up and wrapping
around his waist, her arms now pulling at him until his weight
covered her completely. Only then did she encircle his neck, the
fingers of one hand toying with the hair at his nape.
They moved gently and easily together, and found their bliss,
both crying out the other's name.
***
11:40 pm
Scully flopped onto her back yet again, but just like all the other
attempts, changing positions did not help. She was wide-awake, and
hungry as hell. Shooting a hopeful glance at Mulder to see if he
too were awake, she saw that he was peacefully sawing Z's. She
studied him for a moment, tracing his features lovingly with her
eyes, and had a flicker of memory. Waking him from a sound sleep
with her mouth on his cock.
With a sigh she decided to leave him be, pushing aside the
temptation to accidentally awaken him with a not so gentle nudge of
her foot. She liked that he could sleep easily and deeply in her
bed, and wanted to let him get as much as he could. She smiled
suddenly. She also liked the thought of him being in her bed.
She slid from the blankets without disturbing them or him, and
moved quietly to the end of the bed where her silk robe still lay.
She would have preferred her terrycloth robe right now, for there
was a slight chill to the air, and she wore only Mulder's tee shirt
and a pair of panties, but could not find it in the dark. She
shrugged and slipped into the robe, tying the sash to keep it
closed, and tiptoed from the bedroom.
One last look at the bed to see Mulder sleeping undisturbed, and
she pulled the door almost all the way closed. She made her way
to the kitchen, moving easily in the night-darkened apartment.
Instead of turning on the big overhead light, she left it off; the
partially opened curtains on the windows provided enough
illumination to work by while preparing a snack. Her brother Bill
had always commented that she had eyes like a cat, for she had
moved about in the dark during games of hide and seek with ease.
That knack, for lack of a better word, had served her well on many
an occasion while investigating with Mulder.
Perusing the contents of her fridge, curling her toes under at the
cold that resulted from standing in front of it open like that, she
could not decide what she should eat.
Something healthy, her good side said.
Chocolate, screamed her bad side.
Ooohhh, that sounded so good. Did she have any chocolate? Still
staring unseeing into the fridge, she mentally catalogued the
contents of her cupboards. The only chocolate she could think of
was a container of liquid Hershey's that she, on very rare
occasions, or so she tried to convince herself, dribbled over
vanilla ice cream. Ice cream was out of the question, for she was
already quite cold. What else could she do with it? She went back
to studying the shelves of her fridge and spied the quart container
of strawberries her mother had bought on Saturday.
Healthy and chocolate. Perfect. Smiling, she reached in and
grabbed the container, pulling it out. As long as the strawberries
were still okay, she was in business. Bringing them to the counter,
hearing the fridge bang shut behind her, she pulled the plastic wrap
off, discarding it and the elastic band in the garbage can beneath
the sink. She lifted one of the berries out, and its tantalizing
aroma filled her nose. They seemed fine.
Scully found a plastic bowl and dumped the strawberries inside
before going to the sink to rinse them thoroughly for several
minutes. She drained them, shaking all the excess water off, and
returned the bowl to the counter to look for the Hershey's syrup.
Once that was found, she set to cutting the green tops of the
strawberries off, her mouth watering the whole time.
Another smaller bowl, to pour some of the syrup in, and she was
ready. Too hungry to even sit down, she chose a large strawberry and
dipped it into the chocolate. She held it over the bowl for a few
seconds, to let it drip, and that's when hands slid around her waist
and drew her back into a warm body.
Mulder's husky, sleep-filled voice whispered in her ear,
"Strawberries and chocolate? My next favorite thing after Scully
fresh from the bathtub."
She had forgotten to mention sexy in that description. Shivers ran
down her spine, and she couldn't help squirming a little.
He chuckled, eliciting another shiver, and continued in that
whispering tone, "Gonna share?" He then nuzzled her neck, licking
the skin there briefly.
Two can play this game.
"Mmmmm..." she drawled, and wiggled her hips just slightly, letting
her bottom brush his groin. "Maybe."
"I only get a maybe?" he asked. This time he added a little pout
to his words, and punctuated them with a thrust of his own hips.
"Depends on what you do for me," she replied, smiling to herself.
She was still holding the piece of fruit, and the mingled scents
of chocolate and strawberry were making her mouth water even more.
Or maybe that was just from Mulder's body pressed so close to hers.
"Ooohhh, a challenge," he said, and spun her around. Before she
could even blink her eyes, he had bent and taken a large bite out
of the chocolate covered strawberry in her hand. He straightened,
and grinned at her around the berry.
"Hey..." her protest died off as his lips descended to cover hers.
Part of the berry poked into her open mouth, and she could not
resist. She bit down and chewed, and because she had not closed her
eyes, could see that he was doing the same, his lips just
millimeters from hers.
She swallowed and then murmured, "Cheater." She licked her lips,
pouted a little, and added, "You got all the chocolate."
"There's lots more where that came from," he said, leering at her.
He reached past her, deliberately pressing his bare chest into her
silk-clad one, and grabbed the bowl of strawberries. Straightening
again, he passed it to her and then grabbed the bowl of syrup. She
expected him to go to the table, and was surprised when he sank to
the floor with his back to the cupboards, brushing her legs.
When she did not move, merely staring down at him, he said simply,
"Join me."
Bemused, she did as he requested. She stepped over his sprawled,
bare legs, for he wore only the silk boxers from earlier, and sat
down across from him, her back to the fridge but not touching it,
and put the bowl of strawberries down on the floor beside where the
bowl of syrup now sat.
"Ever see '9 1/2 Weeks', Scully?" he asked.
***
Mulder watched her eyes widen and the pupils contract at his
question, and saw the quick intake of breath raise her chest. Her
robe was gaping open at the front and he could also see that her
nipples had hardened almost instantly, poking through the cotton
of his tee shirt.
He would take that as a yes, she had seen the movie.
He moved the bowls containing the strawberries and the syrup to
the side, so they were no longer between them and scooted closer
to her.
She was sitting cross-legged, so he mimicked her position, letting
his knees touch hers.
"I think I'd rather do without the blindfold," he said
conversationally, holding her eyes with his. "I'd rather watch
your eyes, because they are so beautiful, and so expressive."
Scully sucked in another breath, her mouth falling open, and then
licked her lips. Her voice was a little husky when she said,
"Oh...um, thank you."
He smiled and then reached over to pick up a plump berry, bringing
it to the syrup. He dunked it in to just about his fingers, careful
not to dip them in there as well, and swirled it through the
chocolate until it was almost completely covered in the rich, dark
substance. He lifted it, and let the excess chocolate drip off,
before cupping one hand beneath it and carrying the berry to her
lips.
She licked her lips again, in anticipation of the treat, and instead
of sliding it between them, he rubbed the strawberry along them,
coating them with the chocolate, and teasing her. He let his free
hand drop to her knee, feeling the silk beneath his hand and the
warmth of her skin through it. Some of the chocolate dripped off
the berry and fell in little plops onto her cotton-covered breasts.
Mulder leaned forward, feeling the muscles of his thighs strain in
that position, and licked the chocolate off her lips with slow
strokes of his tongue.
Scully sighed, and lifted her chin, inviting his kiss. He obliged
for a long moment before pulling back and sliding the strawberry
between her still parted lips. She bit down, making an "mmmmm"
sound as she did so. She chewed the ripe chocolate-coated fruit
slowly, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as he popped the remainder
of the berry into his own mouth.
Sitting back down, his eyes dropped to where the chocolate had
dripped onto her front. "Looks like I made a bit of a mess," he
commented, and Scully dipped her chin down to look at her chest as
well. "Maybe you should take it off," he suggested next.
Scully arched an eyebrow at him, to let him know he wasn't fooling
her in the least, and he grinned in response. "Maybe I should," she
replied. She then straightened, arching her back slightly, untied
the sash of her robe and slipped it off before pulling the tee shirt
over her head and flinging it aside. She remained sitting up, back
straight, chest thrust forward.
He had watched her every movement avidly, and now his eyes dropped
to her breasts, emphasized by her position, to where her nipples
stood out predominantly. "Cold?" he queried softly.
"No," was the equally soft response.
He hadn't thought so, but had asked on the off chance that she
were. Sitting so close to the refrigerator with only a silk robe
draped over her hips and thighs, it was a distinct possibility.
"Good," he said silkily, and reached for another berry. Same
routine with the syrup, only this time instead of bringing the
fruit to her lips, he gently circled one hard nipple, bathing it
in chocolate.
Scully hissed in her next breath, back arching once more, and he
followed the path of her thrusting chest with the berry up along
her neck, leaving a faint trail of the syrup, to her lips.
Just as he pushed the fruit into her waiting mouth, he swooped down
and covered her lips once more. They shared the berry this way,
before he pulled back and licked his way down the same path,
gathering up the sticky chocolate, to her waiting nipple, which he
sucked into his mouth.
She moaned this time, and her hands came up to clench in his hair,
holding her to him, encouraging him to continue his sucking, which
he did, with enthusiasm.
Finally he had to stop, his thighs quivering with the strain of
holding himself that way, and released her nipple with an audible
popping sound. But before he sat back down again, he dropped a
quick, hard kiss on her berry and chocolate stained lips.
Her hands left his hair as he pulled back, her fingers stroking
over his cheeks and then his lips as he lowered himself back to the
floor. He studied her for a moment, admiring her flushed cheeks and
shining eyes, before reaching for another strawberry. After coating
it in chocolate, he treated her other nipple to the same torment,
wringing a gasp and a moan from Scully. He followed up with another
kiss and returned to his seated position.
While he was debating where to tease her with the next strawberry,
Scully leaned forward and removed one from the bowl, saying huskily,
"May I?"
He nodded, and watched avidly as she slowly swirled the berry
through the chocolate and then leaned forward on one knee, the
action causing her bare breasts to sway slightly, a motion he
found absolutely fascinating.
She hesitated briefly, some of the chocolate dripping onto the
floor, and then ran the berry down his neck, past his Adam's apple,
which bobbed in reaction, and through his chest hairs to one nipple,
circling it before gliding it across to his other nipple.
Both the berry and the chocolate were cool, and their touch on his
bare heated skin made him shiver in reaction.
She then traced the path back up his neck to his slightly parted
lips, running the berry across them a few times before pushing
insistently for entrance into his mouth.
He opened it, letting her push the berry inside, and unsure as to
whether she was going to share it with him, he managed to reach out
and grab her shoulders, pulling her face to his.
She tilted her head just slightly, so their noses would not bump,
and nibbled delicately at first his upper lip, avoiding the berry
altogether, then his lower lip, and then finally nipping at the
fruit. When they had both swallowed their share of the strawberry,
she leaned in further and kissed him deeply for several seconds.
She then pulled back and licked the path of the chocolate, paying
particular attention to his nipples, which were tight and hard with
his excitement. She retraced the same path back to his lips and
slipped her tongue inside his mouth, where upon he sucked on it
strongly.
His erection was tenting his boxers, and there was no way she could
have missed seeing it. Her next move showed she had not. One of
her hands on the cold tile of the floor supported her weight, and
she let the other travel teasingly down his chest, circling his
navel briefly before coming to rest on his silk-clad penis,
squeezing gently.
Mulder moaned, and his penis twitched, his hips jerking upwards in
reaction. Scully moaned back and squeezed him again. He moved his
hands from her shoulders to her hips, and yanked her onto his lap,
her legs automatically parting and curling around his hips, her robe
covering their lower bodies like a silken sheet. She wiggled in his
lap, her silk panties-encased heat directly over his hard cock, and
they both moaned again at the contact. He thrust upwards and she
retaliated by grinding herself against him.
It felt good, but the position was not quite right.
Reluctantly, he lifted her off of him, seeing the surprise on her
face, and the pout that followed, and after a quick kiss of apology,
rose to his feet, tugging her up after him. Her robe puddled to the
floor, and she quickly kicked it away. He stripped his boxers off,
tossing them aside, and made short work of her panties, flinging
them after his boxers. Next, he pulled her tightly against his body,
mouth covering hers, and then maneuvered them both until her back
was to the counter.
She hummed her approval into his mouth, and then gasped when he
lifted her in one swift easy motion onto the counter. With his
hands on her hips he slid her towards him until she was almost
dangling off the edge, his body between her spread thighs. One more
push/pull effort, and he was sliding into her waiting body.
He buried his face in her neck and moaned "Scully," through gritted
teeth, as the sensations swam through his body. Hot. Wet. Tight.
Home.
She gasped his name in response, and he felt the brief sting of her
nails on his back before her hands slid up his sweat-slicked skin to
fist in his hair once more.
His thrusts were hard and almost uncontrolled, little grunts
escaping his mouth with each one, but Scully met him with equal
intensity. He had teased them both into quite a fevered pitch with
their food play, and could already feel her inner walls clenching
around him.
Her entire body tightened, her grip on his hair almost painful, and
screamed his name as she came, her head arching back in wild abandon.
He followed seconds later, pumping furiously, groaning her name out
in long, drawn-out syllables, his own head arching back, the tendons
in his neck feeling like they would snap with the pressure.
Finally he sagged forward, burying his head in the crook of her neck
once more, his shoulders slumping with exhaustion. Scully's hair
covered his head and tickled his ear as she rested against him with
equal tiredness. The only sound was of their ragged breathing.
His legs were trembling from the strain of leaning into the counter,
half-supporting Scully's weight, and with a small groan, he let
himself slip from her body and step back, carefully letting her down
from her perch.
She wobbled slightly when her feet hit the floor, and he hugged
her to himself clumsily, her face pressing into his sweaty chest.
She didn't seem to mind. A moment later he heard a weak, "Wow."
Felt the motions against his skin as she swallowed, and then she
continued, "I'll never look at a strawberry the same way again."
Mulder's heart swelled with love, and the slightest tinge of lust,
and he chuckled softly. "Neither will I," he returned, and pressed
a kiss to the top of her head. "Let's go back to bed," he added.
Scully nodded, and lifted her head up, pulling out of his loose
embrace. She made a moue of distress and mumbled, "This mess..."
He glanced down at the chocolate mess drying and probably already
hardened on the floor, and their scattered clothes. "In the
morning, Scully. It'll keep."
She surprised him by nodding again, and saying, "'Kay." With that,
she grasped his hand and led him from the kitchen to her bedroom.
She detoured into the bathroom, where he waited in the hallway for
his turn, and then shuffled past him.
Once he joined her in bed, after slipping on another pair of boxers,
he curled around her and discovered she had stolen another one of
his tee shirts. He whispered, "Love you," and heard her quiet
response.
He remembered nothing after his head hit the pillow.
***
end Part 19 of 29
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