Title: Radar Love
Author: T L Young
E-mail: Tlyoung767@aol.com
Rating: NC-17 (graphic sex, colorful language)
Classification: SR
Keywords: Mulder/Scully
Spoilers: Fight the Future
Summary: Mulder and Scully deal with their feelings after Mulder plants a
bug and gets an earful.
Archive: OK for Gossamer, others just let me know where.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me (alas). They are the sole
property of (the golden child) Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and FOX
Television. I am eternally grateful to all of them for bringing these
wonderful characters to life and for providing me with the only show I have
ever deemed interesting enough to become addicted to. No infringement is
intended. Please, accept my apology for what I am about to do to your
property. No money will be made from this endeavor. I'm just a humble
writer bored with my own creations for the moment and desperate to see these
two get it on. Please, don't sue me.
Warning: If you are under 18 get out now. You'll find out about this stuff
soon enough, believe me. If you are offended by graphic sex and politically
incorrect language get out now. You have been warned. I don't want to hear
about it later.
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12:27am
Mulder's Apartment
Mulder lay back on his couch. The cool black leather creaked as he stretched
his long legs, and folded his arms across his bare chest, settling in for the
night. He adjusted the tiny set of headphones he was wearing, turned the
volume up slightly and allowed his body to relax. The sounds emitting from
the headphones were music to his ears. Thanks to Frohike's surveillance
equipment, they were attached to no ordinary receiver. The only station it
was tuned in to was commercial free, all Scully, all the time. He could hear
her getting ready for bed. Small footsteps, the rustle of her clothes as
they hit the floor, drawers being opened and closed, small sounds that he
followed with his ears as well as his imagination. He heard the covers of
her bed being pulled back and the creak of the mattress as she got in. He
waited as she tossed around to get comfortable. Waited for the slow rhythmic
breathing of her sleep that he knew would come. When it had been a hard day,
like today, falling asleep usually took her about five minutes.
Mulder had started "sleeping" with her about a week ago, and it was doing
wonders for his own sleeping habits. A small smile crept across his handsome
face. Would she snore tonight? She did sometimes. A cute dainty little
sound, more like the purring of a cat than a real snore. The sound of it
always made him smile. Such a sweet little sound out of his hard as nails
partner. He closed his eyes and tried to deepen his own breathing. Maybe
sleep, that elusive journey into dreams, would come a little easier to him
tonight. He could hear her sighs deepen in his ears and he felt his
shoulders relax.
He didn't know how long he had been asleep when he felt the back of his neck
tense involuntarily as a strange new sound invaded his thoughts. He opened
his eyes slightly and his brow wrinkled in concentration. What was that? He
waited. Then he heard it again, a new sound that sent him instantly awake.
A groan.
"Mmmmm.........mmmm......Oh! Please,.......make love to me."
Her voice was a slow whisper in his ears. His eyes flew open and he sat up
on the couch. He pressed his hands against the headphones, straining to hear
her better. Was she dreaming? She sighed and the mattress squeaked as she
moved.
"Oh yeah.......Oooo that's it."
He stood up. His heart was hammering now and he was having a hard time
swallowing past the lump in his throat. He could hear her sighs get more
ragged and the sound of her voice get deeper with sexual tension. She
definitely wasn't asleep. Was she with somebody!?
"Mmmmm, ..........Oh yeah. You know how I like it."
Mulder threw his head back in frustration. "Oh God." She was with somebody.
He should not be hearing this. How often in his fantasies had he heard her
like this? Moaning and calling out his name. Who the hell was with her? He
stopped pacing and just listened. She was really getting into it. Whoever
she was with knew what he was doing. His fists clenched. He felt like
choking the motherfucker.
Her smoky voice oozed like honey through his brain and he felt a familiar
tightness in his pants. Jesus, she sounded so hot. He sat back down on the
couch and cradled his head in his hands. He really should not be hearing
this. But, somehow he just couldn't force himself to take off the
headphones. He was paralyzed and this was sweet torture. She sounded better
than even his fantasies would allow. And here he was alone, in his
apartment, hearing her the way he only dreamed about, and it was all for
someone else. His mind was screaming in agony, "She's mine Goddamnit." But
she wasn't. He had no real claim to her, she was free to do as she pleased,
this was a rule of their relationship that he made sure she understood. But,
facing the consequences of those self-imposed rules was agony. He felt a
dull ache in his chest and tears in his eyes; every nerve in his body was on
edge. Fuck! This was worse than getting shot. He heard the sharp intake of
her breath as her passion increased.
"Oh yes! Oh.....Fox that's it."
He stood up so fast the headphones almost got yanked off. She said.....
"Oh Mulder! Yes!"
His face split into a huge lopsided grin. That's when he heard it. A low
faint buzzing sound that he thought was static. He laughed at himself. That
wasn't static. That was a vibrator! It felt like the sun had come out. A
vibrator!? His Scully!? A slow mixture of relief and wonder flowed through
him. She wasn't with anyone! She was fantasizing that she was with him!
This was it. Proof. He had often wondered about her. Wondered weather the
passion of a tiger lay under that cool exterior. Wondered if she ever
thought about him, when she was alone, in the dark. His heart actually hurt.
He slowly slouched back against the couch and just listened. Her breath was
hot and heavy in his ears.
"I want you.............I want you so bad."
His graphic fantasies served him a bit too well as his mind saw her full red
lips say those words. He groaned and placed both hands over his face. "Oh,
my God." His face felt flush and his body began to tingle as all the blood
rushed to his raging hard-on. He lowered his right hand slowly down across
his chest, down past his taught belly until he was grasping himself. He
stroked the silky flesh that was a strange paradox of soft velvet and hard
steel. He smiled, a little proud of himself. "You could cut diamonds with
that Mulder." A warm rush coursed through him and he suddenly felt hot all
over as he imagined his partner putting that tool to use. He whisked his
jogging pants down to give himself more room.
"Oh.....oh, Mulder please. Please.....I want to feel you inside me."
"Oh yeah" he groaned. "I want you too." He could hear her gasping harder,
more desperate now. He knew instinctively that she was going to come. Soon.
He wanted, needed, to be there with her. He wanted more than anything to
fall over the edge with her, explode with her. His balls began to tingle and
his hips pumped convulsively into his hand. A small amount of salty pre-cum
flowed from the tip of his penis and mingled with his own sweat giving him
just enough wetness to let his fantasies take over. In his mind he could
feel her, feel himself pumping into her. Thrusting himself into that sweet,
wet tightness that he could only dream about. In his head he could hear what
he was doing to her.
"Ah.......AH.......OH,yeah.... Here I come."
He groaned and clenched his teeth "Come for me Scully. Say my name."
"AH, I'm coming!"
"Say it."
"Oh....MULDER!"
Hot, sticky semen shot past his pumping fist soaking his chest and stomach,
"Scully!". Every muscle in his body tensed as he arched his back through the
most powerful orgasm he'd had in a while. Slowly, slowly he felt himself
spiral back down to earth.
He was gasping for air, his heart hammering in his chest and it took a minute
for his eyes to regain focus. Holy shit! He let his head fall back against
the couch cushions and stretched his aching muscles. That was......wow! He
could hear her breathing grow slower and steadier even as his own did the
same. He blinked and stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't believe what had
just happened. Couldn't believe what they had just done. Together. That's
gotta be a new world record for me he thought. His orgasm had been so hard
and fast that it bordered on painful. He suddenly had an overwhelming urge
to hold her. He wanted to bury his face in her hair and wrap his arms around
her.
He was so in love with her. His Scully. He guessed that he always had been.
For a while it had scared the shit out of him. He had tried to push her
away. He had told himself at the time that it was for her own protection.
But that was a big fat lie. The truth was, he was afraid. Afraid of losing
himself, afraid of letting go of his fierce need to be independent. The
great Fox Mulder, federal agent, out to save the world. He needed nothing
and no one, or so he thought. But, after that incident in the arctic, when
they had taken her away again, when he had seen her encased in that ice, when
he thought that he really might lose her forever, that's when it hit him.
Hard. He loved her. And he couldn't, wouldn't, be without her. Not ever
again.
And now this. Now he knew. He knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted
her. And not just as her partner, or her friend. What he heard tonight blew
that myth away like so much dust. He heard her sigh with pleasure and he
felt a pang of guilt. What he had done was wrong. He had invaded her
privacy, her private life. If she knew, she would knock him into next week.
But, he respected the truth and still wanted her to know. He wanted her to
know what had just happened. What would she do? Would she run from him? He
sighed. No use thinking about it, there was no way he was going to tell her.
Mulder was a brave man but, contrary to popular belief, he was not crazy.
He picked an old T-shirt up off the floor and wiped himself off. He could
hear Scully moving around. Suddenly he heard a loud crash and he tensed.
"Scully?"
"Damn it" she said, obviously annoyed with herself.
He heard a small click that sounded like a flashlight, and heard her walk
across the room and back. He heard various clinks and tinkles as she picked
up the pieces of whatever she had broken. He started to relax.
"What the hell.......?"
Loud static filled his head and he knocked the headphones to the floor.
"Ow!" He stuck a finger in his left ear and winced. He heard an incessant
ringing and for a moment thought that he might have some permanent hearing
damage. Then he realized it was his phone. He looked at it for a second,
puzzled. He knew, like he always did, who was on the other end. He picked
it up.
"Yeah?"
"Mulder, it's me." She sounded agitated.
"Scully?" It was a little shocking to hear her speak to him, so soon
after.....
"Mulder, I need to......I have to talk to you. I'm coming over."
Mulder stared at the dead receiver in his hand.
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She drove the car a little faster than was safe. She was glad it was so
late. There weren't many people out this time of night. The streetlights
whizzed by. Her hands shook when they weren't busy gripping the steering
wheel. "Hold it together Scully." she muttered to herself. Jesus, she was
freaked. Who the hell would put a bug in her bedroom? And how long had it
been there?
Her face turned a bright shade of red when she thought about the things she
had done, the things she had said right before she found the listening
device. Mulder. Oh God. She'd said his name, more than once. She was
pretty sure that there could be no misinterpretation of the sounds that she
had made. Well, whoever was listening sure got an earful.
Who was listening? What if it was that smoking bastard? Or for God's sake
even Kersh? If it was them, then there wouldn't be any point in hiding her
feelings under the mask of professionalism any more. Not that she really
thought she was fooling anyone anyway. But, what if this somehow put her and
her partner in more danger? Mulder. Should she tell him? She thought about
it for half a second. No way. She couldn't. She would just sink into the
floor in an oozing puddle of embarrassment. She could just hear it now, 'Hi,
I found a bug in my bedroom and, um, whoever was listening heard me getting
it on with myself, and, uh, my vibrator's name is Mulder'. She released a
rush of air through her lips, laughing at the mental picture she had just
imagined. "No way."
She tucked her hair behind her ears. She thought she must look like crap.
She'd just thrown on some clothes and gotten the hell out of her apartment as
fast as she could. She tried to look in the rearview mirror at her
reflection, but it was too dark to see much. Oh well. Why was she driving
like a maniac to his place right now anyway? After she had found the device
she'd crushed it. No one could use it anymore. But, still she had called
him. Why? Her brow wrinkled as she thought about it and in her heart she
knew why. It was because she was scared, and because she needed him. She
stepped harder on the gas.
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"Please tell me that's not what I think it is." Her hands were shaking as
she handed Mulder what was left of the listening device. He studied the
object in his hand but remained curiously silent. "I found it in my bedroom.
I accidentally broke my lamp and this was inside. It's a bug isn't it?"
She tilted her head to try to get a look at his face but he just continued
staring into his hand. If she hadn't already been so upset she might have
been able to read his reaction. What the hell was wrong with him? "It's a
bug isn't it?" she asked him again. A slow, slight nod of his head was all
the answer she got. She took a deep breath and started to pace around the
room. "Who the hell would do that Mulder"? Her hands were on her hips and
she was almost shouting now. "What kind of dark knowledge could someone
possibly gain by listening to what goes on in my bedroom"? She yanked off
her coat in frustration and threw it over one of his dining room chairs. She
took a few deep breaths to regain her normally cool composure and turned to
look at her still silent partner. She folded her arms across her chest, "I
just don't understand this. They put this thing in my neck. They probably
already know everything I'm thinking. Why this"?
"It's Frohike's." He said it so quietly she almost didn't hear him.
"What!?"
He took a deep breath, "It's Frohike's." He saw her mouth drop open in
shock. "I can tell Scully, from the design. It's his." Scully stood
motionless and just stared at him for a full two seconds. Mulder knew that
this was the infamous calm before the storm.
"I am going to KILL that little son-of-a-bitch."
"Scully!"
"He is DEAD Mulder," she shouted as she turned to get her coat. "He is dead
meat." "Why would he do this? What the hell was he thinking?"
"I asked him to."
That stopped her. Dead in her tracks. A chill ran down her spine. He could
not have said what she just thought she heard him say. She slowly turned to
face him, her eyes narrow and her coat draped over her arms. "You what?"
He looked at her sheepishly. He was standing there looking for all the world
like a little boy caught doing something he shouldn't. He grimaced a bit, "I
asked him to".
She could not believe it. "Why!?"
That look of confusion and hurt on her face was killing him. Shit! He
wished he could take the whole thing back. He wished that he had never asked
for the damn bug. She had looked so good when she came through the door. He
was still nervous about what had happened earlier so he had been a little
apprehensive about seeing her. She had waltzed through his apartment door,
clearly comfortable and at home there, wearing a pair of old jeans and a
tight white T-shirt. She wore no makeup, and her hair was slightly messy.
Damn she was sexy. Why did she always look so great when she was a mess?
Scully studied her partner. Why was he just standing there looking at her
like he was some kind of idiot? She wanted answers damn it. Why the hell
would he put a bug in her room? What the hell could he possible hope
to........? Oh shit! Had he heard her?
He saw the change in her face, from confusion and anger to deep scathing
embarrassment. Oh no. No, no, no. Don't be ashamed Scully. "Please,
Scully I can explain......." To his horror she spun around and made a
beeline for the door. He caught up to her in three strides. He slammed the
door shut with his left hand and turned to lean his back against it. "Don't,
go."
She wouldn't look up at him, "Please, get out of my way." Her voice was low
and shaking.
He grabbed her arms "Scully look at me. I don't want you to go. Not like
this. Just.....just listen to me for a minute." She still would not look
up. "Please?" When she finally looked up at him it nearly tore his heart
out. Hurt, anger and disappointment were so plainly written on her face.
She was shaking and tears welled up unbidden. Everything that was in him
wanted to hold her, crush her to him until she stopped looking at him like
that.
"Why Mulder? Why would you do that? Why would you spy on me? After
everything we've been through, don't you......."
"No! No, that's not it at all." his voice was soft and tender. "Scully, I
can't sleep."
Her brow creased in confusion, "What!?"
He looked down at those clear blue eyes and struggled to swallow the lump in
his throat. "I can't sleep. I've tried everything, herbal aids,
self-hypnosis. Nothing works. I can't ..... relax enough to sleep. Not
until.....lately." He wanted to explain everything, how he used to lay awake
at night thinking about her. Worrying about weather she was okay or not.
Driving her neighbors crazy with his midnight visits to her apartment. Never
gaining enough courage to knock on her door.
She was still a little angry, but now she was even more confused. "Mulder, I
know that your past, everything with your sister, still haunts you. But, I
don't understand how that has anything to do with this."
He leaned in closer, "It's not my sister that haunts me Scully." He forced
himself to stay focused on her eyes and not look away as the realization of
what he just said crept across her face.
Her eyes locked with his. What was he saying? She felt her insides turn to
jelly. Those eyes. Did he mean her!? Was she the reason he couldn't sleep?
He wanted to kiss her. Those fantastic lips were hypnotic. Scully's lips
were made for kissing. He knew he had to break this connection, this pull,
or he was never going to finish telling her everything he wanted so much to
tell her. He released his grip on her arms and took a few steps toward his
living room. He raked a hand through his hair, "I just thought that maybe if
I could just... hear you. And.....know that you were safe. I could sleep."
He walked to the couch and sat down. He took a deep breath and looked back
up at her. "It was wrong Scully. It was a wrong, selfish thing to do and
I'm sorry." She was still standing at the door and didn't say anything. He
closed his eyes, cradled his forehead with both hands and propped his elbows
on his knees. He was certain that she would leave.
"Mulder?" Her voice was soft and hesitant. Her face felt hot again with
embarrassment, but she had to ask, "Were
you.........listening.........tonight?" The soft almost imperceptible nod of
his head was answer enough. She wished that she could sink into the floor.
Just disappear. She took a deep breath "Oh.....Mulder I'm......." He stood
up so abruptly that it scared her. She took one step back and reached for
the door.
"Scully don't. Don't ..........be sorry about that." His face was flushed
almost angry. But he wasn't angry with her. He was angry with himself. How
could he be so stupid? How could he invade her privacy like that? Scully
was a very private person. Obviously there were lots of things that he
didn't know about her. Things he had no business knowing without her
permission.
She looked down at the floor. She just could not face him. Her heart was
pounding loudly in her ears. She was certain he could hear it. She secretly
wished for a coronary. "Well, I.....I was just...um." She felt his large
warm hand on her cheek. When had he crossed the room?
"I do it too" he whispered, his breath caressing her ear.
She looked up and found herself once again gazing into those expressive hazel
eyes.
"I don't want you to be ashamed. I think about you all the time."
His voice was even deeper than normal and the sound of it created a wave of
heat that bloomed in her chest and crested between her legs. His thumb
slowly caressed her cheekbone and his other hand gently massaged her left
shoulder. The room seemed suddenly very small. She felt like her whole
world was filled with him. His eyelids dropped seductively as he gazed with
longing at her lips. All she had to do was invite him in. A small movement
toward him, less than a few inches really, was all he would need. Should she
do it? She felt his warm breath on her face and closed her eyes. Hell yes.
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She was so damn beautiful. Those lips. How many times had he stared at
those lips and wanted to kiss her. Hard. Would she push him away? He was
so close he could smell her. A heady mixture of something sweet like vanilla
and a clean soapy scent. The smell of her, the nearness of her sent his
senses reeling. His hand on her cheek burned with a pleasant warmth. Her
skin under his fingers was so soft. He saw her close her eyes and lean her
face up to him. Oh God, thank you!
The initial touch of their lips was electric. They kissed with a tenderness
born from years of worshipping each other from a distance. So soft, so lush.
They teased each other with small thrusts of their tongues, each daring the
other to take this first step just a little further. Mulder pressed into her
harder sliding his lips eagerly across hers and she opened her mouth with a
small groan. That sound went directly from his ears to his groin spreading a
succulent heat throughout his entire body. He still teased her with his
tongue, lightly touching hers then retreating. She threw down her coat and
laced her fingers through his hair pulling his face down and deepening their
kiss. Mulder's eyes flew open in surprise as she shoved her tongue hungrily
into his mouth. Now it was his turn to groan. He shut his eyes to the
sensations swimming around him. The taste of her, the feel of her full lips
against his sent him into weightlessness. This is Scully, he thought. I am
kissing Scully! With an almost animal growl deep in his chest he wrapped his
arms around her tiny body and pressed her against him.
She gasped at the sudden contact. His chest was hard and unyielding against
her sensitive nipples. She could feel his need for her, a substantial bulge
pressing hot and hard against her hip. Her body reacted instantly. Heat
radiated from her crotch and she felt a sudden dampness in her panties. His
hands roamed across her back sending delicious chills across her stomach.
Wherever his hands touched her she felt a heat that made her skin long to
feel him all over her. She moved her hands down to his arms. She moaned
into his mouth when she felt his muscles flex as he ran his hands down her
body.
This was getting dangerous. This was Mulder, her partner, her friend.
Should they do this? Were they ready for this? She broke the kiss with a
breathless word, "Mulder?" He responded by moving the kiss down to her neck
and sliding his hands from her back down to her ass. Oh God, he felt so
good. She ran her hands across his chest. How long had she wanted to do
that? She could feel his heart hammering like an animal caught in a cage,
his hard muscles flexing as he draped himself over her, covering her neck and
collar bone with kisses. He was licking and sucking the hollow of her throat
just above where her T-shirt stopped. Chills coursed through her body and
she pressed herself closer to the heat of him. She inhaled his scent. He
had taken a shower just before she had arrived at his apartment. He smelled
fresh and clean like Spring and fresh cut grass. It was utterly
intoxicating. She lowered her head to nibble at his ear while he kissed her
throat. She followed its outline with her tongue and played her teeth gently
along the sensitive skin. Her hands ran down his back until she got to his
ass. She squeezed and pressed harder against him. He brought his hands up
along her sides. The large span of his hands could almost encircle her tiny
waist and she gasped as his thumbs tickled her ribs. He stood up and looked
at her.
Mulder was fighting an urge to throw her down on the floor and just have it
out right there next to his front door. Her body felt so good. She was an
interesting mix of strong and small at the same time. Her skin was smooth as
satin under his tongue and he didn't think that he could ever get enough of
tasting her lips. He slowly started to untuck her shirt. His hands were
shaking with the effort to go slow. He was fighting an almost animal urge to
rip it off of her. He wanted to see her breasts. He wanted to feel them,
suck them and make her beg for more. He felt her body suddenly go rigid and
tense. He looked back up at her and stopped. She wasn't looking at him but
he could tell through that uncanny connection between them that she was
uncertain. "Scully, tell me what you want." His voice was deep and
trembling with emotion. "If you want to stop we'll stop." She looked up at
him and he gave her one of his best smart-ass grins. "But, I'm kind of
hoping you don't want to."
Oh God that smile! If he hadn't smiled at her then maybe she could have
stopped this madness. But when he looked at her like that, knowing that she
held the power to make him either happy or miserable, she knew that she was
lost. She could never deny him anything, not her life, not her love, and now
certainly not her body when he obviously wanted her so badly. She searched
his eyes and saw all the love and trust that she felt for him reflected back
at her. She smiled up at him with that Scully smile, reserved just for him,
that she knew would knock him out. She took the hem of her shirt out of his
hands and in one smooth motion lifted it over her head and dropped it to the
floor. With that smile still on her face she said, "Go with it Mulder."
He heard his own words, repeated back to him from so long ago. He couldn't
help but chuckle. This wonderful woman was about to give him the most
precious gift and like a sorceress weaving her magic spell she had put all
their fears to rest with just one look. He brought his hands up to her face
and kissed her deeply. "Scully, I love you. I have wanted to tell you for
so long but I was afraid." He saw tears start to pool in her eyes and felt
his own do the same. He smoothed back a stray lock of her silky red hair,
marveling at its texture and color. "I want to show you. Dana, I want to
make love to you."
"Oh, Mulder," was all she could manage to get out before she buried her head
in his chest and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. She wasn't the
sort of person to cry easily but the emotional upheaval of being his partner
and in love with him for so long, the realization of years of yearning to
hear him say just those words, was too much. Happy tears streamed down her
cheeks.
He pulled her away from him and used his thumbs to smooth away her tears. He
smiled shyly down at her, tears of his own telling her that this moment was
just as meaningful for him. He took her hands in his. "Come with me."
He led her into his bedroom, a sanctuary that she had rarely seen. It was
full of books and boxes of files and a bed. He turned to face her. The air
in the room was chilly and she felt goosebumps rise up on her scantily clad
torso. Mulder placed his hands on her shoulders then gently rubbed them
across her chest over the top of her bra and down her arms. His hands were
large and warm on her flesh. "Cold?" he asked noticing the goosebumps. "Not
for long." she answered with a sigh as his hands worked their magic on her.
He smoothed his hands down her back and pressed her to him again eliciting a
soft moan from his partner as he kissed her neck. Mulder unhooked her bra in
one easy motion surprising them both with his dexterity. He stood back and
followed the straps of her bra with his hands as they fell down her arms. He
let the flimsy garment fall to the floor.
Perfect. That was all he could think. Here before him were the most perfect
breasts he had ever seen. They were high and full. Just large enough, with
pert pink hard nipples that begged to be sucked. He felt like he could build
an altar to Scully's breasts and worship there forever. He traced circles
around them with his fingertips. He looked back up into her eyes. They were
glowing and hungry. He tested the weight of her breasts with his hands as he
bent his head to kiss her again. She moaned into his mouth sending a flare
of passion to his already throbbing member.
She brought her hands up to the back of his neck urging him on as he trailed
the kiss from her lips down to her breasts. Her head was thrown back in
breathless anticipation. Her mind reeled, 'Oh God if he doesn't take my
nipple in his mouth NOW I'm going to die.' Mulder saved her. He circled her
right nipple once with his tongue and then captured it with his hot wet
mouth. His strong right arm held her up as her knees buckled. He swirled
his tongue around her nipple again before moving his attention to her left
breast. His full bottom lip drew on her taught flesh, teasing her before he
brought his hot tongue down to lick her. He cupped her right breast with his
left hand, rolling his thumb across her nipple. He gently bit down on the
nipple in his mouth as he lightly pinched her other one with his thumb and
forefinger. Her breath caught in her throat and she moaned as, unbelievably,
she experienced a small tremor deep in her abdomen and felt a new slick flow
of wetness in her panties.
He stood up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down, her body like
putty in his hands, her face flush. He felt like some wild animal wanting to
devour her. He had felt her shaking and the heady mixture of knowing that he
had made her feel that way coupled with the fact that she was so responsive
to him almost converged to create a disaster for Fox Mulder. He wanted to
make this last and he prayed to every God he had ever heard of for help. He
looked down at her and suddenly felt like he was wearing way too many
clothes. He ripped his T-shirt over his head and saw her smile as seams
popped in his haste to get the garment off. She wiggled to undo her jeans
but he stopped her with his hands. "Let me," was all he could say. He bent
down and planted more kisses on her breasts, her belly, her sides. He was
delighted to find out that her soft belly was an especially sensitive area
for her. He was learning all sorts of new things about her and was carefully
sorting and storing them in his hyper analytical brain. He knew this mental
game of sorting categorizing and storing was a cheat, albeit a pleasant one,
but he had to try and keep himself grounded. He managed to undo her jeans
and she lifted her hips up as he proceeded to slide them down her legs.
Legs, mother of God, she had great legs. He couldn't keep his hands off of
them. They were strong and smooth and he kissed his way up their length.
Mulder had always been partial to great legs and even though he had seen
longer ones in his day he couldn't find fault in the shape of Scully's. He
ran his hands up her calves to the backs of her knees, noting with a smile
how that made her shiver. His lips burned a fiery trail up her inner thigh
as he bent her knees and parted her legs. He was kissing the fleshy part of
her thigh right near the very core of her, when the smell of her sex filled
his nostrils with a heady aroma. He stopped for a moment. He closed his
eyes, brought his nose down to her damp panties and breathed her in. His
penis twitched in its eagerness to fill that hot wetness, and he thought he
might lose it. He sat up and looked at her. Her head was thrown back, she
had the sheets balled up in her fists, her legs were parted, she was
completely open to him. He didn't think he could live a hundred years and
ever see a more beautiful sight. 'Please, God let me make this good for her'
was the only coherent thought rattling around in his head as he pulled her
panties down. The sight of her damp auburn curls drew a small smile across
his lips. File that question away. The panties joined her bra on the floor
and Scully spread her legs wider. He kissed his way up her thighs again and
felt her hands tangle themselves in his hair, pulling him impatiently to his
destination. His hands moved up over her hips as he poised himself over her,
letting his breath tickle her most private places. She thrust her hips up at
him but he held her down. "Oh Mulder, PLEASE." His name on her lips was
almost a sob. He couldn't deny her any longer.
Scully felt as if she were hanging from a precipice, dangling by a thread,
barely clinging to sanity. Then he did the most wonderful thing. He licked
her from the edge of her folds all the way up to that throbbing bundle of
nerves at the apex of her sex. One long swipe of that gloriously wet hot
tongue. She drew in one long hard breath and let it out with a sound that
she didn't quite recognize as her own. He began to work on her in earnest,
licking her, tonguing the very core of her, in and out, in imitation to that
part of him that she knew would be so damn good. With each thrust of his
tongue his nose brushed up against her clitoris, driving her slowly out of
her mind. She felt the heat in her body center on that bundle of nerves,
felt her inner muscles begin to contract rhythmically to his tonguing. He
gently replaced his tongue with first one, then two fingers, increasing the
delicious pressure, and stroking that oh so sensitive spot inside of her. He
moved his mouth to her clitoris and tongued it in slow circles matching the
rhythm of his fingers inside her throbbing wetness. She felt her inner
muscles begin to spasm and pushed her hips against him finding that sweet
pulsing rhythm, wanting him deeper inside of her, wanting more. He sucked
gently on her, and increased the rhythm of his hand, matching her desperate
thrusts. "OH, Oh my God YES, YES FOX THAT'S IT!" She was lost in an
undertow, unable to think coherent thoughts. She was caught in the swirl of
it; all she could do was ride the wave, up, up, up until it placed her
slowly, gently back against the shore.
He moved himself to her side and watched in awe as she slowly came back to
reality. He cupped her center as he drew his fingers out of her still
clenching wetness. She jerked at the sensation against her now oversensitive
sex. "Oooo" she complained and wrinkled up her nose. He smiled down at
her and propped his head up with his right hand. Her eyes were still closed,
her labored breaths a testament to the wild journey he had taken her on. She
had called him Fox. He smiled again at the memory. The rules that he had
made up so long ago, about calling one another by their given names, had been
made as a desperate attempt to maintain some sort of personal distance from
her. The sound of his name on her lips had driven him crazy even then. He
was glad that she had understood, glad that she had known that in this moment
when they were together like this he didn't want them to be just Mulder and
Scully. He wanted them to be Fox and Dana, two people with nothing else in
the world but each other. He arranged her fiery hair into a halo on the
mattress beneath her and she looked up at him with clear blue eyes. She
smiled at him. "Good?" he asked. She nodded her head "Mmmhmm." He leaned
down to kiss her; her soft lips were like a drug that he was already addicted
to. She kissed him deeply, exploring his mouth with her tongue. She moved
her hands down to his chest and with surprising strength pushed him over
until she was straddling his hips. She smiled down at him, her hair
cascading around her face "But, I want something else now" His heart leaped
in his chest. He brought his hands up smoothing her hair back away from her
beautiful face. She leaned her lips into his hand and kissed his palm. She
worked her way across the surface of his hand until her lips could capture
his thumb. His eyes lit up in surprise as she drew his thumb into her mouth.
He could feel her tongue circling its way up and around his lucky appendage
erotically reminding him what her mouth could do to other areas of his
anatomy. She looked directly in his eyes as she slowly pulled her lips from
his thumb in a long hard suck. With a shuddering sigh he exhaled the breath
he wasn't even aware that he had been holding.
She leaned down and began kissing her way down his neck, across his chest,
and slowly, slowly down his abdomen. She marveled at the velvet texture of
his skin under her tongue. She couldn't get enough of the taste of him, the
pure manly scent and feel of him. She ran her hands down his torso and began
moving her hips against his massive erection. She could feel the heat of him
even through his jogging pants and it made a certain part of her body
profoundly hungry for him. But first she wanted to taste him. She hooked
her fingers over the waistband of his pants and looked up at him. His head
was back, his mouth slightly open, she could tell that he was fighting for
control and it gave her an exhilarating feeling of power over him. She
gently removed his pants and boxers. She looked down at him, at the weighty
fullness of him and almost forgot about her intentions of tasting him. The
need to have him inside of her was so great that she could feel the
beginnings of a climax just by imagining that part of him thrusting into her.
She had seen him naked before, a few times when he had been injured or sick
and she couldn't keep herself from sneaking a peek at him, she could tell
then even in his weakened condition that his body held the promise of
greatness. She gazed hungrily down at him and decided that she was more than
pleased, she was pleasantly surprised. "See something you like?" He was
looking down at her with that grin that always made her blush. She decided
to see what she could do to replace that self-satisfied look with something
else. She eased herself up between his legs, slowly licking and kissing as
she went. With those long legs of his it seemed like an eternity before she
reached her ultimate destination. She kissed the inside of his leg just next
to his balls and heard him groan. Her lips traveled over the length of his
shaft and she felt his legs go stiff. She circled the head of his penis with
her tongue, teasing him with the wetness and heat that she knew he was dying
for. She looked up at him. Success! His eyes were closed and the features
of his face were twisted in an intoxicating mixture of pure pleasure and
absolute agony. She brought her lips down over him as far as she could take
him in, groaning herself at the feel of the weight of him in her mouth. She
swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip as she sucked her way up his
length using her hand to gently stroke his testicles. Then she brought her
mouth slowly back down over him, surprising herself by bringing him even
further into her throat. His hips swayed toward her mouth and he groaned
again. He tangled his fingers into her hair and pulled her off of him. He
was looking at her with more passion than she had ever seen him look at
anything. His eyes practically sparkled. Feeling that energy and fire
directed at her was utterly hypnotic. "I want to be inside you." His voice
was deep and harsh. "Right now."
She positioned herself over him. Looking down she decided that she wanted to
watch his face as he entered her for the first time. She reached down and
guided him to her opening. She swirled the tip of his penis around her folds
until he was glistening in slick wetness. She lowered herself onto him,
taking it slow, allowing her body to stretch and adjust as she guided him
into her inch by glorious inch. She had meant to watch his face but her eyes
fluttered shut at the strength of this new sensation inside of her. Finally
he was all the way in, totally, fully, completely. Her inner muscles
surrounding him expanded and contracted, pulsing and creating more wetness
around this welcome intruder. Her face felt flush. Mulder was inside her.
Finally. He filled her completely, there was room for no more and no want
for any less. He was perfect. She heard him sigh and opened her eyes to see
his face. She saw the most erotic thing she had ever seen in her life. Fox
Mulder, his face flush, his eyes half shut in ecstasy his full lips slack and
wet. He looked like he was going to come. Suddenly, she wanted him to come
more than anything else in the world. She wanted to give him that glorious
release and know that she had been the one to do it. She began to move. He
brought his hands up to her hips and stilled her. "W .. Wait. Just.....give
me a second, okay?" His voice was almost unrecognizable it was so soft and
desperate.
Sweet Jesus, she felt so good. He was deep inside her, buried to the hilt
inside this woman. She was so wet, and hot, and tight. He could feel her
muscles contracting around him, massaging him to the point of no return.
When she started to move he thought he was going to blow it. Thank God she
stopped when he asked her to. He wanted to make this last as long as he
could. He wanted to watch her come again, wanted to feel it while he was
deep inside her. That thought was not helping him with his current
predicament. Just breathe, in and out; think about basketball, the Nicks. I
wonder if the damn NBA is even going to start this year. He smiled. There
that did it. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. She was waiting,
patiently studying him. He brushed her hair back away from her face and she
brought her hand to his cheek. She was smiling at him with that Scully
smile, that indefinable lift at the corners of her mouth. "I love you
Mulder." His breath caught in his throat and he closed his eyes. Her voice
echoed in his ears, love you love you love you. She loved him. He brought
her down to his body and wrapped his arms around her, capturing her in a
tight embrace. He could feel her love, her warmth surrounding him, keeping
him safe, keeping him whole. He felt her nipples press into his chest, felt
her tight heat surrounding his turgid flesh. He wanted to make love for the
rest of his life to this wonderful, beautiful, smart, strong, enigmatic
woman. He wanted to make her his, claim her, so that no one else would dare
touch her again. He put his hands in her hair and pulled her face up to his.
He kissed her fiercely and started to move inside her. She moaned into his
mouth as he brought his knees up bracing his feet against the mattress,
sliding in and out of her slick heat. He moved slowly, pulling himself all
the way out to the tip then slowly sliding all the way in, again, and again,
and again. He was driving them both to the point of madness with this slow
deep rhythm. She broke their kiss and gasped for air leaning her forehead
against the mattress beside his ear. His hands were on her hips, guiding her
and forcing this slow wonderfully agonizing pace. All the way out, back in.
All the way out, back in. "Do you like that?" he whispered. He felt her nod
her head. He pulled slowly all the way out then paused with just the tip of
his penis still inside of her. Waiting. Teasing. He could feel her muscles
sucking at the head of his penis, desperately trying to draw him back into
her warmth. "Oh Mulder, please." she whimpered. He thrust into her hard and
fast winning a gasp and moan from his partner. He pulled back out of her
slowly and paused. Then thrust into her again. Again, slowly out, pause,
then thrust. Again and again. She was moaning almost continuously now. He
could feel the pressure building inside his balls, but now he was in complete
control. A man on a mission.
She was groaning, "Oh God please."
"Please what?" he whispered.
"Please." she whimpered
"Tell me what you want." he slowly pulled out of her and slammed up into her
again.
"OH GOD fuck me, faster."
He rolled them over, still embedded in her, until she was under him. She
spread her legs and held on to his shoulders. He lifted himself up so he
could watch her face. He began thrusting into her, his shaft sliding in and
out of her slick tight heat, finding the rhythm that made her eyes shut and
her head roll back. His balls bounced against her with every stroke and it
was getting increasingly difficult for him maintain his control. He brought
his hand down and circled her clitoris with his thumb rubbing it with the
same rhythm as his thrusts. She gasped, her hips pumping, matching him
stroke for delicious stroke. He was losing it, Oh God please make her come.
She was writhing on the bed rolling her head from side to side panting and
moaning louder and louder with each thrust. Suddenly she jerked with the
cry of something that sounded like his name on her lips and her whole body
went rigid. He instinctively shortened his strokes, feeling the waves of her
orgasm surging around the entire length of his shaft, allowing her to ride
this out as long as possible. He looked up at her face, Jesus she was still
coming, still shouting. Wetness and spasms surged around his throbbing
penis and he couldn't take it anymore. He started fucking her in earnest,
rutting into her like some wild animal, completely forgetting who he was, who
she was, grabbing her shoulders and slamming her into him until his balls
bounced against her ass. The pressure was incredible, his entire penis was
swollen with it, until he finally cried out her name and crashed into a wall
of ecstasy.
His semen shot into her so powerfully she felt it. He collapsed onto her,
not conscious enough to hold himself up any longer. The weight of him on top
of her was wonderful. He was still inside her, still throbbing with the
power of his orgasm his breath coming in gasps. She ran her hand through his
damp hair. He had really let lose on her and she smiled at the thought
knowing how much he liked to be in control of everything. She had come so
hard that she had actually passed out. When she came back to consciousness
he had been pumping into her fiercely like some animal in heat. Just
thinking about that look on his face was enough to make her want him again.
He groaned and lifted himself up in an effort to relieve her of his weight.
She wrapped her arms around him and held him still. He looked down at her,
his eyes still misty, not yet focused, and smiled. He traced the delicate
features of her face with his finger pausing to let her kiss it. She
caressed his cheek and smiled back.
They were loved. Greatly. They could see it reflected in each others eyes,
and feel it in their touch. Words were not necessary. So, they let their
eyes say what they wanted to say. Just like they always had.
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Well that's it. What do you think? Please tell me. You know you want to.
My E-mail: Tlyoung767@aol.com. Please excuse the grammar because my
sentence structure skills really suck. This is my first attempt at this sort
of thing. So please, be gentle.