The Red and the Black - 2/2 Summary and disclaimers in Part 1 ***** Mulder's Apartment Building 10:36 P.M. Friday They took separate cars. What the hell had he been thinking, letting her take her own car? He supposed it was his way of giving her a way out. Of pretending this night had never happened. He would spend the weekend alone, and he would go to work Monday as if nothing odd had occurred. The huge sigh of relief he emitted when he saw her car park behind his on the street in front of his apartment building was more eloquent than any words, but he uttered, "Thank you, God," anyway. As she stepped out of the car, he let his eyes drift down the expanse of leg that was bared in the process. His body, which had calmed down slightly on the drive over, suddenly came to attention once more. She smiled at him as she slammed the car door shut, but he saw the uncertainty there, and he knew she had considered turning around and going home on the drive over. Probably more than once. He quickly walked up to her and took her hand, then lead her toward the building. No words were spoken as they stepped inside and headed for the elevator. The tension was so incredibly thick, Mulder finally understood the saying 'cut it with a knife.' They stepped into the elevator and Mulder pressed the '4' on the panel. It was a route both of them had traveled many times before, but he realized suddenly that they had rarely traveled it together. He shifted his grip on her hand, hoping his palm wasn't too sweaty, and became even more nervous when he thought about the state of his apartment. When was the last time he had cleaned? Vacuumed? Washed the sheets? 'Oh, come on, Mulder! It's not like she doesn't know what a slob you are! This is Scully!' But that was the problem. This was Scully! The doors slipped open and they moved out of the elevator and toward the end of the hall where his apartment was. Mulder reached into his front jeans pocket to collect his keys. It wasn't easy to fish them out as his jeans were much tighter than they normally were. Scully noticed, but didn't say a word. She looked like she was biting the inside of her cheek, though. Most likely to keep from laughing. He sent her a glare, then proceeded to unlock his door. Once inside, his head started pounding. Tension headache, he thought wryly. Scully had given him more than his share of those, but not for these reasons! He closed and locked the door behind her, then turned to face her. She stood in the foyer, hands clasped loosely in front of her, watching him expectantly. He fumbled with the keys in his hand, then tossed them onto the table next to the door. He took a deep breath. "Want something to drink?" She shook her head silently. "Something to eat?" Another shake. He opened his mouth to ask her some other inane question, but she interrupted him. "Mulder, shut up and kiss me." He smiled slightly. "Wait. I hear a song in there!" Trying not to smile, Scully stepped forward, shaking her head in exasperation. With a laugh, Mulder reached down and pulled her into his arms. Scully wrapped her arms around his neck, opening her mouth to meet his without hesitation. The kiss deepened, and the room around them became noticeably warmer. The silence of the night was filled with the soft sounds of their kisses, the drone of the motor on the aquarium and the steady chorus of crickets from outside Mulder's open window. Mulder began backing Scully into the wall behind her, pressing his body hard against her, slightly fearful of being too forceful with her. But she responded to his actions, grinding her hips against his arousal. He groaned. Almost desperately, he brought his hands down to her buttocks and grasped her firmly with his hands. She gasped and brought her right leg up, her knee bent, to his hip. The movement opened up her most sensitive area to him, and he thrust against her again, feeling her incredible heat even through his jeans. Bringing his hand up under her raised thigh, he bent his knees slightly and picked her up. She grabbed his shoulders, helping him to carry her slight weight, and wrapped her other leg around his lean hips. Mulder turned away from the wall and headed for his bedroom. She wasn't very heavy, but the journey from his foyer to his bedroom was still treacherous because she kept wriggling her hips, grinding herself against his straining arousal. "Scully, stop," he whimpered against her neck. Her only response was a throaty laugh. And the wriggling continued. Finally, they were there. Without thought, Mulder fell onto the bed, landing heavily on Scully. She grunted softly, then proceeded to thrust her hips up into him. "Now that you got me where you want me, what'd ya gonna to do about it?" Her voice was breathless and husky at the same time. It didn't sound at all like Scully. This was Dana again. Mulder pulled away from her. "Well, first I'm gonna get out of these God damn jeans." He stood upright over her and started to unbuckle his belt. Scully immediately rose up on her knees on the bed in front of him. "Here. Let me help." Her fingers tangled with his for a moment as he tried to undo the metal button, but then one hand slid down to stroke him through his jeans. "Scully," he groaned again. "You're not helping!" He pulled away from her and backed up about two steps. "Dammit! It's been too long for me. I won't be able to last long going like this! If you want to help, get outta that dress!" He stopped, realizing he was practically shouting. Scully was unfazed by his desperation. As he struggled out of his jeans, belatedly realizing he had to get his shoes off before the jeans could be removed completely, she reached behind her and undid the one button at the back of her neck. Sliding off the bed, she let go of the top of the dress and slowly pushed it down her body. Mulder, who had had to sit down in the room's only chair to finish his undressing, stopped and stared in wonder. She had nothing on under the dress but a little pair of red silk panties. She stepped out of the dress and kicked it away, then stood straight before him, wearing nothing but her strappy black sandals and that tiny scrap of red silk. With a feral growl, Mulder ripped his T-shirt over his head and stood, completely naked, his penis jutting out of its nest of dark hair. God, he hurt. He didn't remember ever being this hard before. He moved toward her, but stopped suddenly as Scully backed away from him, the backs of her knees hitting the bed hard enough to make her falter. He forced his gaze away from her beautiful breasts and met her eyes. There was unmistakable fear in their depths, barely visible under the desire. "Scully?" He started to feel panic creeping into his soul. What if she had changed her mind? Jesus! What if she couldn't go through with it? Where did that leave him? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He would live. He would never make her continue if she didn't want to, whether by force or by persuasion. He would let her go. He opened his eyes to find her staring at him. Staring DOWN at him. He looked down at himself. Okay, so he was a little large, but he was far from huge! She couldn't possibly be nervous about that, could she? He looked at her again. She met his eyes, and the innocence and nervousness he saw there shocked him. It had never dawned on him that she might be inexperienced. Hell, she'd had an affair with a married man! She'd had a one-night-stand with a psycho from Philadelphia! She wasn't a virgin! She licked her lips and the movement made his body clench. "It's been a while for me," she whispered. She looked down. "A long while." Slowly, he stepped close to her, grasping her shoulders lightly. "If you don't want this to happen...?" She shook her head. "No! I do!" She looked up. "I think I NEED it to happen." Without taking her eyes from his, she reached down and grasped him. His hips instinctively thrust forward into her soft hand. 'This isn't going to work,' he thought. 'I won't be able to hold out long enough for her to come.' He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. He met her startled look with a wry smile. "I don't need any help here, Dana." He moved over to the bed and pushed himself into the middle of it, back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. He reached his hand out to Scully. "Let's concentrate on you." She took his hand and crawled onto the bed beside him. She started to slip off her shoes, but Mulder stopped her. "No. Leave them on." He reached out and touched the top band of her panties, running his finger along it. "These too. For now." He grasped her waist and lifted her slightly. Understanding dawned on her face and she moved her left leg over him, straddling him. He settled her on his thighs, just centimeters away from his throbbing erection. He looked down, only to grimace in sensual pain as he noticed the wetness seeping through the red silk. It wasn't long before he began to feel it against his legs. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He moved his hands, which had settled on her hips, up, caressing her ribcage, his thumbs brushing each other as he slowly swept upward. Finally, he cupped her breasts. He had always thought of himself as a breast man. Hell, weren't most men? Scully's were absolutely exquisite. They weren't large, but their weight was perfect in his hands. And they had the most beautiful shape. White and round and full, with tight, rosy colored nipples. Tight because of him, he knew. With a deep breath, as if he was about to dive underwater, he dipped his head down and took a nipple in his mouth. She shuddered and gasped above him, her hands gripping his shoulders. She rose on her knees slightly, pushing herself further into his mouth. He suckled harder in response, rolling his tongue around the sweet peak. Scully's breathing became erratic. Mulder moved over to the other breast, leaving the first nipple to stand wet and aroused in the night air. "Mulder!" Scully groaned as he began teasing the other breast. He didn't lift his head, nor did his tongue stop its torture, but he did bring one of his hands down between her legs, cupping her through her panties. His own breathing became strained when he felt the panties nearly dripping with her moisture. He pulled his mouth away from her breast, rubbing his hand over her sweet spot at the same time. Almost unconsciously, he raised his hand to his nose and breathed in, eyes closed. He sighed deeply, then opened his eyes to find her watching him, her eyes so incredibly dark, and curious as well. He brought his hand up to her nose. "Wanna smell the most beautiful smell in the world?" he asked huskily. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. He smiled. Then he moved his hand back down between her legs, this time bringing his fingers under the wet silk. Carefully, he slipped two fingers deep inside her. He groaned as she started rocking against his hand, riding it. "Mulder," she breathed. "Please." "What?" he asked, just as breathless as her. "What do you want?" She pulled herself off of him, sliding her panties off in one quick motion. She lay back and looked over at him. "You!" she demanded. "In me! Now!" "Yes, ma'am," he responded with a grin, then swung himself over her, positioning himself between her legs. He brought his hand down, using his fingers to part her slick opening. The sound he heard as he slid home made him groan. The feel of her tight body accepting all of him without complaint or resistance made him groan even louder. The sound of Scully's "Ohhhhhhhhh!" as he settled inside her nearly sent him over the edge. He lay still for a moment, taking in all the feelings, both physical and emotional, that swarmed him. Here he was, lying over Scully, leaning on his elbows, his body deeply embedded in hers. He opened his eyes and looked down at her, hoping she was as happy with this situation as he was. When his eyes met hers, she smiled. A glorious, full smile. An intoxicatingly estastic smile. He couldn't help but smile back. Then she closed her eyes and drew her knees up alongside his hips, bringing him in even deeper. His breath caught. He had been sure he could get no deeper, but she had proved him wrong. For once, he was glad Scully had proved him wrong. Slowly, he began to slide out of her. He felt her legs tighten around him, as if she was afraid he was going to leave her and wasn't about to let him go. He grinned again, then thrust hard back into her. Her shocked gasp made him open his eyes, if only to insure it hadn't been a gasp of pain. But there was no pain on her face. Only stunned passion. He continued his thrusts. Slowly out. Pause. Shove it in. Pull out slow. Wait. Pound it in. Over and over, faster and faster. 'Can't stay slow. Gotta go faster. Harder. No! Gotta make sure she's with me. I refuse to do this alone. I'm not going alone!' "More!" Was that his mind again? No. It was Scully. She was screaming! "Mulder! Oh, my God! Harder! Oh, my God! Ohhhhhhh!" He felt her internal muscles contract around him, and for a moment he didn't know what that meant. He didn't remember ever feeling a woman's orgasm before. But there it was, squeezing him, milking him. "Oh, God!" Was that him or Scully? Did it matter? One more thrust and he felt the unbearable pressure release itself into her body. Another, and the pressure eased further. A third, and the last of his essence was expelled into the woman beneath him. He sank down, into her warmth, into the sweet smell of her passion and sweat. The smell of sex. He had never felt so exhausted in his life. Still, he managed to pull himself over onto his side, bringing her with him. He wrapped his arms around her and threw a leg over her, holding her small body close to his. Not wanting to ever let her go. The night was silent for a while as their breathing slowed. Mulder eased away from his lover a bit, realizing how tightly he had been holding her. His lover. He sighed. Finally, he could add that adjective to the woman next to him. Partner. Friend. Lover. Perfect. "Mulder?" Scully's voice startled him, and he lifted his head to look at her. Her lipstick, that bright red lipstick, was gone. Probably all over him, he thought. And her eyeliner had smudged, leaving streaks of dark under her eyes. Had he done that? No, he realized. She had been crying. She was still crying. "Scully?!" He felt panic again. If he had hurt her... Scully must have recognized the fear in his eyes. She placed a hand on his chest. "I'm all right," she said. "I just..." she stopped. "Thank you." Mulder was thoroughly confused. "For what?" She smiled slightly, but didn't look him in the eye. She gestured around her, at the bed they were laying on, at themselves. "For this." She met his gaze. "For showing me how wonderful it can be. For proving to me how wonderful WE could be. I never..." Mulder lay silent for a while. How did he ask this? "How long has it been for you, Scully?" Scully laughed softly. "Ethan." Mulder's brow furrowed. "Ethan? Weren't you seeing him when you were assigned to the X Files?" Scully nodded. "He broke up with me shortly afterward." "Why?" It wasn't a personal question in Mulder's mind. He truly couldn't understand why anyone would leave Scully. "I guess he didn't like dating Mrs. Spooky." There was no sadness in her voice, no self-pity. It was a simple fact. "Bastard." Mulder frowned. "What about Jerse?" Scully shook her head. "Nothing happened with Ed Jerse. He slept on the couch." "Was he crazy? Ah, scratch that! I already know the answer to that." Scully gave his shoulder a playful shove. "Why?" He didn't elaborate, but Scully must have known what he meant. "He wasn't you." Another fact from the mouth of Dana Scully. She moved up on an elbow. "You said it had been a while for you, too. But it couldn't have been that long." He knew she was thinking of Diana. He lay back and looked at the ceiling. The thought that he should never have gotten rid of that damn mirror passed through his thoughts. Would have been handy tonight. But he had kept waking himself up when he moved, so he had taken it down. "Almost six years." "What?!" Mulder looked at her. "Don't sound so shocked. Men CAN be celibate. If they try really, really hard." "I know that." Scully retorted. "I'm Catholic, remember?" She paused. "What about Diana?" "What about Diana?" He stared at her hard, and he knew she understood. She smiled, then she fell back onto the bed. "Well, damn! You certainly haven't lost any expertise in six years." Mulder felt a chuckle rising from his chest. "Expertise? Is that what you call it?" "Well, yeah. After all, you made me...well, you know. And no one else has ever---" "What!" Mulder interrupted her, sitting up suddenly. "You've never...?" Scully shook her head in reply. "Not...with...someone," she said hesitantly. Mulder fell back on the bed, shock coursing through him. "Then you are a virgin." Scully snorted. "Well, I guess you could look at it that way." She raised herself back onto her elbow. "So, Fox, was this just a one time phenomena, or do you think you could do it again? 'Cause, I kinda liked it." He looked at her, still off balance by her admission. "Sure. Put pressure on me now, why don't ya?" She laughed. "Oh, come on! I have faith in you!" She rolled over so that she was sprawled on top of him. They both stilled and looked at each other with astonishment. "Maybe I better take off my shoes now, huh?" Their laughter as she did just that continued for quite a while, until soon, it turned into passion once more. ************************************************************ Mulder's Apartment 3:29 A.M. Saturday Mulder moved slightly in his sleep, and the movement roused Scully. She cracked her eyes open, glad to see by the glowing numbers on Mulder's alarm clock that she had a couple more hours to sleep. She closed her eyes. Wait a minute. It's Saturday. And she and Mulder had already made a deal to spend the rest of the weekend here. In bed. She shifted, taking note of her surroundings. The sheets beneath her were damp, from sweat and other...things. She and Mulder lay uncovered because it was far too warm to sleep under even a sheet and Mulder rarely, if ever, used his air conditioner. She felt scratchy with dried sweat, and she was more than a little sore down below. She should have been incredibly uncomfortable. Instead, she had never been happier. Mulder had made love to her three times already. Even he had been amazed by his stamina, it seemed. And each time, he had rewarded her faith in him. In fact, the last encounter had resulted in three powerful orgasms for her; each one had been stronger than the one beforehand. She didn't know if it was simply because seven long years of sexual tension had been eased or something else, but she hoped it continued for a long time. Even if it didn't, if sex ended up becoming 'average' for them, she had no doubt their love would still remain strong. Mulder suddenly jerked awake, panic in his eyes. "Scully!?" She quickly reached for him. "I'm here." Nightmares. Scully knew they would never go away. But she also knew they were easier to deal with if you didn't wake up alone. "I'm right here." She moved into his embrace, and sighed deeply as his arms tightened around her. "Scully?" "Yes?" "I love you." She felt tears flood her eyes, and didn't try to stop them. "I know." She took a deep breath. "I love you, too, Mulder." Slowly, his breathing deepened until he was asleep once again, a smile on his face. Yes, the weekend was going to be very interesting indeed. She'd have to remember to make a few calls in the morning, however. She'd have to call her friends Kim and Susan, who had helped her pick out the perfect dress to go with those high-heeled sandals she had bought last summer and had never worn. She'd have to call Tony to thank him for calling her and telling her Mulder was at Slap Happy's tonight. And she'd have to call her mother and tell her that her plan had worked. Then, she'd settle back and enjoy the weekend. Maybe, someday, she'd tell Mulder. Maybe. THE END How do you define normal?