TITLE: "CAPTIVE"
BY: X-Phan
E-MAIL ADDRESS: xphan1013@yahoo.com

RATING: NC-17 for graphic sensual situations and the gutter 
words "hell", "shit", and "damn", if such things frighten 
you, run for the hills, this ain't for you

CLASSIFICATION: SR, H, Story/Romance, some Humor, One Bed

TIMEFRAME/SPOILER WARNING: Set before the last 2 seasons, 
during the "status quo" time before "the baby", Doggett, 
Mulder's abduction etc... but no serious spoilers.

KEYWORDS:  Bit of UST lots a MSR

SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully are held captive together with 
an amusing twist courtesy of their good buddy the one-armed 
man.

ARCHIVE INFO: Can be archived anywhere as long as my name, 
address and disclaimer stay intact.

FEEDBACK: Please email me with any comments, reviews, 
constructive criticism, etc...

DEDICATION: To all those fans and readers that keep the 
X-Files universe alive.  Mulder and Scully do exist, if 
only in our imaginations.

DISCLAIMER: The X-Files and the characters of Mulder and 
Scully belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and 
Fox Broadcasting, and are used without permission. No 
copyright infringement is intended, no profit will be 
gained. 

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The X-Files: "Captive" 
by X-Phan






Krycek dropped a piece of paper on the floor, walked out of 
the concrete room, and closed the heavy door, hearing the 
lock make a satisfying click.  He couldn't help but smile, 
amused at his little addition to the plan, as he dropped 
two piles of clothes on the floor.  As always he had 
followed the old man's instructions to the letter... 
well almost, but he couldn't fault himself for having 
a good laugh at the expense of the dynamic duo in there.  
In his line of work you just had to take advantage of 
opportunities for jocularity when they presented themselves.
 
Krycek thought as he left the building, got in his car, and drove away.

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Earlier that night:

Scully closed the door to her apartment and dropped her bag 
by the door.  She and Mulder had just gotten back from a 
long case and it was late Friday night, time to relax and 
unwind.  She was on her way to change out of her work 
clothes and into something more comfortable, but as soon as 
she stepped into the bedroom she felt an arm go around her 
waist and a jab in her arm.  She fought for a moment and 
tried for her gun, but quickly lost her train of thought as 
everything began to get hazy.  Before she lost 
consciousness, she heard a familiar voice whispering.

"Nighty night."

After tossing her gun on the bed, Krycek made sure she was 
out before throwing her over his shoulder and leaving the 
apartment.  He slid her into the back seat of his car and 
headed off to make sure his goons didn't screw up their 
little assignment.  He had noticed she had already begun to 
undo the top few buttons of her blouse and an idea began to 
form in his head.  By the time he arrived at Mulder's 
apartment building a short time later he had to concentrate 
to hide the malicious smirk that had come from his new 
adjustment to the plan.  Krycek got out of his car and 
walked up to the front door as two large men emerged 
carrying an unconscious Fox Mulder.  They put him in the 
back of their own dark sedan.

"Have any trouble?"  Krycek asked the larger one.

"Nah, he was asleep on the couch."

"Good, meet me there."

Krycek and the men returned to their respective cars and 
drove into Maryland.  An hour later they arrived at their 
destination, a nondescript warehouse owned by no one that 
would be traceable.  Krycek and the men got out of their 
cars.  He gave them their orders.

"Bring them in then you can go."

The men did as they were told and followed Krycek into the 
building carrying Mulder and Scully.

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Day 1


Mulder awoke slowly, noticing his couch had gotten rather 
cold and hard.  He opened his eyes to see a bare light bulb 
hanging from the ceiling of what was definitely not his 
apartment.  He sat up and immediately realized a number of 
things, he was lying on a concrete floor and it was cold 
because he was naked, also he wasn't alone, he was with his 
equally naked partner.

"Scully!  Wake up."

Mulder shook her awake.

"Scully are you okay?"

"Ahhh!  What?"

"Are you okay?"

Scully was now fully awake and running through the same 
list of conclusions he had.

"I'm all right.  What happened?  Where are we?"

"Don't know.  Last I knew I was sacked out on my couch...then here."

He stood up and pulled her to her feet as it came back to her.

"Krycek."  She whispered.  "I was walking into my bedroom 
when he grabbed me and stabbed me in the arm with something."

Her hand went to her arm where there was a hypodermic 
needle puncture wound.  Mulder had a similar one.  At the 
mention of that hated name he grimaced.  Once again 
noticing their state of undress he spoke up.

"Are you sure you're okay, that you haven't been, uh, hurt?"

She read the implied question in his eyes and her eyes went 
wide.  She quickly turned around and reached down to make 
sure she was okay.  Breathing a sigh of relief, she said, 
"I'm fine, I haven't been... touched."

He seemed more relieved than her.  She wrapped her arms 
around her chest and turned back around.

"Let's find a way out of here," she said.

Mulder turned around to survey their tiny room.  There were 
no windows, the only light coming from the bulb hanging 
from the ceiling.  The only furniture in the room was a 
mattress in one corner.  In another corner there was a 
small doorway that led to a little bathroom with a toilet 
and sink.  Mulder then noticed the piece of paper on the 
floor that had been lying next to him and picked it up.

It read:

The door is on a time lock.
In three days it will release you,
after it is too late for you to 
interfere with matters that are none
of your business.

He handed it to Scully who also read it.  They then 
proceeded to pound on the door and call for help knowing it would be of no use.  

"Damn it's a long weekend, no one is even going to miss us 
until Tuesday," said Mulder.

They sat down on opposite sides of the mattress both facing 
toward the door but mostly away from each other.

"Mulder, have any idea what time it is?"

"I'm not very tired, so I probably got a night's sleep.  
I bet it is sometime Saturday morning, but can't tell for 
sure with no windows in the room.  Look on the bright side, 
Scully, they don't mean for us to die, they left food."

Mulder pointed to a box near the mattress with a couple of 
jugs of water and some boxes of non-perishable food items.

"You must be hungry Scully, let's have breakfast."

Scully agreed and they ate in silence for a while.

"How sad is it that this is better than the plans I had.  
At least now I can tell the guys I spent the weekend with a 
naked woman."  Mulder joked.

It broke the nervous tension and Scully had to laugh.  

"Yeah Mulder and for once she's real instead of on VHS."

"You insult me Scully, I have a DVD player now.  
The fake breasts are much clearer than on a VCR."

"Of course"

"You know this kinda reminds me of "Babes Behind Bars 3,
except of course in the movie the lonely cellmates were 
both women," Mulder leered at her.

"I don't suppose they comforted each other in a purely 
plutonic fashion."

"Not exactly, but there was lots of hugging.  Do you want a hug Scully?"

"If at some point I do, I'll let you know."

The silence between them this time was much more 
companionable.  Now that the initial shock and fear had 
mostly worn off they began to slide into acceptance of 
their situation.  Mulder was doing his best not to keep 
glancing sideways to peak at the side of her breast that 
was not covered by her arms.  This is because glancing led 
to thinking, which would soon lead to embarrassing himself 
in front of his best friend since he had no loose fitting 
dress pants on to hide his erection.  The problem with his 
plan was that the very worst thing one can do when trying 
to avoid getting an erection was to concentrate on not 
getting one, just like when someone says to you 'whatever 
you do, don't think about pink elephants,' forces you to 
think of nothing else.  Mulder would have been amused to 
find out that Scully's thoughts were along the same lines.  
By wordless agreement they practiced staring straight ahead.  

"My fish are gonna die."  Mulder spoke up.  "If I'm not 
back soon to feed them, I'll come home to a tank full of corpses."

"Mulder, my condolences, but it wouldn't be the first time.  
You probably spend five percent of your annual income on 
getting new fish every few weeks."

"Yeah but these were special.  They've lived longer than 
any other group I've had in recent memory."

"Why do you have the fish anyway Mulder?"

"I don't know.  Being a psychologist I could probably find 
some reason like not wanting to ever be completely alone, 
so I choose not to analyze it to deeply."

"That's probably why I had my dog for so long."

"Uh Scully, I'm pretty sure that thing was in the rodent 
family, not canine."

"Queequeg was a dog Mulder and a good one.  Besides you 
were supposed to say, 'Don't worry we have each other.'"

"That's what I was thinking.  I promise."  Mulder said 
trying to sound believable.  "Man I wish we had something 
to do... even a deck of cards would be nice."

"Wouldn't strip poker be a little pointless now?"  Scully deadpanned.

"Clearly you've never kept playing once all the clothes are 
gone, that's when it gets interesting, that's when a 
creative mind truly gets to shine."  He shot back.

She arched her eyebrow in response but said nothing.  
Mulder broke the silence a minute later.

"So what were your plans for the weekend Scully?"

She sighed.  "Nothing much I guess, relax, do a little 
cleaning, maybe read a book."

"Well what have we here.  It may not be Moby Dick, but here 
we go... these crackers contain:  enriched flour, riboflavin, 
folic acid, partially hydrogenated soybean oil, salt, yeast, and artificial colors."

This earned Mulder a grin.  He put the box down and waited 
until something else to say occurred to him.

"Okay Scully we shouldn't let this disrupt our normal 
routine as much as possible.  So what is your usual 
Saturday morning like?  Get up, have breakfast, maybe do a 
little aerobics.  Please don't let me stop you," he grinned slyly at her.

"I appreciate your concern Mulder but I'll get all the 
exercise I need personally walking the sexual harassment 
papers to Skinner's office."  She shot right back.  
His grin dropped which caused her to laugh.  
"Ha, you should see the look on your face."

"That's not funny Scully."

"Then why am I so amused?"  She was still laughing.  
"Don't worry Mulder I'll never tell on you.  I'll let you in on a 
little secret.  I occasionally enjoy trading witty banter 
with you, even the sexual innuendo when it's tasteful.  
Does that make you feel any better?"

"Not really, but there is something that would."

"What?"

"Do a few jumping-jacks."

Scully groaned and rolled her eyes.  "I suppose I deserved that."

"Uh huh."

After a few minutes it was Scully who broke the silence.

"What are you thinking about Mulder?"

"I was wondering how to provoke you into a tickle fight."

Scully snorted.  "One these days Mulder I might just take 
you up on one of your left handed propositions so I can 
watch you shit your pants.  I bet if I did you'd be running for the hills."

"First of all I'm not wearing any pants and second, don't be so sure."

She couldn't tell by the tone of his voice how serious he was, 
but decided anyway that the discussion had become dangerous enough to let go.

"Geez Mulder you sure are laying it on thick."

"I can't help it.  I feel like it's the Olympics and I've 
been training for this day my entire life.  Now I have a 
chance to win a gold medal in my favorite sport... making Scully blush.

He could see her clench her jaw in a superhuman effort not 
to smile and further encourage him, but he caught the edges 
of her mouth twitch up, the Scully-equivalent of a belly laugh.  
Not only that but her creamy white skin started to 
turn pink in the ultimate betrayal by her body.  

Mulder made cheering noises.  "And the crowd goes wild.  
Even the Russian judge gives him a ten."  He cheers some more.

"There is something I'd like to tie around your neck 
Mulder, but it isn't a gold medal."

"You look good in pink Scully, you should walk around naked more often."

"Okay that's enough."  She turns to the door and yells, 
"Kill us!  Just kill us now and get it over with."

When she receives no reply, Mulder pipes up. 
"Scully if you're not careful, you might give me the impression 
you don't enjoy my company."

She groaned and stood up.

"I'm going to go wash up.  You can use the bathroom closet 
when I'm done."

He watched her heart-shaped bottom walk out of the room and 
disappear behind the wall.  The whole way she could feel 
his intense gaze on her skin as if it was a physical touch 
of a very sexual nature.  She considered briefly that it 
might have been kinder to just shoot them than force them 
to endure three days of this torture.  After using the 
toilet and washing herself up at the sink, she stood there, 
steeling herself before going back into the room.  When she 
returned Mulder was gracious enough to interested in the 
floor until she sat back down.

"Your turn," she offered.

He got up and performed the same ritual she did.  She had 
almost entirely succeeded in ignoring his butt as he walked 
away, almost.  He stayed in there longer than she had.  

Mulder barely stopped himself from laughing out loud when 
he realized the sad irony of him desperately not wanting to 
return to a room where his very naked partner was waiting for him.  
His many dreams about this had them naked under 
very different circumstances and it had never entered his 
mind that he would not want to see her this way, but this 
wasn't right, she had not bared herself willingly to him, 
still, he couldn't help himself from staring which made him feel sleazy.  

He could almost hear the cartoon devil on his 
shoulder whispering in his ear, 'Hey buddy, she's not yours 
and never will be.  This will probably be the last chance 
you ever get to take a good look, so enjoy it.'  
He sighed and went back to the room.  

She returned the favor of looking away and they once again 
sat in silence.  Scully would have done some aerobics 
if Mulder hadn't been in the room, just to work off some nervous energy.  
Even pacing the room was out of the question with such a captive 
audience in attendance.  

Over the next few hours they talked about anything that 
popped into their heads.  When work and other subjects of common interest 
were used up, she did her best to feign interest in current sports news 
just as he pretended to be enthralled with the last 
romantic comedy she had gone to see.  They tried twenty 
questions but after getting 'light bulb' and 'fish' both 
after five questions each, they gave up.  They had a late 
lunch (lunch being whenever they got hungry, as it was 
impossible to tell what time it was).  Silence reigned for 
most of the afternoon.  As much as Mulder wanted to get to 
know more about her by asking about her life, he kept 
coming back to the fact that he had done that before, 
not himself, but Eddie van Blundt and that was too unpleasant
a memory to make them relive.  Eventually they were reduced 
to telling elephant jokes that weren't the least bit funny 
but it passed the time.  After they finished dinner, it 
must have been early evening (they assumed), Scully forced a yawn.

"Maybe we should get some sleep," Scully suggested.  
"The sooner tomorrow comes, the sooner we'll be able to get out of here." 

Mulder nodded his agreement.  Neither of them was very 
tired but there was nothing better to do.  With a sigh 
Scully spoke up again.

"It must be night time because it's getting kind of chilly in here.  
We should probably sleep back to back to conserve body heat."

"Now I really wish there was a window so I could see the 
sleeping bag rainstorm outside."  He leered at her.

"Shut up Mulder," she said smiling as she slid over on the 
mattress until she was facing the wall with her back to him.  

He lay down next to her using his arm for a pillow.  
He backed up an inch until he was touching her.  
The swell of her bottom fit perfectly against the curve of 
his lower back.  It never ceased to amaze him how tiny she 
really was when he got close, because her presence in a 
room always seemed larger than life.  Her skin was warm to 
the touch, he wondered if she was blushing again but 
wouldn't move out of contact to turn and look.  

"I'm trusting you now not to take advantage of me in my sleep," 
he said sounding half serious.

She couldn't resist.

"Trust no one Mulder."

He chuckled.  "I've trained you well young Skywalker, 
soon you shall be ready to trade innuendo with Lord Vader."

"Goodnight Mulder," she responded, ignoring his comment, 
but absurdly pleased at his show of pride in her.  
He did feel her skin get warmer all of sudden.

"Night Scully."

It was a long while before either of them got any sleep.




Day 2


Mulder awoke from a pleasant dream to an even more pleasant reality. 
He was tightly wrapped around his partner's warm body. 
This didn't surprise him very much as he knew he was 
drawn to her like a moth to a flame, even when asleep.  



Of course he knew he should let go and turn around before 
she woke up but actually doing it was harder than admitting he should.  



The room really was chilly.  It didn't take long for him to 
convince himself it was worth being yelled at when she woke up.  
He closed his eyes and was busy fantasizing about how 
wonderful it would be to wake up next to her every morning 
and didn't notice when Scully opened hers.  She awoke 
feeling warm, protected, and safe for the first time in a while.  
These weren't things a strong independent woman 
should want or need, but that side of her personality was 
being ignored at the moment.  She knew her normal reaction 
would to disentangle herself before he woke up and started 
muttering embarrassed apologies.



Mulder returned from his fantasy when he felt her breathing pattern change.



He waited but she didn't move, she just tried to breathe evenly.



Mulder closed his eyes again and tried to go back to sleep.
A little while later he didn't notice that he had begun 
drawing tiny circles on her stomach with his thumb.  
She certainly did.



She snickered at that then realized she might have given herself away.



"Morning Scully," he yawned and rolled over. 
"It must have been cold last night," he covered.

"Mmm?  Yeah I guess so."

"Mind if I use the bathroom first?"

"Nope, go ahead," she calmly replied.



This thought didn't make her feel better.  When he returned 
it was her turn and she did the same as yesterday morning.  
They had breakfast, trying to drag it out as long as 
possible to put off the boredom and awkward conversation.  
At last they resumed their former positions on each side of 
the mattress preparing themselves for the endless day.

"Okay Scully how about this.  If you could be anywhere in 
the world right now, where would you be?"

"In my own bed."

"That's it Scully, not Hawaii or maybe a cruise ship."

  "Nope, I'm not a wildly 
imaginative person, plus I burn in the sun."  She continued 
before he could comment.  "What about you?"

  "Uh, Hawaii I guess."

She could tell he was lying but why would he lie about 
something so silly. 





They didn't talk for a good long while after that.  
Her jealousy combined with frustration and cabin fever began to 
fester into rage.  All of a sudden she stood up surprising 
Mulder by practically screaming.

"Why the hell did you lie to me about something so stupid?  
If I'm the only person you trust why would you need to do that?  
Your usual excuse for lying is that you're trying to 
protect me so what is it now?"

When he realized what she was talking about he took a deep 
breath and collected his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Scully, it was a little white lie.  
I just... I didn't think it was something you'd want to hear."

She grunted.  "Yeah I bet, was it directed by someone named 
Long Johnson Silver?"

"What? No why would you assume that."  

Now she was making him angry.  
He was sure he hadn't done anything to deserve this outburst.  
She saw the flash of hurt on his face and most of her anger vanished.

"Damnit I didn't mean that, it's just I can't stand this.  
My neck hurts from staring at the ground and I'm not going 
to keep holding my arms over my breasts for the next two days."  
She raised her arms.  "Here take a good look.  
Get it out of your system."  She held that pose for a minute 
before she started pacing the room.  

Mulder stood up."Scully it'll be okay.  
We're just feeling trapped, vulnerable, emotionally..."

She stopped pacing. 

"Naked?"  

She supplied.  All of a sudden that was the funniest thing she had ever heard.  
She couldn't help but laugh and laugh.  It was contagious 
Mulder began to laugh too.  Soon she was on her knees in 
hysterics clutching her stomach.  It hurt so much, but she 
couldn't even stop to breathe.  She was seconds away from 
passing out when she finally regained control.  
Tears were streaming down both their faces.  

"I feel better."  She said between chuckles.

"So do I.  I think we needed that release."

"You know what Mulder," she said really looking at him for 
the first time in two days.

"What?"

"It's true what they say.  A naked man who isn't aroused is 
the silliest looking thing on this earth."

The look on his face almost sent her into another laughing 
fit but the pain in her stomach stopped it.  
Finally she stood up facing him.  

"What now," asked Mulder.

She thought about it a second.  "I think I need a hug."  

"With or without groping?"

She shot him the eyebrow.  "Mulder."

"Okay, okay, without"

She stepped into his arms and tucked her head under his chin.

"We're going to be fine, aren't we?"

"Yup," was his simple reply.  It was good enough for her.  
When they separated they sat back down on the mattress not 
so far from each other as they were and not tucked into little balls.  
They would occasionally look over at each 
other and catching the other's gaze, smile.  

"Its okay Mulder."

"What okay?"

"It's okay that we're going to have sex."  She smiled.

"Huh."  He was stunned.  She crawled over to him.

"It's okay Mulder.  We're attracted to each other. 
We care about each other more that anyone else in the world.  
We would die for each other.  We've killed for each other. 
It was inevitable."  She climbed over him until she was straddling his lap.

"Oh Scully," was all he got out before she took his face in 
her hands and kissed him.  He immediately grabbed her 
crushing her against him until lack of oxygen forced them apart.  

Before her lips touched his it was already the best 
kiss of his life.  She tasted like heaven and apparently 
heaven tastes like crackers, bottled water and something 
indefinably Scully.  He had never gone from 0 to 60 so fast, 
but his throbbing erection was already trapped between them.  
It was the look in her eyes that did him in.  
It was pure unadulterated desire he saw there.  

"I need you in me now."  She whispered into his mouth as 
she went in for another kiss.  

Their tongues dueled in his mouth and he groaned at her 
desperate sounding plea.  When she pulled back, 
Scully took his cock in her hand and after 
stroking him a few times rubbed it along her moist folds 
causing them both to moan.  The redheaded furnace on 
Mulder's lap made any hint of a chill in the room disappear 
in an instant.  Supporting herself on her knees she aligned 
their bodies and guided him to the entrance to her vagina.

"Oh Scully."  It was all he could think to say but the way 
he said it conveyed the message.

"I know Mulder, I know.  Look.  Watch us."

He couldn't believe how ready she was to accept him inside her.  
She lowered herself down on him, impaling herself 
excruciatingly slowly as they watched every inch disappear.  
The initial discomfort before she stretched around him 
served to make the experience seem more real but when he 
was all the way inside he fit so perfectly it was as if she 
was made to fit only him.

"Oh wow Mulder, you're so big."

"I think it's more like, you're so little."

"It's just been a long time."

"It seems like I've been waiting for this forever."

"I know."

She kissed him again a she raised herself up and sank back 
down.  Again and again she did this each time faster than 
the last.  They were loosing control, kissing, nipping and 
sucking on any skin they could reach.  He put his hands on 
her hips and pulled her down to meet each thrust.  

"Hurry Scully, I'm almost there."

She reached down between them as their bodies crashed 
against each other and rubbed furiously at the bundle of 
nerves just above where they were joined.  She felt him 
twitch inside her and he was coming as hard as he could 
ever remember.  She followed almost immediately after.  
They had moaned each other's names when they came.  

She collapsed on top of him pushing down on his back as they 
tried to catch their breath.  She laid her head in the 
crook of his neck.   Seeing the sated look on her face was 
most wonderful thing he had ever seen.

"Mmmm Mulder that was fantastic."

"Incredible, Scully.  Uh Scully, there's something I should 
have said to you before we started this, but here goes... "

She cut him off.  "Don't worry Mulder, I understand.  
This was an extreme reaction brought on by extenuating 
circumstances and emotional stress.  I promise not to hold 
it against you or let it affect our partnership or our friendship.  
But hey we have another day and a half to 
screw ourselves silly before we have to go back to the real 
world and forget this ever happened."

She may not have been able to convince herself of what she 
was saying but she certainly convinced him.



He came to the crushing realization that while he had been 
making love she must have been having sex.  All at once he 
knew what it had felt like to her when the Stranger had 
tried to tear her still-beating heart out of her chest.  
Mulder would have been sure he was in hell, except for the 
fact that the smoking man wasn't standing over him laughing.  
Then again he was probably just outside the door.



He would have screamed if she hadn't been asleep on his 
chest, but instead he let a few tears slip down his cheek.



He waited for the painless oblivion of unconsciousness to claim him.

An hour later he awoke to the source of his anguish kissing 
her way up his neck.  He tried not to feel it, not to 
react... but it was HER.  What could he do but pretend to 
be asleep.  All he wanted was for the door to open so he 
could run away and drink himself unconscious or maybe 
something a little more permanent.

"I know you're awake Mulder."  She whispered in his ear.  
"I want you to take me again."

She felt his stomach clench and before he turned away she 
caught a glimpse of his eyes.  She had never seen more pain 
there in all their years together.

"Mulder what's wrong?  Talk to me."

"I can't... it was a mistake."

"What do you mean by that.  You seemed to enjoy yourself."  
Her own hurt was making her louder.

"I can't give you what you want.  I could never just... 
it's not in me to screw you."

He still couldn't look at her.  She backed off of him and 
onto her knees.

"You sure fooled me when you were moaning my name and what 
the hell do you know about what I want."

"You told me.  I heard you loud and clear, emotional 
stress, blah blah blah, forget it ever happened."

"I just told you that my little female emotions won't get 
in the way of our work on the X-Files.  Exactly what you 
were waiting to hear so you sleep with me with a clear conscience."

"Never."

"Then what the hell is it you want?  Tell me."



"You know what I want Scully?  I want it to be true what 
everyone assumes when they first meet us.  I want to stop 
saying, 'No we're just work partners.'  Damn it, I want to 
be partners, period, in every sense of the word.  It's all I've wanted for years."

She was in shock.

"Really?"  She barely whispered.

"Why would I lie I've already lost everything."

"Oh Mulder if I had only known."

"You would have left years ago, why do you think I didn't tell you?"

"No Mulder listen to me.  I wouldn't have wasted so much of 
our time together.  In the hospital when I said 'Oh brother' 
I would have said, 'I love you too Mulder'.  
I wanted to then but I didn't dare to hope you felt like I did.  
It would have crushed me to say it and have you not 
remember or worse pretend it didn't happen."

This got his attention.  He turned around to face her.

"Scully?"

"Mulder I want to be you partner in every sense of the word.  
I'm so sorry I hurt you, made you think what we did 
didn't mean anything to me.  It meant everything to me.  I love you."

"I'm sorry too.  I love you so much Scully."

She threw herself into his arms.  They hugged each other 
fiercely and cried into each other's shoulders for a long 
while until breaking apart to look into each other's eyes.  

"I promise you Mulder, I promise until the day I die I will 
never leave you.  I'm yours; we belong to each other and 
with each other, no matter what."

"Scully, Dana, my love, my everything, my one in five billion, 
I'm sure I don't deserve you but I know I couldn't 
live a day without you so all I can do is to ask that 
you'll let me love you for the rest of my life."

"Did we just get married?"

"Geez I hope so."

They laughed.

"You know Mulder we could have saved ourselves years of 
loneliness if we communicated more, especially about our feelings."

"Yeah we'll really have to work on that to make this work.  
You know what Mrs. Spooky?"

"What?"

"You're so incredibly beautiful when you're an emotional wreck.  
Then and always."

He wiped her tear-streaked face with his thumbs and pulled 
her in for a kiss.  This one was the best yet because they 
both knew what it meant, not lust but love.  After a few 
more soul searing kisses Scully intended to rectify a previous mistake.

"Mulder I want you to make love to me."

"That I can do.  Hey Scully, now I guess I can tell you the 
place I most wanted to be.  The truth is it was the same as 
yours, in your bed."

"I guarantee we'll make that come true as soon as possible."

"For now we'll make due."

He turned them around and laid her down on her back, easing 
himself on top of her but holding most of his weight on his 
elbows.  He hovered there just wanting to look at her.

"Mulder I must look terrible, all puffy from crying."

He cut her off.  "You look perfect."  He meant it.  

For once she cause a glimpse in his eyes of what he must see in 
her because she believed him.  He lowered his lips to her 
forehead then to kiss away a few remaining tears.  Stopping 
briefly at her mouth to suck on her swollen lips, he 
continued down to her neck to taste the soft skin.  Mulder 
moved up to suck her earlobe into his mouth all the while 
enjoying her occasional whimpers.  Back down near the 
hollow of her throat he settled on what he decided was his 
favorite spot (at the moment) and started sucking.  Just as 
he was about to move on, she grabbed his head and held his against her.

"Harder," she whispered.  "Mark me."

He groaned her name into her neck and did just that.  
After he was finished his inspected his purple creation.  

"Turtlenecks and scarves for weeks," he said into her ear.

"Good," his lover returned.

He resumed his journey down her body until he reached her breasts.  
He gently squeezed them testing their weight.  
He quickly decided they were the perfect size and shape for 
her body.  He then surprised her by moving to the left one 
and sucking as much as he could into his mouth and teasing 
the nipple with his tongue.  She gasped then moaned in 
appreciation of his technique.  He repeated this on her 
other breast with the same results.  It took awhile for him 
to get past playing with her chest.  

She chuckled in amusement at men's fascination with breasts.  
"I guess I know what to get you for Christmas."  

"I'm just trying to decide what I should name them."

She shouldn't have been surprised as Mulder wasn't the 
first to do so, but she wasn't about to tell him that.  
She was worked up at this point and squirmed under him.

"On your own time Mulder, don't stop."

He got as far as sticking his tongue in her belly button 
and was moving south when she pulled him back up.

"You can do that later, I want to feel your weight on me."

"But Scully...." he whimpered in the puppy-dog voice.

"I promise to let you spend a whole day with your head 
between my legs if you like, but I need you NOW."

Satisfied with that he climbed over her letting her wrap 
her strong little thighs around his waist.  This time they 
looked into each other's eyes as she invited him into her 
body.  He settled most of his weight on her, slid all the 
way inside her and held himself there.  Determined to make 
this time the one they remembered for the rest of their 
lives, he slowly retreated and then eased back in.  
Mulder's pace was agonizingly slow and was driving her 
crazy with need.  It took all his concentration not to give 
in to the desire to rush to his release, but he was on a 
mission and Fox Mulder on a mission would one day become 
the stuff of legends.  

Scully meanwhile was groaning his name between whines and pleas.  
She tried to urge him to go faster with her legs 
that were locked around his lowered back, but his pace was relentless.  
He changed the angle just slightly as he drove her down into the mattress 
until he was grinding against her clit with each stroke.  

Her reaction was immediate and loud and continued to get louder 
until she finally came screaming.  The only reason he 
survived her spasming around his cock was that he was over 
sensitized and slightly numb.  He kept going though and 
rode out her orgasm sending her higher.  He did however 
lessen the force with which he was driving into her until 
she had calmed down.  

"Wow, can't believe you're still going."  Scully whimpered.

Many hours of running allowed him the strength and stamina 
to continue, but sheer force of will played no small part.  
Mulder began going faster and harder with each thrust 
determined to see her come again before he gave in.  
Sweat was dripping off both of them by this point.  
She was again moaning more than a little surprised that she felt it 
once again building deep inside her.

"Mulder... can't believe... never twice..."

He was reaching the limits of his endurance and was 
crashing into her as fast as he could, trying to hold on a 
little longer.  Both had their eyes closed and she was 
throwing her head from side to side.  It caught her by 
surprise when waves of orgasm crashed over her.  Closing 
them didn't stop the stars from exploding behind her eyes.  
She let out a screech then fell silent.  As soon as he felt 
her climax Mulder let go and surged into her so hard it was 
painful.  It was almost a minute before he could open his 
eyes and see anything.  When he did he found Scully 
unconscious.  He quickly checked her pulse and made sure it 
was steady although a bit rapid.  The realization of what 
he had done brought out a broad grin.  He rolled them over 
onto their sides and tucked her limp form into his 
protective embrace.  Mulder enjoyed his well-deserved ego 
boost for about thirty seconds before exhaustion pulled him under.

Scully opened her eyes a few hours later to Mulder's face 
only an inch from hers.  He had been intently staring at 
her for some time waiting for her to wake up.  He gave her a kiss.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," he leered.

"What happened?"

His smile got bigger.  "I would seem that I have achieved 
what all men since the beginning of time have strived to 
accomplish with their women."

"Oh no."

"I want it written on my tombstone that I, Fox Mulder..." 
he whispered in her ear, "...Dana Katherine Scully UNCONSCIOUS."

"Mulder!"  She then blushed bright red.

"My jaw hurts from smiling so much.  I have to tell 
someone, Scully what's your mother's phone number?"

"Mulder!"  

"She'll be happy for you."

"Mulder stop it."

"Relax Scully I'm just kidding.  You have to admit it's 
pretty funny.  You should be flattered, you're the most 
incredible woman I've ever been with."

She let out a breath.  "I have to admit Mulder the part of 
that I remember was pretty damn amazing, but now that 
you've shown me what you can do I'm going to expect it every time."

"I have some bad news then.  Remember that old Daffy Duck 
cartoon where he says he can do the greatest trick in the 
world then swallows a bunch of explosives and then a match.  
He explodes and as his ghost is floating up to heaven he 
says the only problem with the trick is that he can only do it once.  
That's about how I feel.  I may never be able to have sex again."

"No great loss to me, as long as your tongue still works 
I'll still keep you around."

"Thanks I appreciate that."

"No problem.  Now Mulder, I'm sticky, hungry, and sore in 
that order, what are you going to do about it?"

"If you think you can walk lets go get cleaned up."

With much groaning they made their way to the bathroom to 
wash themselves off.

"Hey Scully when we get out of here, what do you say to 
staying in a hot shower until we have to show up for work."

"Sounds good to me."

It took them awhile to finish with just a small sink and 
some toilet paper to work with but eventually they returned 
to their room a bit more refreshed to get something to eat.  

"Hey Scully we made quite a mess on the mattress.  
We better turn it over to sleep on."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Don't look at me, you're the one who leaks."

"Aha and whose fault is it that I'm kept in a constant 
state of arousal other than my sexy partner with his pouty 
lips and lonely college professor eyeglasses.  That reminds 
me, turn around, I have wanted to squeeze that firm ass 
since the moment I saw it."

"Now who's being sexually harassed?"

"Is that a complaint?"

"Not as long as it's you who's doing the ass grabbing."

After Scully had indulged herself they flipped the mattress 
and sat down to have something to eat.  Dinner was consumed 
while wrapped in each other's arms.  Now that they were 
finally able to touch each other they couldn't seem to stop.  
Physical contact that had once been a rare and often 
stolen pleasure now seemed necessary for survival.  
When they were finished they sat back against the wall, Scully 
in her new favorites place, Mulder's lap.  

"I couldn't be happier Mulder, but this does change some things."

"I know, but we'll be able to face anything as long as 
we're together.  We've already been intimate in every way 
but physical before today.  As far as our jobs go, as long 
as we can abstain from holding hands in the bullpen nothing 
will happen.  Before we have sex in the office, we'll wait 
for everyone else to go home for the night and Skinner's 
desk will be reserved exclusively for weekends."

"Mulder I'm serious."

"Most of what I said was serious."

"Yeah I guess you're right.  We'll be fine.  What about 
sleeping together, I really don't want to have to be alone anymore."

"Me either.  Let's just say you better make some room in 
your closet for some Armani suits and Marvin the Martian ties."

Scully laughed.  "As soon as you fall asleep I'm going to 
burn all those tacky ties and make a respectable G-man out 
of you.  Hmmm, on second thought we could find a better use 
for them.  Ever been tied up and blindfolded for the 
purpose of sexual pleasure?"

"Oh baby," he groaned.  "You can strap me down and work me 
over any day."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Oh man I hope so."

Mulder then proceeded to instigate a small tickle fight, 
for obvious reasons they both won.  When they were out of 
breath, he pulled Scully on top of him.

"After today, Scully, I'm never going to want to see you 
wear clothes again."

"That's what weekends are for.  Friday night we can make 
love until we can't walk.  Saturday we make love until we 
can't sit up and Sunday we can sleep until Monday morning."

"Have I ever told you I love the way you think?"

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

They kissed and talked and cuddled long into the night 
before falling asleep secure in each other's warm embrace.



Day 3


Once again the insomniac in Mulder pulled him from his 
dreamless sleep.  Even with the comfort of Scully against 
him getting more than seven hours at a time was pushing it, 
he didn't mind though since it gave him the wonderful 
opportunity to gaze at his lovely partner.  He memorized 
every detail of her carefree expression, beautiful face, 
and soft hair.  He knew Scully needed more sleep than him 
so he patiently waited for her to open those stunning blue eyes.  
When she did they exchanged broad smiles filled with 
joy at their first morning as lovers.

"I can't wait to get used to waking up with you."  
She whispered in a husky early morning voice.  "I'll deny this 
later but I like feeling protected, watched over by you."

"You can't imagine how good it feels to hear you say that."

They kissed softly.  Mulder's few-days-old beard scratched 
and tickled her tender skin provoking the most delightful giggle.  
His morning erection was trapped against her hip 
as they pressed their bodies together.

"If you're too sore Scully we don't have to.  We don't need 
to keep proving our love or anything."

"I know. I want to, please."

She was sore but it wasn't going to stop her from enjoying 
a second of their new relationship.  He needed no more 
encouragement and began running his hands over her body.  

Mulder stroked her breasts then moved down to touch her 
moistening folds.  Remembering her promise he cheerfully 
slid down her body to finally taste her.  She was 
everything he had imagined and more, rich and tangy and 
searingly hot.  She was utterly addictive.  He made a 
mental note to tie her down spread-eagled to the bed one 
day and lick her until she was once again unconscious. 
 
Mulder dove into his task with the eagerness of a child on 
Christmas morning.  He randomly made long swipes of his 
tongue combined with short jabs inside her never letting 
her get used to a sensation.  She squirmed amusingly when 
he blew cool air onto her hot swollen folds.  Eventually he 
slid one and then two fingers into her wet cavern and 
pressed up against the front wall of her vagina until he 
found what he was looking for.  She wailed her approval so 
he concentrated his tongue on her swollen clit.  When she 
was more than ready he quickly climbed back over her and 
slid inside.  Their lovemaking was slow and gentle as they 
sighed and murmured words of affection in each other's 
ears.  Scully reached her peak first and clamped down on 
him causing Mulder to gasp and fill her with his hot seed.  

He rested his head on her chest until nature forced him to 
disengage and head for the bathroom.  Scully was soon to 
follow and he waited for her to return before getting out breakfast.  

"Food is almost gone, they better let us out of here soon 
or we might have to resort to cannibalism."  He chuckled.  
"I for one see some thighs that are looking mighty tasty."

"My mother had this saying she would use on us kids when we 
whined about being hungry.  It translates from French as 
'Eat one hand and save the other for tomorrow'."

"I love hearing about your childhood Scully.  I want to 
spend the next fifty years learning every little detail 
there is to know about you."

"I love you too Mulder."  It was all she could think to say.

Breakfast was spent in quiet contemplation of all the 
possibilities for their new lives together.

Scully broke the silence.  "As much as I want to get out of 
here, I think I am going to miss it a little."

"It does have that romantic trapped on a desert island 
together quality to it, doesn't it?  We'll certainly never 
forget our first love nest."

"To think, if we were wearing clothes we would most likely 
still just be lonely friends."

"I'd like to believe we would have seen the light 
eventually on our own, but am glad we don't have to waste 
another second by not being together."

"Tell me Mulder if this strikes you as too weird.  I have 
that little spare room in my apartment.  Move some junk 
out, throw an air mattress and some blankets in the corner, 
bring some bottled water and lock ourselves in from the 
inside.  No windows even.  Does that sound unhealthy to you?"

"Not at all, sounds like fun.  An escape from the outside 
world once in a while is a good thing.  Mental health is a 
relative thing anyway, as long as you're happy and it's not 
because you like setting fire to small animals then you're 
in good shape."

"Thanks, it's nice to have my very own personal head-
shrinker sometimes," she ribbed.

"It's pronounced 'Pee-sy-kol-O-jist' Scully, I have a 
pretty piece of paper that says so."

They just grinned at each other, something that would be 
happening a lot in the foreseeable future.  Mulder was 
itching for a run but they had to settle for some 
stretching in the cramped room.

"Hey Scully since we've taken care of sticky and hungry 
since yesterday, all that's left is sore.  Lay down on 
you're stomach and I'll give you a massage.  It'll help 
with those stiff muscles from all the Mulder-lovin' you been gettin'."

She let out a throaty laugh.  "Yes, Mulder, you are much man.  
No woman has ever been so satisfied as I.  Is that 
what you were waiting to hear?"

"It's nice to be appreciated once in awhile."

"Trust me, I appreciate you.  Now get to work on these shoulders."

He rubbed her neck and shoulders until he got all the kinks 
out and she was purring like a kitten.  He worked his way 
down her back and spent extra time kneading her firm butt 
cheeks.  Her thighs and calves got the same treatment.  He 
finished with a long wet lick from her lower back up to her 
neck.  She screamed and jumped away.  

"Mulder!  You just undid all you're hard work."

"Want me to do it again?"

"No, it's your turn even if you don't deserve it."

"Okay," he said, flopping onto his stomach.  She proceeded 
to massage him the same way he did her.  When she was 
almost done his legs, he tensed a little in preparation for 
some payback, but wasn't expecting what he got.  
"Ow, hey, you bit me in the ass."

"It's my ass to bite.  I can't have you thinking since 
we're sleeping together I might start taking your shit with good humor."

"I hope not Scully.  I wouldn't have it any other way."

A moment later they heard a buzz then click from the 
direction of the door.  They jumped to their feet and ran 
to the door.  With a little push it swung wide open.  

"We're free," observed Mulder.

They saw two piles of clothes dropped near the door.  They 
dressed quickly.  As Mulder was putting on his shoes he 
heard a beeping noise coming from the door.  Looking at the 
control panel on the outside he saw a display with numbers 
counting down from sixty.

"Shit Scully, it's wired.  RUN!"

They quickly found the exit and ran out of the building 
until they were a safe distance away.  Turning around they 
saw the building explode and the part they were in 
collapsing in on itself.

"We'll there goes any evidence of holding two federal 
agents hostage," said Scully angrily.

"Did you expect anything different?"

She sighed.  "I suppose not.  Let's be grateful we're alive 
and go home."

It was a good thing Mulder's wallet was still in his pants 
because it was a very expensive cab ride back to his 
apartment.  They walked up the stairs and opened his door.  

"How about that shower?"  Scully asked.

"Sounds good.  Go start it, I'll be in as soon as I check 
my messages."

She nodded and went into the bathroom.  Mulder hit the 
button on his machine.  The message was from Frohike.

"Hey Mulder, where are you?  There have been abductions all 
over the country in the last day and a half.  It's a huge 
story.  Call us back as soon as you get in."

Mulder then noticed something obscuring the light coming 
from his fish tank.  An envelope was leaning against it 
that said 'Mulder' on it.  He walked over and picked it up.  
Inside there was a letter and an instant photograph.  The 
Polaroid was of him and Scully, naked on their stomachs in 
the concrete room and posed so that Mulder's hand was 
resting on Scully's ass.  The letter read:

Hey Mulder,
I haven't laughed this hard in a
long time, so I figured I owed you.
I fed your fish.

It was unsigned but Mulder knew who it was from.
He looked up and lo and behold his fish were alive and 
swimming around.

He smiled and then went to see a redhead about a shower.




The End 

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