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From: TBishop27@aol.com
Date: 25 Jun 1999 07:45:52 -0700
Subject: xfc This Never Happened    (NC-17)

From: TBishop27@aol.com

This Never Happened
by tbishop27@aol.com
Rating:  NC-17  for language and naked pretzel action
Category:  MSR  S-POV
Disclaimer: This Mulder and Scully are mine.  Chris would never let his do 
such things!  
Feedback: Please!  I love it!  But be warned: Flames will be forwarded to 
that dark part of my writer's imagination that roams the night in search of 
victims.
Summary: Basically a smut biscuit.  Slather on the butter and enjoy folks!
Author's note: There is something wonderfully dark about Scully's character 
and an underlying sensuality that leads me to believe that she would 
appreciate the physical act in a very animalistic way.  She's drawn to dark 
and dangerous men and I can only surmise it is because she seeks their 
passion to sate her own hidden desire.  Okay, enough justification.  This 
Mulder and Scully are mine and I see it happening this way.  Of course... 


This Never Happened

Mulder is fucking me.  He's fucking me so hard I can't help but wonder if 
I'll ever walk again.  I look up into his eyes and they stare back at me with 
such intensity and passion I nearly come from the thrill of it.  God, Mulder 
is fucking me.  I've only wanted this for longer than I care to think about 
and now it's actually happening.  With each thrust of his hips he claims 
another piece of my soul.  I have never been so consumed with hedonism, so 
bent to the will of my own pleasure.  And what pleasure it is.  I am lost in 
him.  He controls my body.  At least I hope he does because I lost control of 
it when he gave me that look and said "Scully, you're mine."  Yeah, that's 
pretty much the last time I remember having even a pretense of 
self-restraint.  I'm just along for the ride now.  And dear sweet God, what 
an incredible ride.  My responses to him are automatic as I arch and buck 
against the constant rhythmic pummeling that he inflicts.  He is merciless in 
his claiming of my flesh.  His eyes reveal to me only a Smokey black desire 
to consume my all and I want desperately for him to do just that.  This is 
unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life.  I writhe and moan and 
beg for him to do more.  My hands claw at him, like a woman possessed, 
feeling hot, taunt muscle beneath my grasp.  I am vaguely aware of pain 
somewhere in the back of my consciousness but it is crowded out by a greater 
sense of pleasure and desire.  

"Yes, Mulder, there, right there...don't stop..more, oh God, please more.  
Harder.  Do it harder."  He is a slave to my words, pumping me harder until I 
am sure I will shatter into a million pieces.  I hear myself screaming, 
"Jesus!  Oh, God, Mulder!  Incredible!  Fuck me more!  More!  Don't ever 
stop! Don't...ever...stop!"  

"Never, Scully, never." He promises through clenched teeth, his face a glow 
with effort, his dark hair plastered with sweat.  The heat from our bodies is 
searing.  The sheets are soaked beneath us.  Still he pumps, like a machine 
he hammers away at me.

He is taking everything from me at this point and I could do nothing to stop 
him if I wanted to, but I am beyond such inclinations.  Take me, Mulder.  
Take me and do what you will.  I am no longer the clinical, reasoned, 
reserved doctor and FBI agent he has come to know as his partner and friend.  
I am alive with want and need and craving his ministrations as an addict 
hungers for a drug.  In a brief moment of lucidity I wonder how I could come 
to be addicted to something I have only just tasted.  I know of no opiate 
that has such immediate power to corrupt.  Mulder, I decide, is a new class 
of drug.  From my first contact with him I've been drawn in hopeless 
infatuation.  I am wanton, lustful, gorging myself on the feast that is Fox 
Mulder.  With ragged breath I feel the tension building in my core and know 
that the sweet release I yearn for is soon to be.

 "Mulder."  I pant.  "God, Mulder, it's gonna happen.  I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, Scully." He commands his own breath strained and rough.  "Come 
now!"  He demands with such domination I fantasize a threat behind those 
words if I do not obey.

"Yes!"  I scream as the contractions assault me in waves.  "Yes, Mulder, for 
you!  Only for you!"

And in the midst of my own ecstasy I feel him go ridged and grasp me with 
bruising fingers.  His head thrown back, bottom lip held tight between his 
teeth he spills his juices inside of me in yet another declaration of 
possession.  I am his woman.  I know that sounds sexist and degrading but at 
this moment I have no need for liberation and independence.  I am fully aware 
of what he has just done to me.  Mulder has staked his claim.  The territory 
that is Dana Scully now belongs to Fox Mulder.  Exhausted and spent, for the 
first time in my life I have been truly and thoroughly sated by a man.  My 
body trembles weakly beneath his and tears are running down my face.

Mulder pushes himself up on his forearms and regards me with fearful concern. 
 "Scully?  Sweetheart, are you all right?  Have I hurt you?"

"No."  I offer up a smile and touch his face gently with an open palm.  His 
term of endearment is not wasted on me.

"Then why are you crying?"

Suddenly I am shy.  Which is crazy because only a moment ago I was screaming 
for him to fuck me harder.  My eyes avoid his.  "I've wanted this for so 
long, Mulder.  I didn't think it would ever happen.  I'm just happy it did.  
Now we don't have to pretend anymore."

I feel him release the breath he was holding and his body relaxes.  "Look at 
me, Scully."  I cannot disobey that voice.  "I love you.  I don't want you to 
misunderstand what I am about to say.  I was never here tonight.  This never 
happened.  I love you and I always will but this...us...it goes no further 
than tonight."

Why?  Why?  Why?  My mind is screaming the question.  God damn you, Mulder!  
You give me this just to take it away again?  How can you be so cruel?  I 
shut my eyes and fight to calm myself.  Okay.  I'm a grown woman.  I can 
handle this.  I think.  Jesus, I never expected this from him.  A one night 
stand, Mulder?  You were never here?  This never happened?  Fine!  That's 
just fine!  No, it's not...it's really not.  It's so far from fine I...Damn 
him!  I pull away and turn my back toward him, knowing that he will see the 
hurt if I do not.
I nod agreement hoping he will just leave now and let me find my way through 
this.

Of course he doesn't.  I feel the gentle touch of his hand on my shoulder.  A 
lover's touch.  Hot flesh against hot flesh.  "Scully?"

"I'm fine, Mulder."  There!  Take that you S.O.B.  

I feel a rush of air tickle my ear as Mulder lets out a frustrated sigh.  He 
is leaning over me, trying to read my face.  I close my eyes.  "Scully, I 
need to know that you're really okay.  I mean...Jesus, Scully, coming here 
tonight was a crazy idea.  I just wanted you so badly.  I thought...hell!"  
He flops back onto the mattress. 

My Irish temper rises up in me and for a fraction of a second I pity Mulder 
for what I'm certain will be the verbal thrashing of his life.  I fly out of 
bed undaunted by my current state of undress and stand akimbo with a glare 
that could only be described as lethal.  "What exactly were you thinking, 
Mulder?!  That you would just drop by Scully's in the middle of the god damn 
night, let yourself in, wake me up, fuck me like there was no tomorrow and 
then walk out of here and pretend it never happened?!  Christ, Mulder!  Is 
that all the respect you have for me?!  Did you just expect me to accept 
this?!"  My anger reaches the point where I know I need to walk away and so I 
snatch up my robe from the chair and storm out of my bedroom leaving him to 
contemplate my fury.

A couple of minutes pass before a fully dressed Mulder comes to find me 
pacing like a caged animal around my kitchen table.  I freeze when he enters 
the room.  He looks stricken, wracked with remorse.  What else is new?  He 
has a masochistic love for self-inflicted onus.  He must really be pleased 
with himself this time.  I allow myself an inward smirk.  Apparently he 
doesn't want to risk bodily harm because he stops a few feet away from me.  
"Scully, I made a mistake.  I'm sorry."

That's it?  He's waiting for my response but I don't think he was expecting 
the one he got.  "Get the fuck out of my apartment!"  I scream at him barely 
restraining myself from throwing the nearest object at his stunned face.  My 
body is trembling with indignation at the audacity of this man.  

He recovers quickly from my surprise attack.  "Calm down, Scully."  There is 
a soothing tone to his words that goes wasted on me.

"Fuck you, Mulder."  I snap back, crossing my arms over my chest defiantly.

"Again so soon, Scully?  I don't know if I'm up for it." He teases.

I am sure that he realizes that I have to kill him for that comment.  I mean, 
my partner's not stupid.  He knew he was slitting his own throat with that 
one.  I race across the room and hit him with a tackle Dick Butkus would be 
proud of.  Mulder goes down with a bone jarring *oof!* me landing hard on top 
of him.  I draw back a fist determined to knock that smug grin off his face 
but he is no slouch when it comes to hand to hand combat.  In one quick fluid 
motion he grabs both my wrists and rolls us over sitting on top of me and 
pinning me to the cold kitchen floor.  Now I'm beyond livid, at him and at 
myself for letting him best me so easily.  "You son of a bitch!  Let me up!"

He's grinning from ear to ear.  Almost laughing at my rage.  "You mistake me 
for a fool, Scully?  I happen to know you scored near the top of your class 
in self-defense.  I don't want you to hurt me."

"You think this is funny?"  I'm going to kill him.  I'm really going to kill 
him.  His gaze has shifted somewhat south of my face and I look down to see 
what has caught his attention.  My robe has come open during our tussle and 
Mulder is getting quite a free show.  I hate myself for it but I feel aroused 
by the situation.  I'm not the only one, I quickly observe, as Mulder's 
growing hardness presses against my core.  This is ridiculous!  His mouth 
descends on my erect nipple like a starved babe and I moan at the sheer 
pleasure of it despite my best efforts to remain stoic against his 
ministrations.  God, he's good at this.  That tongue of his is a X-File all 
its own.  He grinds his pelvis against me and my legs spread apart of their 
own volition inviting him in.  When did my body develop a will of it's own?  
As his mouth moves to give equal time to my other beckoning nipple I arch my 
back wanting him to take more.

In my next breath he suddenly pulls himself away and stands over me with 
hungry eyes that pierce and hypnotize leaving me helpless to move.  He 
glances for a moment at my kitchen table and then back to me again.  Oh God!  
He sweeps me up into his arms and lays me out across the table and all I can 
do is gasp and wait for the inevitable.  With savage intent he rips open my 
robe displaying me for his enjoyment.  His eyes wander up and down my naked 
form as he undresses himself.  I burn with desire for him.  I can literally 
feel the heat radiating off my skin.  He grabs my legs and pulls me roughly 
to the edge where his erection stands hard waiting to penetrate me.  I am 
furious with this man, I remind myself.  Why am I letting him do this to me?  
I have no answer.  At least none I'm willing to admit to myself.

And then he pulls me up against him a little closer and takes me deep, 
filling me until I feel the push of his steel against my cervix.  It is sweet 
agony.  He is big for my rather petite frame but I gladly accommodate.  I am 
still sore from our last encounter I realize as the friction increases 
rapidly.  But I already feel the tension building in my folds and I want it!  
God help me, I want it so bad.  Mulder places searing hot hands on my hips 
and guides me with a punishing rhythm.  Locking my legs around his waist I 
clench the muscles that surround his cock and he groans.

"God, Scully!  So...tight...so...good."

His voice is what does it for me.  "Ohhh!"  I yell out as everything fades 
away and for a brief moment my world is only ecstasy.  I stop countering his 
thrusts too weak from the orgasm that has just rocked me.  He does not relent.

"Come on, Scully.  You've got more fight in you than that."  The challenge 
comes with a breathtaking leer that, in and of itself, threatens to push me 
over the edge again.

He is breathing hard but he keeps at it and I will not let his challenge go 
unanswered.  I use my legs now to pull into him matching his cadence and my 
hands reach down to find the edge of the table giving me better purchase.  
Incredible.  Incredible.  So fucking incredible.  I realize I am going to 
come again only a second before it happens.  And this one is huge.  My inner 
wall contracting violently I scream his name and hear him call out mine with 
equal force.  He collapses over me both of us a drift in skin-tingling bliss. 

"Jesus, Mulder!"  I pant when I finally catch my breath.  "You don't fight 
fair."

He pushes himself up onto his forearms so our faces are only inches apart.  
"Look who's calling unfair advantage, Scully.  You expose yourself to me and 
expect me to be able to concentrate on what you're saying."  He tries to 
feign indignation but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth gives him 
away.

"Mulder, you're incorrigible."

"But you love me anyway, don't you, Scully?" 

God, he has beautiful eyes.

"Against my better judgment."  Ah, romance!  Somehow I never quite pictured 
me telling him in quite this way.  Doesn't seem to matter to him though.  
He's pleased with the acknowledgment.

"I love you too, Scully.  I'm sorry if I hurt you.  Believe me, I never meant 
to hurt you.  I just couldn't stand wanting you anymore.  I thought I was 
reading you right and that you wanted me too, so I took a chance."  He grins. 
 "I'd be proud of my insight if it hadn't taken me six years to figure it 
out."  

I laugh with him on that point.  And then his face suddenly grows serious 
again and the sparkle leaves his eyes.

"I convinced myself that if we only did it this once it might not affect our 
partnership.   I thought we could pretend it never happened.  I just wanted 
to have you...just this once."  He closes his eyes and bows his head in 
remorse.

I clear my throat.  "Twice now, Mulder."  I correct, throwing him a playful 
look.

He nods, the hint of a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I don't want to pretend, Mulder.  This was incredible.  God!  I don't want 
to deny these feelings anymore."

"I'm afraid."  And I can see it in his eyes.  "You're my best friend, Scully. 
 I'd be lost without you.  I don't want to ruin what we already have.  In 
case you haven't noticed, I sort of suck at long term relationships."

"We've managed so far, Mulder."

He takes a minute to process that.  I watch the mental gears turning madly 
until at last he gives me a beautiful Mulder smile.  "We have, haven't we?"

"I'm not going anywhere, my love.  Haven't you figured that one out by now?"  
And if tonight's performance is any indication of what having this man as a 
lover is going to be like in the future, it'll take a conspiracy unlike any 
we've ever come up against to keep me from ever letting him go.


Fini

"Life is too short to drink bad wine."