Title: Mine for the Taking (sequel to Taking Me
Over)
Rating: MSR NC-17
Spoilers: none
Archive: yes, anywhere as long as you let me know
first, thank you.
Summary: With their feelings in the open, Mulder
and Scully embark on discovering each other freely
and without inhibition. A sequel to Taking Me
Over. A bit of fluff-follow-up.
Feedback: Oh I beg and I plead... please send some
feedback at xenoprobe@hotmail.com or visit me at
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Disclaimer: I don't own them, they make me no
money, I have no money to share and therefore, to
re-iterate- Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter,
1013 and Fox...
Again the lovely Belle served as my beta for this
one, she makes writing that much more fun for me!
She asked for a sequel, as did many others, and here
it is- Hope you enjoy!
**
Mine for the Taking
By xenoprobe
"A hammering in my head- don't stop in a bullet
train from Tokyo to Los Angeles, leaving you
behind a flash in the pan, a storm in a tea cup, a
needle in a haystack...
A prize for the winning, a dead for the raising, a
catch for the chasing, a jewel for the choosing an
man for the making in this blistering heat."
Hammering in my Head- Garbage
**
I was standing at Scully's doorway, dripping from
the rain. I watched her move as if in slow motion as
she stripped from her ruined suede jacket, her
plastered top and soaked jeans. It was like watching
an exquisite ballet, each movement was full of fluid
and constant motion as her clothes were shed. I
stood wondering vaguely why I wasn't joining her,
but the temptation to watch was overwhelming.
Without looking back at me she disappeared into the
bathroom and re-emerged with two towels.
"Here." She chucked the towel at me and I laid it
against the back of her couch. For the moment, I
was content to observe her, drying her hair,
scrunching it in fists of terrycloth, toweling herself in
front of me. I must have looked like a drowned rat.
She came closer, each step raising the temperature in
the room, until she was right in front of me. I was in
awe... utter awe.
"Close your mouth Mulder..." She smiled at me
wickedly. "Aren't you going to dry off, stay a
while?"
"Scully-" She placed a finger to my lips and stopped
me from speaking. I slid my tongue out and tasted
it, watching her eyes flutter shut briefly. There
weren't more than a few inches between us, her
nipples were dark and pointed through the wet
fabric of her bra, her panties didn't disguise much
more. I could feel my erection stirring and I was
still clad in my soaked clothing.
"Let's get you out of those clothes."
**
**
I barely saw the evil glint in Mulder's eyes before I
found my words sealed in his kiss, his mouth
claiming mine, my breath stolen. He snaked his
arms around me and pulled me against the cold and
wet of his jacket. I shivered but was more than
happy to be there, feeling alive and aroused. His
hands reached up into my messy hair and he gripped
a fist full, tugging my head back, my mouth still
open.
"God I want you." He breathed, the words like a
whistle between my lips. His mouth devoured mine
again and he backed me against the front door,
pinning me there. I could feel the curious sensation
of his hands roaming over my goose-fleshed skin,
holding my waist, cupping my face, teasing my
breasts. I twisted under his ministrations.
"Mulder... you're wet." His concentration did not
waiver. He grabbed the lapels of his jacket, shucked
it off and returned to me with a fierce and forceful
kiss. I was weak in the knees.
**
**
I don't know if it was because she put up such a
fight out there in the rain, or because I'd denied
myself the idea of having her for so long, but I was
insatiable. Her mouth was so sweet, succulent, I
had to have more. Kissing her wasn't enough. I
pressed her between the door and myself, feeling the
points of her body sink into me, her hips, her knees,
her breasts. I was drunk on her beauty, her hair wild
and uncombed. I wanted to speak- to whisper her
name over and over, like an affirmation, like an
acknowledgment that we were here, finally at this
point together. But speaking would have taken my
lips away from hers and I couldn't stand the thought
of missing her mouth for even a moment.
Scully's tiny fingers moved between us, unbuttoning
the collar of my shirt, tugging the hem from my
pants. She swept her palms over my chest, taking
the shirt up with her movements, breaking our
liplock only long enough to rip the wet garment over
and off my head. She squirmed out of my hold,
sucking at my lip until she backed away too far to
continue. I heard the 'pop' of my lip's release. Her
mouth was ripe, like a nectarine or a plum, juicy and
shiny and luscious- slightly bruised. Delicious. I
licked my own lips just standing there watching hers.
"C'mon Mulder, why don't you take those wet
clothes off, get warm..."
"You may not believe me Scully but I'm quite warm
as it is."
"Oh I believe you." She exaggerated the word
'believe' as if to tease me. Her smile was of fire and
just by looking at her, perched against the back edge
of her couch, I found myself complying.
**
**
"I knew you were mine for the taking-
...I knew you were mine for the taking,
...I knew you were mine for the taking when you
walked in the room...
I knew you were mine for taking-
...I knew you were mine for the taking,
Your eyes light up, when I walk in the room..."
**
**
Oh what a treat. Mulder stood there just mere feet
away, stripped of his shirt, his slacks still wet and
clinging. As if to mock me, he slowly unzipped his
pants and slipped them over his hips. I could see
right away the source of heat he spoke of- his
erection was bulging under the matted silk of his
boxers. I think I licked my lips when his hips jerked,
sending his pants to the floor. He stepped out of
them, leaving them behind as he closed the gap
between us again.
We stood, face to face- or face to chest in my case,
not touching, barely even breathing. I wanted to
grab him and show him just how long I'd wanted
this. I wanted to demonstrate the myriad fantasies
I'd dreamt up of us at this moment. I found I was
frozen; I shivered.
"Are you cold Scully?" Mulder grinned slyly.
"No."
He inched a little closer to my mouth.
"Why are you shivering then..." He whispered the
words over my cheek, never touching but oh so
close. "I think maybe you are cold Scully but you're
too damn stubborn to admit it." I felt his lips graze
my neck as he spoke. Every inch of my skin was
begging for his touch; I shuddered again. "you want
this don't you Scully. You want me to touch you
don't you. Maybe here," His fingertips danced over
my collarbone, "or here," smoothed over my
shoulders, "or maybe here," traced down my spine.
He leaned in and peppered delicate kisses along my
bra-line and I could feel my nipples stiffen even
more. "Or perhaps here Scully?" His mouth lowered,
taking a painful nub into his mouth through the cold,
wet fabric, I moaned. "Yes here, I think you want it
right here... don't you Scully."
"Mmmm..." My head rolled back a bit as he
concentrated his efforts on my breasts. I felt the
tingling of want spread through me- flushing my
body in a rosy hue and warming my core with hot
liquid. "Mulderrrr." I was lost with his teeth tugging
not so gently at my nipples through my rain-cooled
bra.
Mulder's hands wrapped around my waist, gripping
me in place. His fingers dug into me almost painfully
but it only affirmed his need. All we'd ever imagined
of each other was culminating on this night, I was
overwhelmed, not needing to express my love for
him but needing to show him the desperation I felt,
the passion I'd been withholding all these years.
As he kissed his way around my navel my knees
weakened and I leaned back against the couch. I
cupped his beautiful face and drew him back up to
mine.
"Mulder," I was trembling. I pressed my lips to his
but applied no pressure to kiss. "I want you. So bad
Mulder, I need to show you..." I could feel my
words vibrating in his open mouth, his eyes were
closed and his breathing was forced.
**
**
I never thought I'd hear her say that. Never even
dreamed that Scully would express so much want.
My body trembled as her words bridged our lips.
"God Scuhllee." I could feel my control slipping, I
had no desire to be tender. I would show her the
soft, the loving side later. For now, I wanted to take
her- right here over the back of her couch and
forcibly show her that she drives me insane with
need.
Her mouth closed over my bottom lip, suckling like
a baby kitten. It was relentless and maddening and I
couldn't hold back any longer.
My hands flew up, tangling in her hair and I yanked
her mouth away for a breathless second before I
devoured her. Our tongues danced, our lips parted
and rejoined, slamming together. I sucked her sweet
tongue into my mouth like a lollipop and ground my
erection into her soft belly.
"Oh I want... I want..." I couldn't find the words.
She moaned and writhed against me, returning the
friction, wrapping a leg around me. Any possible
space between us was lost, our bodies were
plastered to one another. Her groans were
mounting, traveling into the pit of my stomach
through her kiss. I let my lips travel over her face,
claiming an earlobe, I whispered, "let's move this to
the couch."
**
**
I sat down on my sofa and looked up at my partner.
Mulder. He looked tortured and lost, like he was
fighting himself in some inner battle.
"What is it Mulder?"
"Nothing I... I just want so much and, want to do so
much..."
He shook his head as if trying to ignore the voice
inside. My thoughts were racing too.
"Mulder, what ever you want. What ever you want
to do- I'm with you. I trust you."
He dropped to his knees and looked up at me only
once before burying his head against my tummy. He
nuzzled there, allowing me to run my fingers
through his hair. This quiet, reverent moment
passed quickly and I felt him pushing my legs apart.
He kissed my belly, my navel and over my mound
through damp underwear then stopped abruptly. He
stared at my body for a second then ripped my
underwear off. He actually ripped them away.
He grabbed my thighs, yanked me forward and
pressed me back into the couch with a feral kiss. As
our mouths melded, he unsnapped my bra with
expert fingers, leaving me naked and raw. I was
ready to explode just by his touch.
**
**
"Like an animal/your moving over me..."
**
**
Her skin was alive, the ivory tinged with pink
everywhere I touched her. I wanted to swallow her
whole, taste every last inch from her perfect toes to
her luscious earlobes. I darted my tongue in and out
of her navel a few times, probing and mimicking an
act we'd get to later. She twitched and giggled a
little at first but the laughter died when I slid further
down, parting the folds of her velvety, slick heat
with my tongue.
"Mmmmm..." My moan vibrated over her as I paced
myself in a careful rhythm. Her hips ground into the
couch and the air hitched in her throat as she puffed
out moans and unrecognizable words. I wanted to
make her lose it- lose her control and abandon
herself, here, with my lips tugging lightly at her hard
little clit. Her nails raked over my scalp and I could
feel the shiver in my cock. So sweet Scully, I wanted
to taste it all.
**
**
My God. If I had known that Mulder could do this
so well, I would have insisted on a session of oral
sex for every time he mentioned a new 'theory'. I
was reduced to the most basic of functions,
moaning, keening, writhing, all under the precise
ministrations of Mulder's mouth. I could feel every
minute infliction, the way he parted the lips, sucking
moisture from each one. The way he pushed into
my opening- drinking me in. He lips were
wonderful, applying the right pressure, the right
suction to my clit. I could feel my orgasm
encroaching- like a fuzzy tickling feeling that was
spreading over me.
"Oh Mulderrrr..." I wanted it, wanted more.
"More... Oh more..."
I looked down at myself, my erect nipples looked
impossibly large and Mulder's soft hair tickled
against my thighs as his head moved slightly with his
rhythm. What a sight. He stopped briefly and my
body felt like it had hit a brick wall, but when he
looked up at me- straight into my hooded eyes, I
knew it wasn't over yet.
**
**
Sweet Jesus.
If ever I thought Scully was sexy, which is nearly all
the time, she was certainly at her peak. Her face
was red, her teeth worried over her lower lip like it
was candy and her body was hinged on the smallest
of my moves. I could tell she wanted me to
continue but I wanted to savour her a little.
I slipped two fingers into the heat at her core,
drenching them in her wetness, and rubbed gentle
teasing circles over her distended clit. Her back
arched and she pumped against my hand. If I were a
stronger man, I could have done this forever, just to
watch my Scully in this exquisite state of torment. I
am not that strong a man.
I buried my fingers up and into her, feeling the inner
muscles contract around them immediately. I
lowered my head again, snaking my tongue under
the hood of her clitoris, making Scully wail. She
sounded like she was crying, her moans and sobs
rising and rising as I applied more pressure and
deepened my thrusting fingers.
In a flash of liquid and fire, Scully came, driving her
body against my hand and face. Oh life couldn't
possibly get better than this.
**
**
"Sweat it all out.
Sweat it all out, with your bedroom eyes and your
baby pout.
Sweat it all out in your electric storms and our
shifting sands/our candy jars and our sticky hands...
sweat it all out, sweat it all out..."
**
**
Before I could catch my breath, Mulder's mouth
claimed mine as he clamoured up my body. I was
pinned against my couch, riding out the after-shock
of an incredible orgasm, sucking the very taste of
myself from his sexy lips. It was wonderful.
Mulder's erection pumped at my belly and his knee
came up between my legs. I slid against it, feeling
the slickness of my orgasm on him as I rubbed
shamelessly. His tongue danced in my mouth our
teeth tapped one another's as the kisses deepened,
grew more desperate.
I closed my hand around him, feeling his penis grow
stiffer at my touch. Those boxers had to go.
"Your turn," I mumbled into the kiss, before slipping
down his body, peeling off the silk as he hovered
over me. I flicked my tongue over his nipples and
sucked at his torso, smearing open-mouthed kisses
everywhere I pleased. But when my lips took the
head of his shaft between them, Mulder moaned-
long and laboured.
He tasted of salt and honey, musky and masculine, I
took more into my mouth and paused, adjusting
myself to his size. His cock swelled against my
throat and I began sucking, pumping my hand along
in tandem. His hips jerked in little spasms and he
breathed out my name over and over. Listening to
him only made me want more.
I circled the head lazily then plunged it into my
mouth again, letting Mulder's thrusts set a pace. He
pumped into me from above and I could taste the
sweetness of his coming orgasm.
"Oh God, Scully, ohhh..." His hips forcibly slowed
and he pulled at me, making me stop. "Not like this
Scully..." With his fist still tangled in my hair, he
tugged me up against him. He slammed me with a
kiss and sucked at my tongue like I had just done to
his cock. "I want in... I want to come inside you."
**
**
"Mmmm..." She sounded almost sleepy with desire.
"Yes, Mulder."
"Do you want me inside you Scully?" I teased. "Do
you want me to come deep inside you?" She
nodded into our kiss. "Say it, Scully. Tell me you
want me."
"Mulder, God I want it... want you..." She
pulled at my shoulders and clasped my cock in her
hand guiding me along. "I want this... inside me...
now."
I plunged into her, feeling the heat and sudden
tightness of her engulfing me. We stopped,
breathing slowly, then I began moving in long
strokes. I closed my eyes against the rush of feeling
from within. I wanted this be of passion not of
emotion, I had wanted to slam my orgasm into her,
proving once and for all that she was it- the only
one. But the sensation of finally being inside her, it
was sweet and slick and comforting. I could not
sustain the angry desperation I had felt, I was
making love to Scully. Making love.
"God I love you. Love you so much." I panted.
**
**
I could see the expression on Mulder's face shifting,
even with his eyes closed I could feel the softness
swell over us both. I was weeping as I puffed out
tiny breaths of sound. I stared at him, matching his
every thrust with my hips, feeling each stroke fill me
to the hilt.
When he opened his eyes, it was like looking into
the eyes of a child; for one brief moment I could see
all the layers of his mind, all the emotion inside of
him. It ballooned in my chest and I sobbed out loud.
"Mulder... love you... For so long... I've loved you
since forever." I felt a raindrop tear hit my cheek
and saw the welling in his eyes too. "Mulderrrr..."
**
Its as if this wave of emotion stuck us both
simultaneously.
Mulder picked up the tempo, slicing into me
furiously and I could feel myself flying, soaring. Our
eyes never faltered, we looked into each other, in
wrapped fascination as the end crept over us. I felt
as if I'd leapt into the sun when my orgasm peaked.
Mulder's mouth sealed mine in a deep, deep kiss at
the moment he came. It was like a burst of white
light had swallowed us and somehow we'd made it
to heaven, together. He pumped out the waves of
his climax into me, filling me and loving me to the
brim.
When our lips parted, his soulful eyes spoke
volumes.
"Shhh..." I pressed kisses to his sweaty forehead.
"Scully, sweetheart..."
"Shhh... I know, I know."
"I love you so much. I've wanted to tell you for so
long. I was afraid. I thought I'd lose you- lose
myself."
"I know..." I could feel fresh tears soaking my
temples. "Don't be afraid Mulder. Not anymore." I
felt him slip from me. My whole body ached but I
felt alive. "I love you."
**
**
Listening to Scully, seeing the honesty and feeling it
all over my body was like balm to my soul. I moved
down, resting my cheek to her tummy and snuggled
into her enveloping arms. We rested there, never
breaking contact until sleep began to take us over. I
got up and took her hand in mine. We kissed, Scully
on tip-toes, before we slipped into her bedroom.
I pulled the sheets up over us, her tiny frame relaxed
against mine as we drifted off to sleep.
"Mulder?"
"Yeah Scully?"
"Just checking." Her voice was deliberate and
sleep-filled. I laughed, understanding her. This was
no dream. "I love you Mulder."
"... and I love you." Sweet dreams.
**
THE END
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Lyrics by Garbage used without permission.
Author's Notes: I realize that Scully may not be that
bold, following the angst in Taking Me Over, I just
thought she'd relax as soon as Mulder's love was
confirmed. Like letting out a big sigh after holding
one's breath for so long... so to speak. Feedback me
please! I need to know what you thought- liked it,
loved it, hated it, wanna re-construct it... let me
know! Thanks.
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