Title: Caught Author: Mattress (Dana@platonic.co.uk) Rating:  NC-17 for the obvious Classification:  Mulder/Scully Romance (What else?)  Disclaimer:  Well, they're not mine. Wish they were, though.  Their lives would be a LOT more fun! Summary: Just read the damn thing. Caught I knock on the door to her apartment, field report in hand and listen for her to walk to the door and open it, ushering me that gorgeous smile of greeting that always touches my heart.  But she doesn't.  I knock again, a little harder this time.  Nothing.  Reaching into my pocket, I take out the set of keys that she gave me, unlock her door and step inside.  The living room is deserted. "Scully?" I call, closing the door behind me.  I kick off my shoes, remembering her habit of tidiness and look into the living room.  She has to be here.  She said she would be.  And Scully never breaks promises, unless something is seriously wrong.  Oh God.  I peep into the kitchen, smelling Chinese food and I notice the empty wrappers that have been left on the counter.  Nope.  No sign of my petite partner.  But the remnants of her dinner are proof that she was here.  I close the door and cross the living room.  I stand in front of her bedroom door.  Shall I?  Maybe she's feeling ill, and has gone to bed.  She won't want to be disturbed.  But on the other hand, she asked me to come tonight.  If she had changed her mind, she would have rung to tell me.  Anyway, if she's ill she might want some company. I push open the door.  My eyes adjust slowly to the dim room, and I switch on the light.  Well, Scully ain't here.  So where is she?  Maybe she's gone to the corner shop to get some... Wait a minute. I stop.  I'm in Scully's bedroom.  I haven't been in here for a while.  I hardly ever get a chance.  The bed stretches out before me like a wide expanse of grassland.  Apart from the fact that the duvet is peach colored.  Scully's bed.  I stride over and sit, feeling the softness of the mattress.  Images flash before my eyes.  <What does Scully do on this bed?> I have two voices in my head, and when it comes to Scully, they argue like anything, sending my brain into turmoil. <Sleep> the other voice answers back, innocently. <Other than sleep, you jerk> <Read, probably write up notes on certain cases...> <Oh, come on.  You know what she does on this bed.  She *fucks* herself on this bed.  How does that make you feel, Mulder?  Does it turn you on?> <She's my partner.  Why am I thinking like this?> <Because you love her> And I have to admit, I do love her.  I love her to pieces.  And I want her.  But.  There's always a *but*, isn't there?  I sigh, turning to face the head of the bed.  And I see her night shirt. Scully's night shirt.  My hand hesitates and then boldly reaches to pull the nighty towards me.  I hold it up by the shoulders.  It is a large T-shirt, too big for her to wear in the day.  I know it would cover her knees.  I don't believe it.  Scrawled across the front, in weird-looking letters, are the words 'I love baseball'.  I never really thought of Scully as a sporty person.  Wait a second, she isn't.  Then why does she have a T-shirt with that on it?  Then I remember.  That night in the park.  I taught Scully to play baseball.  I smile as I remember.  She was so laid-back that night, so totally unguarded.  And she was smiling. She was beautiful in the moonlight.  And for one of the first times in my life, I got to put my arms around her for something other than just comfort.  And I got to bury my face in her hair.  Well, kind of anyway.  And she didn't protest.  We are always comfortable in each other's company, but this was a memory that I like to take out of the closet (some folk call it my head) on special occasions. So.  Is that why she likes baseball?  Because I taught her to play it, in that lonely park, on that lonely night.  I must say, the thought makes me feel pretty good.  Knowing that she likes hitting a ball, nestled safely in my arms.  Well kinda.  Oh, I guess I'm just making something out of nothing.  Again.  I do it a lot.  I sigh, folding up her nighty and placing it back on her pillow. My ears hear a faint sound.  What's that?  Running water.  Oh.  So Scully's in the shower.  That explains it.  I stand and step to the door.  The next few things happen so quickly... I am just about to knock, when the door opens and Scully walks straight into me, draped loosely in a towel.  She squeals, suprized by my sudden appearance.  And DROPS THE TOWEL.  We stand, staring at each other, a look of horror on our faces.  Scully doesn't move.  Her mouth opens in shock. My God. Scully is standing in front of me.  Naked.  Naked Scully.  In front of me.  Oh.  My.  God.  I can't help it.  My eyes sweep down her figure.  Her skin is perfect, white, glossy from being under the water.  Her shoulders are lightly sprayed with freckles I never knew she had.  The last time I saw her naked, I was a little too occupied with the thought of getting her out of that awful place, to notice.  Not surprising, considering there were aliens bursting out of every pod around me.  Her breasts are small but full, and the peaks are hard nubs.  <From the cold> I tell myself, <from the cold>.  Her belly is flat and firm, her navel oval-shaped.  Then I look further. Well, I can safely say that Scully is definitely a natural red-head.  No doubt about that.  I feel a slight tremor run through me.  God.  I want her so much.  I never really realized just how much until now.  She is beautiful.  Her hips and waist form a highly seductive curve, highlighting the top of her thighs, elegantly.  I've seen her legs before, obviously, bearing in mind she frequently wears a skirt, but never like this.  Never with the rest of her body to marvel at.  And marvel I do.  She shifts her weight, nervously onto the other foot.  I slowly tear my eyes back up towards her face.  The question of why she hasn't picked up the towel and covered herself up, runs vaguely past me, but is not dwelled on.  My eyes travel back up her shoulders and I am suprized to find an interesting new feature of my partner.  She has blushed completely red.  Her face, her neck, her shoulders, and the top of her breasts have been taken over entirely by a beetroot wash.  And I realize that she is not embarrassed.  She is shy.  My God, she is shy because of me.  Is she shy about her body?  By the fact that I am looking at it?  She really shouldn't be.  She's beautiful.  Absolutely beautiful.  And it's not like I haven't seen her 'au naturel' before.  But.  There's always a *but*. The circumstances are not exactly the same.  And the feelings coursing through my body right now are different.  Very different.  Incredibly different.  Arousingly different. I catch her gaze, inquisitively.  She looks down at the floor, then blinks, forcing her gaze back up, to lock with mine.  She steps forward.  She is barely a meter away from me.  I reach out a hand to her shoulder, but I hesitate.  I want to touch her but my hand hovers, not quite sure whether she'll let me.  She steps slightly forward again, moving into my hand.  The effect is electric.  As soon as I touch her, a spark jolts through us.  Her eyes close as I run the tips of my fingers down her arm, to her elbow, then back up.  Her skin feels as soft as it looks.  Goose-bumps rise on her arms as my other hand joins the first, coming up to caress her shoulders.  Her head rolls back slightly, as my hands become more confident in their movements.  Then she opens her beautiful glassy eyes and smiles.  My heart turns to jelly.  The look behind those shining orbs is dreamy and, yet, totally focused at the same time.  She smoothes her hands up over my chest to my shoulders, and my hands stop moving over her. We stand like that for a while, gazing into each other's eyes, hands on each other's shoulders.  Then she sighs, deeply. "What are we doing?"  Her voice is almost a whisper.  Her question is not an exclamation of unbelieving shock, but is inquisitive.  Her voice contains something as sweet and smooth as honey.  I consider making some silly comment about doing the laundry, but tell myself that this is not the right time.  I smile, crookedly at her.  What can I say?  I decide just to tell her the truth. "I don't really know." She sighs again.  Her fingers move to weave in and out of the hair on the back of my neck.  She looks down at my shoulder, her face showing signs of decision.  She raises her face to me again.  She takes a deep, slow breath. "You can touch me if you want to," she whispers, her gaze never leaving mine.  I know I am already touching her but I know what she means. Oh God.  My brain stops working completely. As if of their own accord, my hands slide down her body to rest on her waist.  Tracing small circular patterns across her skin, I glide my hands up to the sides of her breasts, caressing with my thumbs.  The patterns widen and I touch the swollen peaks, elicting a slight moan.  Her knees buck and I catch her up, neatly, holding her body against me.  She rests her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes. I never knew I could do this to her.  It feels like the revelation of the century. "God," she breathes, as if she can read my mind.  Sometimes I do wonder... I run my hands over her back, marveling at the sleek muscles, the soft skin.  My hands travel further, to rest at the small of her back.  She wraps her hands loosely at the back of my neck, and I bury my face in her towel-dried hair.  I smell her again, but this time she smells of freshness, apple-blossom shampoo.  I absentmindedly kiss the top of her head. I want to touch her breasts again, but I don't know how to ask.  I lower myself onto the bed, sitting on the thick comforter.  By a simple stroke of luck, my face is directly in front of her breasts.  I smile, smoothing my hands around her waist, to stop at her hips.  Her hands stay at the back of my head, stroking my hair. The moan she gives when I touch her swollen nipple with my tongue is low and breathy, I hesitate and pull back.  She rests her hands on my shoulders for support, then brings one hand up to the back of my head again, pulling me to her, roughly.  I circle my tongue round the nub and tug lightly.  Circle tug, circle tug.  She is moaning almost constantly now, and I can tell she is finding it hard not to press my head closer to her. I know what she wants.  I've wanted it for long enough.  It's always the same.  Whatever Scully wants, I want too.  Cure for cancer.  The truth.  This is the truth.  This is what I want and what she wants.  The truth is that I love Scully with all my heart and soul, yet I never wanted to admit it, not even to myself.  Yes, I've had my fantasies, and the videos that I keep in my cupboard at home, (the ones that aren't mine) feed the longing that keeps me going.  And somehow, I knew this would happen.  It was inevitable.  I guess it always has been. And as my beautiful partner moans, writhing against me, I feel that I have accomplished the most amazing thing in the world.  I stand again, stopping my caress on her breasts, wanting to feel her against me once more.  She is so beautiful, sensually rubbing her small body against mine.  I need to feel more of her.  And, again, I know that what I want is what she wants.  "Scully?" I murmur, throatily into her hair. "Mmmm?" she replies, stopping the movements that are driving me completely crazy.  The voice she uses sends shivers up my spine, quivers through my body.  It is the voice of a woman who is completely and utterly turned on.  She looks up at me, breathing hard, her breath whispering secrets against my face. "I want to kiss you."  I can't hide any more.  I drop my forehead to rest against hers.  She smiles again, her clear green eyes glinting in the soft glow from the up-lighter above us and I am reminded of the time I almost kissed her in the hallway.  Slowly, ever so slowly, the space between us evaporates.  I close my eyes as my nose brushes the side of hers.  Our lips meet in a soft, passionate kiss.  Oh, God, this is amazing.  She parts her lips and thrusts her tongue in between mine.  Oh, dear God. I love you, I love you, I love you.  Scully.  This is better than anything.  This is better than everything.  Oh, God.  Even now, I feel the heat building up inside.  I'm as hard as rock already, but I almost don't notice.  Scully's lips on mine, sending waves of pleasure and warmth and passion that I have never tasted so strongly before, through my body.  And now her tongue next to mine, touching, mating.  Oh this is heaven. I lace my fingers into her hair and press her head so close, I'm almost on the other side.  She is moaning again, small breathy noises that delve into the depths of my heart, touching in all the right places.  Her heat is almost unbearable.  Then she reaches to undo the top button of my shirt.  I don't usually keep on my shirt after I leave the office, but tonight I just couldn't be bothered to get changed.  Why am I so stupid?  At least I don't have a tie on. She is half way through them now, I can't stand it any longer.  I grip the collar and whisk the office attire over my head, draping it on the floor.  Her hands are drawn to me, as hotly as mine were drawn to her a few hours, or minutes, or days ago.  She buries her face in my chest, nuzzling and kissing wherever she can get. "God, Mulder."  That voice again.  Oh, dear God in heaven.  I can feel my erection straining through my pants to get to her, and I feel as if I'm going to come right now, right here.  Scully teases my body, running her hands all over my upper half.  Then she lays her cheek against my chest, links her arms around my back and blinks up at me.  Her crystal-clear eyes glint with the passion enbedded in them. "Mulder."  It is such a whisper that I can't tell if it's a statement or a question, so I go for the latter. "Yes, Scully?"  She blinks and breaks my gaze.  Dropping her head, she swallows.  I slide my arms around her back, trace tickling patterns down her spine.  What's wrong?  Why is she so distant?  She isn't regretting this, surely.  Oh, please God no. She gives this little, sort of sigh, closing her eyes and nuzzling her face into my chest.  I bury my face in her hair and fear the worst. "Can we..." She faulters. "do you want to...God, Mulder, why is this so hard?"  I can't help it.  I have to, I can't stop myself. "It's what usually happens to the male sexual anatomy when the male in question is holding the woman of his dreams in his arms."  She giggles.  I raise my eye-brows.  Well, I've never really heard her do that before.  I can do nothing else, I chuckle along with her.  She pulls slightly away and looks up at me. "Let's get these pants off," she whispers, gaining the confidence from her laughter and using it wisely.  She pops open the button and draws the zipper down.  I step out of them with as much stamina as I can and she takes me into her arms again.  Now there is only one, thin layer of clothing between Scully and my throbbing self.  I must say, only when I think of Scully, can I make myself hard.  It used to be different.  I used to be able to pronounce myself aroused all the time.  But when I met Scully all this changed.  Fowley, Bambi, Phoebe, all they gave me was sex.  But Scully, she's my partner, my confident, my lifeline, and most importantly the best friend I've ever had.  We joke with each other, we flirt, we touch.  All this is more important than sex. I mean it.  I do. I remember the first time I met her.  She sauntered in, no, I think strode majestically in would be more accurate, and it took all my courage not to run away.  I wasn't scared of her, but there was definitely something going on between us.  She was...well, I can't really describe what she was.  I was all ready with the defenses up, waiting for her to attack, and all I did was fall head over heels in love with her.  It wasn't straight away, it took time, but that first meeting, I definitely felt something. Now, as she pulls at the back of my boxers, getting them over my hips and then the rest of the way down, I remember all the good times we've had.  Playing baseball in the park.  Laughing and flirting with each other when we acted as newly weds.  That time in Antarctica, the spaceship flying over our freezing bodies.  And I smile. My arousal is free, and it seems to acknowledge this particular fact, growing even more painfully hard.  I know that if I don't want to disgrace myself in front of Scully, I have to act pretty fast. "Scully?" I want her so badly, but I think she already knows this. "Mmmm?"  She smiles at me.  There is another glint in those emerald orbs, a different one.  I catch it almost as she plants a biting kiss on my shoulder, then another further down.  Then others down my chest.  Oh God.  I know where she is heading.  And I know can't last that long. "Scully," I gasp as she crouches and trails a finger up my desire and licks her lips, smoothing the way.  I close my eyes.  My whoe body tenses up, I can't move.  No woman has ever done this to me before, and it scares me slightly. "Don't.  Stop, Scully.  I can't..." I want to tell her that I'm going to burst any minute, but she's right, it is really difficult.  After all the years we've known each other, after everything we've been through, one would think that it would be easy to admit to each other what we want.  But it isn't, not at all. "What's wrong?"  She seems to catch my nervousness. "I can't...hold on much longer." I shrug, trying to explain.  I am stuttering, but I can't help it.  "And if you...well...I'm afraid you won't get much out of me...after... Oh, God damn it, Scully!  I'm sorry." "Hey."  She stands and catches my face in her hands. "Hey, Mulder.  It's OK."  I smile, slightly.  I knew she would understand.  She's the only one in this Goddamn world who has ever understood me completely.  And I realize, she's the only one that ever will.  She kisses me lightly on the lips again, running her hands up and down my back.  I hold her as close as I can, lifting her against my body, her feet leaving the floor briefly as we kiss.  She breaks the kiss and I rest her back on the floor. "So.  This is it," she breathes, blinking at me. "Yeah, I guess it is."  I smile as she lies down on the bed, and stares at the ceiling for a moment, before catching my gaze and smiling back at me.  "I don't believe this is going to happen," I say, marveling at how the contours of her body react with the light.  She's so beautiful, I can hardly take it all in. "Me neither.  God, Mulder."  <Quickly> I think to myself, before kneeling on the bed, crawling over to her.  Scully reaches up to brush a loose strand of hair from my face.  God.  If there has been a single time that I have not loved this woman, I must have been either completely pissed, or totally out of my mind.  She is the only real woman in my life, and I think she knows that now.  At least I hope she does. "Are you just going to stay there, staring at me, Mulder, or is something...something absolutely amazing going to happen?"  She smiles, kissing me lightly on the lips.  I want her.  I want her so badly that sometimes just looking at her, or calling her late at night, gets my heart beating faster and all I want to do is go *visit* her. I situate myself between her bent knees, placing my hands beside her face.  I look into her eyes, she is the beginning of pure perfection.  Her eyes are wide and darker than I've ever seen them.  Her lips are berry-red and slightly parted, she's breathing silently through them, her breath tickling my face.  I look deeper, reading her like the pages of a book.  <This is amazing> I nod. <I love you so much> I close my eyes, blocking out the tears, threatening to escape.  She reaches a hand up to trace my jaw.  I open my eyes.  <What's wrong?> I shake my head, trying to make sense of the strange feelings coursing through my body.  One of her hands stays at my head, while the other lazily, traces a path down to rest at the small of my back.  She smoothes her hand over and over my skin.  I want to lie here all night with her, I want to... And I realize that she's signaling for me to get a move on and enter her.  God, why am I so ignorant?  Why am I so Goddamn stupid?  I should be getting things moving, shouldn't I?  Am I a jerk, or what?  Only Scully could reduce me to this.  An ignorant, stupid jerk, with the stamina of a fifteen-year-old on anti-depressants. I shrug, nervously and utter, "God, I'm sorry, Scully."  She nuzzles my hairline, planting a kiss on it. "It's OK, Mulder.  You don't have to apologize.  I feel the same about this."  She lifts her legs higher around my waist and I feel her heels against the small of my back.  She pulls my head down for another kiss.  I kiss her back with more passion that I have ever kissed with, and slip inside her.  She bites my lip, thrusting hips towards me, sighing her pleasure into my mouth. God this is amazing. I look down at her and my hips give a little involentary thrust as she catches my gaze.  Her eyes are like pools of pure delight and bliss, mixed into a green love-potion.  A love potion that, I have to say, I would be more than happy to drink.  I lower my lips to hers and she opens under me, hitching her legs even further around my waist.  We moan together, as I slip further inside her.  I cannot stand it anymore, I start to move.  The shock-waves passing through us make both our bodies shake and pleasure washes over me again and again.  Scully throws her head back, her hands gripping the headboard with the strength of 50 men, and cries out, as I drive harder and faster into her.  This is paradise, this is better than paradise.  I am going to come any second, but I need to hold on, I need to wait for her.  The mattress is bouncing, the sheets are flailing, and my heart is thuddering vigorously against my ribcage. "Let go, Mulder," I hear her gasp. "Let go."  I shake my head, mutely and bury my face in the soft skin of her neck, thrusting harder and harder.  <Come on, Scully> I think <Come *on*>  God, I can't hold on.  The feeling of being inside this beautiful woman is too intense, I can't even open my eyes.  Hot and slick and so heavenly.  And I'm not going to last much longer.  Just a little bit longer, I say to myself.  Come on, Scully. I can't last. Yes I can.  I grit my teeth. Then her body tenses in my arms and I feel her walls gripping me and squeezing me for all I'm worth.  "Mulder.  Oh God!"  This is it. And I let go with an animalistic cry, screaming her name into her neck.  The pleasure is amazing, I want to see her but I can't open my eyes.  My orgasm lasts longer than normal, using up more energy than I actually have.  I colapse onto her like a spent man, my face nestled between her breasts.  I feel like I could sleep forever, but I don't want to.  I want to stay in Scully's arms to the end of eternity. As our breathing slows, I realize that I must be squashing her.  I push myself up on my hands and roll off to one side.  She opens her eyes and turns her head to look at me, smiling. "Hey," she slurs, tenderly. "Hey." I reach a hand to her face, moving right up close to her.  She brings her hand up to run it along my shoulder to my elbow and back again.  That arm wraps itself loosely around her waist, the other still holding her head.  A sigh escapes my lips and I look deep into her eyes.  I feel like I could sleep for a week, but I don't want to miss anything.  I want to lie here forever, holding this amazing woman in my arms. "So...what happens now?" she asks, softly. "I guess we'll eventually go to sleep." I smile, nervously, not wanting to dwell on the obvious question I read in her eyes and voice. "You know that's not what I mean, Mulder."  She nuzzles her face into my hand.  "We have to talk about this, however har...however difficult it is." I chuckle at her almost-mistake, referring to my earlier joke.  She grins, sheepishly. "I think, Scully, that we of all people can make this work.  Nothing has changed," I stop, think, then grin, "except, obviously the fact that Frohike's gonna be really jealous of me." She giggles again.  My God this has been a great day for revelations about Scully. "Not if we don't tell him." I stroke her cheek with my thumb. "This is one of the Lone gunmen we're talking about here.  He's gonna find out."  She smiles again and plays with my hair, absentmindedly.  She closes her eyes, completely content.  I realize I haven't told her how I feel.  I haven't told her I love her. "Scully?" "Mmm?"  She opens her pretty eyes, blinking sweetly.  I feel a shiver of pure love jolt straight through my body. "I love you so much.  I can't explain, I need you by my side forever." "Forever?" "Yes," I whisper, not knowing what the future holds, not really caring.  As long as I can be with Scully, I will always be content.  "I love you too," I hear her whisper back, as I fall into slumber.  I bury my face in her hair, and drift off. La Fini.  Oh, I don't 'arf lurve writin' fanfic!