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	Title: Write me Author: Mattress (jez22@hotmail.com) Rating: NC-17 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: Mulder and Scully e-mail each other. A lot. Authors note: Pay attention to the times and dates. They're pretty important. Write me - Part 1/3 Wed. 13th Nov. 01:53 Scully, I'm really sorry about today. Well, yesterday, now. I didn't mean it to happen. I understand your anger at me this evening, I was a total jerk. I am a total jerk. But that's no excuse to leave you in the middle of nowhere, with that sheriff. I know you've had some bad moments with sheriffs before, that time with the vampires to name but one. So I should have been more considerate. I do try. What happened was, I got this anonymous call to say that they had found my sister. I was wary at first, I'd had so many phony calls (note the deliberate pun) in the past, but I took the benefit of the doubt to go and investigate. I had to. I'm sorry. I would have called you, but when I got to the ruined house where Sam was supposed to be, Krychek was there and a few other men that work for that son-of-a-bitch, Cancerman. They were talking about me, saying things like, "If he falls for this one, he must be really stupid." So I didn't go into the house, I got back in my car and drove home. I must have sat in front of the TV for about three hours. Just sat, thinking. Then you knocked on the door and I let you in. Well, you know the rest. I'm not suprized you were angry at me. How can I make it up to you? Perhaps dinner at the weekend? You choose the place. I'll pay. We'll have a bit of fun. Oh, well. See you tomorrow. Mulder. * * * * * * Wed. 13th Nov. 19:21 Mulder, It's OK. I understand, and I'm sorry for blowing off at you like that yesterday. You don't have to make it up to me, but dinner would be nice. I'll pay half, like I always do. As you said, have a bit of fun. It wasn't that bad. The sheriff was, actually, reasonably nice to me. We talked about the case, nothing more. And he didn't offer me one single drink. But don't get jealous, you're still my favorite guy. I would have done what you did, if it were Missy they'd found. I miss her a lot. And I still can't help thinking, it should have been me. But, anyway. Enough of that. I can't be miserable all my live, I have to move on. Which is what I have done with this. We don't even need to mention it again, if you don't want to. I forgive you completely. I just hope you forgive me for being such a bitch. I like writing to you. It feels good to let out my thoughts to you. I can trust you with my thoughts. We ought to keep this up, it might bring us closer. I bought the 'Exorcist' (the video) a few days ago. I lost the first copy. Do you want to watch it with me? Come over tonight, if you're free. Scully. * * * * * * Thurs. 14th Dec. 15:01 Scully, I'm glad you understand. I felt so guilty (as usual) for everything I did. Have you noticed, we understand each other entirely? I guess that's what six years of working together does to two people. Brings them so close that they start believing psychic energy may be involved. The movie yesterday was great. I'm really getting into this horror stuff. Sorry I fell asleep half way through. I didn't mean to. I was kinda tired. Not a bit suprizing, after the case we've been working on. It was nice of you to let me stay the night. Breakfast this morning was great. Spooky (!) * * * * * * Fri. 15th Nov. 12:45 Hey Mulder, I love that movie. It's definitely my favorite. Good job I don't have nightmares when I watch it late at night. Not with you around, anyhow. You're welcome to stay anytime. You know that. And anyway, I like having you over. We have fun, and we don't fight as we do in the office. Are you free this weekend? Come over for a takeout Chinese tomorrow, if you feel like it, Saturday night. I have a lot of movies that I have never watched at home. You can pick which this time. I don't have any that came in a paper bag, but I have Titanic, if you wanna watch that. You don't have to stay the night, but if you're too tired to drive home, you're welcome to. Scully. * * * * * * Fri. 15th Nov. 23:16 Scully, I'm very free this weekend. And I couldn't think of a better way to spend my weekend than watching movies and eating egg-fried-rice with you. Though, you'll have to give me a fork, I'm lethal with chop-sticks! You're right when you say we don't fight outside work. We really don't do we? We're best of friends. I wish there was some way of us getting closer, but we're as close as friends have ever been. See ya tomorrow! Mulder. * * * * * * Sat. 16th Nov. 23:34 Mulder, I'm riting this wile your asleep. I don't no wye. I had funn tonite. I feel a bit fuzy but that's not suprizzing, considaring how much wine I've had. I think we finished off three botels tonite. If the speling is a litel bad, it's the drink tiping. OK, this is Sunday morning and I was really pissed! I would have sent you that message last night, but I couldn't remember how to. And you wouldn't have got it until today anyway, so it doesn't matter. I was so pissed. I had to crawl to bed last night, I couldn't even walk. But I felt great, I really did. One more glass and I would have embarrassed myself completely. I don't quite know how, but I always seem to find a way, when I'm drunk. At least I'm not hung over. I took my laptop to bed with me last night, so this is why I'm writing to you, sipping coffee, still in my bed and my pajamas. You're not awake yet. I'll just sit here a few more minutes, then I'll wake you up. But it's Sunday, so we don't have to go to work. Bliss. Anyway, what do you usually do on Sundays? If it involves those videos in your cupboard that don't belong to you, I don't want to know. I normally watch TV, go for dinner at my Mom's, or baby-sit for Ellen or Bill. Have you met Ellen? She was my best friend at college, but we've drifted apart since then. Her little boy is adorable, and he's my godson. Do you already know that? I used to go to church on a Sunday. I don't anymore. I don't feel I need to. But today, I think I'll just sit in front of the TV, catching up on what's happening in the world. And then take a long, hot bath with that oil Mom gave me for my birthday, which has been sitting at the side of the tub, gathering dust. As I said. Bliss. Anyway, it's 10:30 and that's sleeping in for me. I'll get you up and make you some breakfast. See you in about 15 seconds. Scully. * * * * * * Sun. 17th Nov. 13:26 Giggles. That's what I ended up calling you last night. I haven't had such a laugh in years. And by the way, you spell haphazardly with a 'p', not a 'b', I checked. I don't remember what that was about, but it must have been very funny. How much did we drink? Three bottles! It was good wine, too. But I think I might have got a bit on your carpet, sorry about that. Good job it was white wine. I was almost as drunk as you. Thank-you for letting me stay, I was too drunk to drive anything. Also sorry about that thing with the underwear. Although, it was damn funny, watching you walk around for half an hour with a bra hanging out of the back pocket of your jeans. I'm not suprized you couldn't work out what I was laughing at. Again, I was really drunk. Let's get together next weekend. My place? I promise to tidy up before you get there! And you can sleep over if you want. You're very welcome to. And we'll have fun again! Before I go, I just want to say, you look so pretty when you laugh. Mulder. * * * * * * Mon. 18th Nov. 11:56 Hey, Mulder. It's me, just writing to say Hi. And to say that you have shaving cream just in front of your right ear. * * * * * * 11:58 Thanks. The label is sticking out the back of your collar. By the way, that's a very pretty shirt you're wearing. * * * * * * 12:01 Thanks, Mulder. I love your Simpson's tie. I'm not sure Skinner would appreciate the 'yellow hairy butt' comment, though. * * * * * * Wed. 20th Nov. 14:54 Mulder? Are you Okay? You've been really quiet all day. That's not like you. Has something happened? Are you sick? Are you coming down with something? You can tell me. This is Scully. The girl who's pants you stuck a bra down? Come on, Mulder. * * * * * * 15:19 I'm Okay. I'm fine. I feel fine, Scully. I mean it. Stop mothering me. * * * * * * 15:46 Sorry. * * * * * * 18:38 Mulder, are you sure you're okay? Your mood didn't improve all day. Come on, Mulder. You made me feel low too. I guess it's contagious. Or something Missy used to say. We were really close and when one of us had been told off, or sent up to their room, something like that, the other would cry. That's what I feel with you. Now I'm being stupid. Anyway, write me back and talk to me. Please. Scully. * * * * * * 22:17 Okay. I admit. I'm feeling a little low. But only because of that thing with Sam, last week. It just made me think... I guess I realize now that I'm not going to find her. Never. My search all these years was for nothing. All that time...lost. I'm ready to give up. Mulder. * * * * * * 22:21 Oh, Mulder. You shouldn't think like that. Really you shouldn't. You found me, didn't you? After they took me? You're gonna find your sister. I know it's hard, sometimes, but you have to keep trying. And you can't give up. What would I do without you, hey? I couldn't stay in the FBI. It wouldn't be worth it. You'd not be there to annoy me. (Just joking.) You have to think positively. And you know I'm here for you. Scully. * * * * * * 22:27 Thanks for that, Scully. You didn't have to say all those things. But I know you mean them, and that means a lot to me. More than a lot, actually. Thanks. Mulder, feeling a little better. * * * * * * Thurs. 21st Nov. 17:19 Feeling better today? Good. Jerk. What was that all about, Mulder? That blonde chatting you up when we went to talk to those men in that bar? And you were responding to her, instead of helping me with the case. "Chickadee"! What a cheek that woman had, calling you that! How old was she? Twelve? The way she was all over you was sickening, I've never seen such a sorry sight. I hope you're VERY sorry for yourself after today. I'm fuming here, or haven't you noticed? See you tomorrow. Don't be late if you value your life. Scully. * * * * * * 18:46 Scully, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're right. I'm full of crap. She wasn't anything special anyway. All breasts and no brain. Unlike you. No erase that. Of course you've got breasts, I mean...Oh never mind. I told you I was a jerk. You're right, I should have helped you with those men. Turned out they were pretty useful, huh? Though all that stuff about monsters talking to them in their sleep was enough to get even me skeptical. Don't be mad at me. I hate it when you're mad at me. She was nothing. Honestly. Just some tart who just happened to be there at just that moment. I am a real Jerk. Please don't be mad at me. Saturday's still on, isn't it? Please? I've been looking forward to it all week. Mulder. * * * * * * Fri. 22nd Nov. 22:17 Mulder. Sorry, Mulder. I don't know why I feel like this. I feel so jealous. I've never felt jealous before. Oh, that doesn't include the time I saw you and Fowley holding hands through the window. That time with Gibson. Or that incident with Det. White. Sorry Mulder, but I can't help it. I've never let so much out before. I feel empty. See you tomorrow. Scully. * * * * * * 22:40 Scully. Are you really jealous? I have to ask. Honestly she was nothing. I understand if you are jealous, but we'll never see her again. You're still my top girl, you know. And my best friend and companion. I love your company. I love your sense of humor and your smile. And I trust only you. But you know that, don't you? Mulder. * * * * * * 23:15 God. I am so mixed up right now, Mulder. I was jealous yesterday. This is so weird. Hey. Could be an X-file, Mulder. I have to see you. Tomorrow is still on. Then we can talk. I don't know what I want, I don't know what I feel. But the fact remains, Mulder. I... I think I'm in love with you. * * * * * * 00:07 Scully. God. I love you too. So much. I've had feelings for you for such a long time, I can't remember a day that I did not think of you. Okay. I'm now going to be honest. As honest as you'll ever know me. I'm crying. Tears are running down my face, soaking the back of my hand as I wipe them away. I don't believe this is happening. You told me you love me. I love you, Scully. I do. And I can't wait until tomorrow. If you're still coming round, that is. Please come round. I want to show you how much I love you. How much I trust you. It's gonna take a hell of a long time, I can tell you. Be how you were last Saturday, but without the alcohol. Giggly, sweet. Absolutely gorgeous. Okay. I have to go now. I love you. * * * * * * Sat. 23rd Nov. 12:26 I'm nervous, Mulder. I'm so nervous that I'm shaking. But I'm excited as well. I can't wait to see you. Only 7 hours 34 minutes to go. God, I can't believe this is happening. How far are we going to let it go? How far can we get in one night? Are we gonna kiss? Are we gonna touch? Are we gonna make love? All these questions are swimming around in my head, making me feel light and liquid. Which rises another question in my mind. Do I need to bring anything to use? You know. Protection? I know I can't get pregnant, but tell me please. I'm getting myself into a state. * * * * * * 14:53 It's okay, Scully. I'm having exactly the same worries. And I'm shaking, too. No, you don't have to bring anything to use, I have plenty. Can I ask you a favor? Can you bring a couple of pillows. It's just, I haven't got any. I know it sounds weird, but I don't ever use them. And I, we, might need them tonight. Not that we have to go that far. But we can if you really want to. And you're welcome to stay the night. Love you. Mulder. * * * * * * 15:38 4 hours 22 minutes to go. I've never declared my love for someone over the internet. It was quite an experience, I must say. If you think about it, this is, in theory, a date. That also scares me. I don't know why. It's still so new. I haven't been on a date in so long, I've forgotten how to act at one. I'm gonna just try and think it's just like last weekend. Except it's at your apartment. And I have to bring pillows. Oh, God. I'm doing it again. See you soon. * * * * * * 19:27 You'll be here in a while. So I don't know why I'm writing to you. I need to order the food. I'll go. God, I'm nervous. x x x x x x Part 2/3 The bell rings. Oh God, I think. She's here. I scan my apartment in a frenzy. Is everything okay? Is the place as tidy as possible. Yes Mulder, stop panicking. I take a few calming breaths and open the door. "Hey." She looks as nervous as I feel. I smile and take the pillows she clasps from her. She's wearing a pale blue, low-cut top and denim jeans. She looks so beautiful. "Hey, Scully," I say, as calmly as possible. This is going to be so awkward. I turn and usher her inside, closing the door behind her, locking it. She sits on my couch and looks up at me with clear eyes. She smiles. I sit down next to her and take her hands in mine. I trace her knuckles, gently, and she shifts to face me. * * * * * * "Mulder?" He's still caressing my fingers, staring at them as if he's never seen hands before. He looks so absorbed in his task, that I just want to sit and watch him. "Earth to Mulder?" I whisper, and his eyes come up to lock my gaze. God. Tears are falling down his face. He sniffs, as if realizing a little after me that he is weeping, and lifts a hand to trace my jaw. I can't stand it any longer, I pull his head onto my shoulder, my arms go around him and he pulls me, roughly, onto his lap. I tuck my legs up beneath me and run my fingers through his hair. Why is he crying? "Mulder? It's okay," I whisper, gently. He looks up at me and smiles, sheepishly. "Sorry." I shake my head. "No more sorrys. I've had enough of them for one week." He nods, pulling me close against his body, his lips brushing the skin where my shoulder meets my neck. They make a slow, gentle trail upwards, over my neck to my face, nuzzling against my cheek, before grazing softly along my lips. He pulls back slowly, gauging my reaction. I rest my forehead against his, looking deep into his eyes. My hands go to the back of his head. * * * * * * We've done this before. But it was in my hallway. And she'd just told me that she was resigning. Seems such a long time ago. I crook an eyebrow at her, before moving in to gently kiss her. Oh God. This is amazing. Her lips on mine, her nose brushing the side of mine, her fingers stroking the back of my head. It's all so incredible. My body responds exactly as if we were meant to do this from the beginning. I can't help it. I moan into her mouth, pulling her properly atop me, one hand staying at her jaw, while the other roaming down to the curve of her waist. She breaks the kiss and straddles me, only to catch her breath and lock her lips hungrily with mine once more. Then she moans back and presses her body against me, touching my face, my neck, my shoulders. Her hands slow their movements and she breaks the kiss, tenderly running a hand up, over my chest. Her breath whispers secrets against my face, hot and rapid. I have never seen her so turned on, so amazingly beautiful. "Oh God, Mulder." She just stares at me, gently weaving her fingers in and out of the fine hairs on the back of my head. She wipes away stray tears lingering on my face, before kissing me wetly, briefly, then sitting up and standing up. "Where do you think you're going?" I ask, slightly breathless. She smiles, holding out her hands. I take them and she pulls me close to her, whispering in my ear. "Don't tell me I brought those pillows for nothing." Wow. I've never heard her use that tone of voice before. God, she sounds sexy. She kisses me again, her arms looping around my neck, crushing my mouth to hers. This time, her tongue explores my mouth, touching, mating with my own. I taste her for the first time and she tastes of everything I associate with her. I even recognize the mouthwash I smell on her breath every day. She tastes fresh, like a peach, but dark and spicy at the same time. Rather like a spicy apple pie. A spark passes through me and when she breaks the kiss, I'm left weak-kneed, shaking and breathing heavily. I lick my lips, grinning at her. "Taste good?" she asks me, running her nails lightly down my chest. "Perfect," I say. "Amazing. Beautiful. Like you." She looks up at me, shyly, and blushes. Just a slight, pink flush on her cheekbones, but I notice it. * * * * * * He's so sweet. And I can't help blushing when he says that I'm beautiful Does he know what he does to me? Does he even realize the extent of his power over me? I trust him completely and utterly. I've risked a lot to save his ass too many times, and he's risked his life for me, too. God, I love him. We turn and walk hand in hand into his bedroom. I look around, amazed at what I see. This is the tidiest I've ever seen his room. His bed is made, the files usually strewn across it, stacked neatly along one wall. Mulder senses my amazement and stands behind me, snaking his arms around my waist, bobbing his head down to kiss my hairline. "What do you think? Does it pass the Scully-test?" "Sure does, Mulder. This is the first time I've ever seen your floor." He chuckles, his hands wandering higher up my front. I close my eyes as one hand fits itself around my breast and squeezes. Oh God. The thumb passes over the hardened peak, and I moan throatily. He starts to kiss the nape of my neck, making me shiver. Oh, this is good. This is so good, I think I'm going to faint. The other hand goes to my other breast, giving the same attention as the first. I feel so lightheaded. I feel like I could fly. * * * * * * Scully's breasts are perfect. Small but full, they feel like perfect glass baubles in my hands. She rests her head back on my shoulder and I kiss her forehead, tenderly. God, but she's beautiful. Every time I rub her nipple with my thumb, she shudders. I can't take my eyes of her face. She's closed her eyes and she's smiling slightly again, her face still a little flushed, but I'm not sure it's just because she's still embarrassed about me telling her she was beautiful a few minutes ago. One of my hands travels a lazy path down her front, coming to rest at her middle. She opens her eyes and stares straight at me. "I think we ought to make our way to the bed, before things get..." she whispers next to my ear, licking her lips when she can't think of anything to describe what we're about to do. The voice she uses is like no other that has ever been used just for me. I smile and tilt my head at her, running my forefinger along the waistband of her pants. She shivers again, pulling away, slightly. "Come on, Mulder." She takes my hand, gently pulling me to the bed. "Are you sure about this?" She sits, bouncing slightly on the mattress, looking up at me. The only light in the room, shines through a slit in the curtains and rests on her face. Her skin sparkles golden, the color of the sun as it rises each morning. Beautiful, perfect. She nods slowly. "Completely sure." I smile and kneel in front of her. * * * * * * His bed is incredibly soft. I guess that's what comes from never using it. Mulder kneels in front of me, placing his hands either side of my waist. He starts to kiss my shoulders, tenderly, softly. I just put my arms around him, holding him to me, closing my eyes at the sensations. Then he pulls the bottom of my top from my pants and I raise my arms as he whips it over my head. Reaching around my back, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps off my shoulders slowly, his face eager in anticipation. I can tell by just looking at him that he's been looking forward to this for six years. That's a hell of a long time to wait for something. My bra comes away in his hands and he just stares at my breasts, his eyes half closed. And then he whispers two words that send my mind into turmoil: "My God." I grin down at him. His face is a picture, I just have to giggle. He looks so amazed at my breasts, like he's never seen anything like them before. He looks up at me. "What?" "Your face is a picture," I say, "You look as if you've never seen breasts before." He looks back down at them and gets that face again. I giggle again, putting a hand to my mouth. He chuckles back, kissing the patch of skin where my shoulder meets my neck and then brings his face up to mine. "They're just so perfect, Scully," he whispers, then he kisses my lips. I break the kiss and look down at my breasts, lips pouted in decision. "I don't get it," I say finally. "What is so amazing about them?" He cocks his head to one side and stares at my breasts. "I don't know, they're just perfect." He smiles at me. "They're just breasts. Every second person in the world has them. They're for...for giving babies milk. I've never understood why men like breasts so much. What is so perfect about them?" "I don't know, actually," he says, shrugging. I smile playfully at him and kiss him sweetly to show that I'm only fooling around. I lay back on the bed and Mulder leans over me, his hair flopping over his forehead. I reach to pull at his T-shirt. Off it comes and Mulder reaches down to the top button of my jeans. I smile and stretch my arms above my head, sighing deeply. I've never been so relaxed with a man in my life. Especially not as we're just about to have sex. * * * * * * I love the way Scully looks when she's relaxed. She is so pretty. The slight smile on her face is making me feel so turned on, I can't help kissing her belly, before undoing the button and zipper on her jeans. She kicks them off to one side and stretches and reaches for my own jeans. The button and zipper are down in a second, and I crawl out of the pants, my boxers coming down with them. "Wow," Scully exclaims quietly, as she sees my erection. She swallows. She doesn't smile, but blushes, turning her head away from me. I frown as a look of disappointment crosses her face. Oh dear God. What have I done wrong? She doesn't look impressed at what she sees. She's disappointed with me. I've never felt so run down in my life. I reach down to cup her jaw. Scully closes her eyes and sighs. Is it me? Have I done something wrong? Am I not up to her standard? Oh God, Scully. Tell me what is wrong with me. I search her face, but she gives nothing away. Nothing at all. Oh this is so frustrating. "Scully? What is it?" She opens her eyes and looks at me, sadly. "Is it something I did? Did I do something wrong?" She pushes herself up to lean against the headboard and rubs my shoulder, affectionately. She shakes her head. "It's not you, Mulder. It's nothing that you've done." "Then what's the matter?" I kneel in front of her, lowering myself over to sit next to her and kiss her forehead. "I...you...you're never going to fit inside me." It takes a moment for this to sink in. "I...I'm too big?" She nods. Well I've never been told that before. Too bendy, too hairy, yes. But never too big. This relieves me a little, though I know it shouldn't. "And I'm too small." She sighs and turns to sit on her side. She leans against me and wraps an arm around my middle. "Do you think it's worth trying?" She seems to think for a moment and gazes up at me, her eyes a little worried. "Maybe. We'd better be careful, though. I've had trouble in the past with this particular...problem." She smiles at me and I grasp the back of her head, kissing her. I break away and stare at her. "What ever happens, I still love you." She nods and turns on her back again. I kneel at her feet and tease her thighs gently apart. She shuts her eyes. "Scully." She looks up. "If I hurt you, you must tell me. Will you do that?" She nods. "Yes, Mulder." I smile and she shifts her hips around, opening her legs as far as she can, pushing her knees up almost to her chest. * * * * * * Shit. I knew I'd mess this up. Being so small has had it's problems in the past, but I never imagined Mulder would be so...big. I mean, I knew he was considerable, I've seen him naked before, but I thought we'd be okay. If we ever... Of course, I never expected this to ever happen. Relax, Dana. It's gonna hurt like hell if you don't. My muscles won't relax. I pull my knees up, almost to my chin and reach for the back of his neck. He descends slowly atop me and reaches down to feel the wetness pooling between my legs. I jerk at the contact and relish at the thought that this is the first time he's ever done this to me. Touched me like that. I arch back my head into the pillows and moan, softly. "You like that, Scully?" Do I ever? "Mmmm. Yes." Touch me, Mulder. Come on. He gazes into my eyes and I feel his fingers begin to touch and explore me. He leans down to kiss me and slips a finger inside me. Oh yes. That feels so darn good. I smile and pull his head against me, kissing him, hard. And it's then that I realize I've finally relaxed. I sigh against him and he pulls away, withdrawing his fingers from me. He knows it's time. "Okay?" he asks me. I nod and he reaches down, never breaking eye contact and takes himself in his hand. I feel him probing and inspecting me. He searches my face for any sign of discomfort, but I give none, because there is none. * * * * * * I push inside her, just a little. I look into her eyes and she smiles, telling me silently that she's okay. I smile back and push again. A little further inside her. She gasps and I search her face for any signs of pain. No. The gasp was that of pleasure, turning all my insides into a joyous jumble of happiness. As I push again, she grips my shoulders and smoothes her thumbs against my skin. I lower my face to her and start to nuzzle her, sweetly. She sighs and smiles as I push against her and realize that I'm all the way inside her. "Scully?" I reach to her face and trace her jaw, tenderly. "Am I hurting you?" "No, Mulder. You're not hurting me." She smiles her beautiful smile at me and kisses the tip of my nose, affectionately. "You feel so good." I can feel her around me, hot and so, so tight. I catch her gaze again and she brings her hands to the back of my neck, trailing and tickling the hair there. "I love you, Scully." "I love you too, Mulder," she says, in a dreamy voice. Not unlike the one she used last weekend, when she got drunk. She just smiles at me for what seems like eternity. Then she glances down between us and her hands travel down my back, stopping at the top of my ass. "You can move if you want to." "I'll be so gentle," I promise and start to slowly thrust out and in and out of her, trying desperately not to speed up too quickly. She moans and arches her head back into the pillows again. She feels so fucking good around me. But she is so tight, I still fear hurting her. I make the pace slow, gentle. I'm not about to rip her apart. No way. * * * * * * "Yes!" That first thrust sends my mind reeling and my body tingling like I've been struck by lightening. "Oh that's so good, Mulder," I moan, pushing up against his every down stroke. "So good." I gasp as I feel the familiar feelings sweeping over my body in short, spine-tingling waves. Fuck. I don't care how fucking big he is. I want him to make love to me. To pound inside me so deeply that I can feel him prodding at my brain. "Scully?" I open my eyes and drop my head back onto the pillow, looking into his eyes. "Mmm?" "I wanna go faster, baby, but I don't want to hurt you." I smile at his sweetness. God he is so sweet. "You're not going to hurt me, Mulder. This feels so good. I need you to go faster." "Really?" I gasp as I feel him twitch inside me. "Yes, yes. I want it hard and fast. I want you to shake me up, make me scream. Come on, Mulder. Make me feel good." He smiles and speeds up his thrusts slightly, never breaking my gaze. I gasp and only just manage to keep my eyes open. I want to see him when he comes. I want to watch that beautiful face as he surrenders to his feelings. "More?" I gasp again and nod, matching his thrusts, making him quicken. "Okay?" "Yes. More, more, more. Come on, Mulder. Let go." My arms fly above my head as he takes me by the waist and begins to pound into me harder and harder and harder... "Yessss. Oh Mulder come on baby. Yesssss. Oh I love you so much." He closes his eyes and trusts harder and harder and faster and faster and I'm so close to the edge that... And then I'm over the edge and I cry out into his neck as he holds me to him, pounding into me faster and faster... * * * * * * Oh. Oh my God. Scully's body goes solid under my hands and she gasps out my name, burying her face in my shoulder, squeezing her arms around my neck so tight I can hardly breathe. She's coming so hard, I can feel the ripples of her orgasm around me increase in size and intensity with every passing second. Yes, oh yes. I feel it begin at the base of my spine, then creep up quickly to the rest of my body, throwing me over the edge, making me cry out, thrust convulsively into her and stop breathing for a moment. I empty inside her and collapse onto her like a spent man. I relish the last flutters of her muscles around me and sigh contentedly. That was amazing. Totally and utterly amazing. "Oh my God, Mulder," she manages to get out. Her breathing is so fast, I'm glad she doesn't have asthma. As our breathing slows down, I push up on my knees and pull out of her as gently as I can, smoothing my hands over her stomach. I hear her breathe a small sigh and I sink into the mattress next to her. She rolls onto her side and nestles up against me, her arms enveloping around my back. I nuzzle her hair, leaving a soft kiss in the auburn strands before reaching for the bed covers and wrapping them around her shoulders. She sighs again and pushes up in my arms to rest her head on the pillow and look into my eyes. * * * * * * "Hey," I whisper, tiredly. God that was amazing. He just smiles down at me and kisses my forehead. "Sore?" he asks, gently. I reach down and touch and it's not really that bad. "A little. Not as much as I thought I would be." I smile. "I'm sure it'll get easier." He brushes a wisp of hair back from my face and I close my eyes briefly, at the contact. "Who would have thought..." "...we'd fit together so well?" I finish for him. He nods. "Yeah. It was pretty amazing." I lean up on my elbow and gaze down at him, laying my hand on his chest. He gazes right back up at me and the spark in his eyes has a doubtful quality. Oh no, Mulder. Please don't have any regrets. "So...I mean...is this going to be a regular occurance...or..." I smile. What this man has been through, it's a wonder that he hasn't got up and left already. But I know he wouldn't do that. "You know me, Mulder. I never give up." His hand slips under the covers and he runs his fingertips over my skin. "There is no way I'll ever have any more regrets with you." He smiles then and lays his hand over mine on his chest, weaving his fingers around mine. "I love you, Scully." His fingertips travel up to my breast and the thumb rubs lightly over my nipple, sending a pleasant shudder through me. "Perfect," he whispers, closing his eyes as I lay back into the pillows I brought and continues his ministrations over and around my sweaty flesh. * * * * * * She is so damn perfect, my Scully. I love it how she smiles when I touch her. She closes her beautiful eyes and tilts her head back a little, into the pillows. Oooh, I could just lie here and touch her all night. In fact, I think I will. "Scully?" She smiles and opens her eyes. "Mmmm?" "I want to touch you." My voice is so quiet that I wonder if she's heard me. "You are touching me," she replies, a note of surprise in her voice. "No, I mean..." I don't know how to put it. "I wanna make you come again. I wanna see you this time." She understands completely and turns to me. "You're gonna have to wait a little while. I have to recover from that last explosion you gave me." I grin. Yeah. "Good, was it?" I'm looking for praise and I hate myself for it. Scully just smiles at me. "It was totally amazing, Mulder. I've never felt so good in my life." "Thank you. It was pretty good for me, too." She grins. "Worn you out, have I?" I chuckle. "Not completely." * * * * * * God he's cute. And he just wants me to feel good. Maybe later, I'll repay back the favor... I lay back into the pillows and smile at him. He looks like he's just about to open his biggest Christmas present, so happy and excited. I start to tingle, just with the knowledge that I made him so happy. He needs to be happy. Most of his life has been miserable. I snuggle back into the pillows and close my eyes. He's so good with my body, touches and teases all the right places. The sides of my breasts, the tops of my thighs. I start to find myself heating up again. "Tell me what you like," he breathes as he swirls his fingertip around my navel. I smile and arch up a little into his hand. There's another place no-one's touched in years. "I like that," I whisper, and he lets me guide his hand back to trail my breasts and their hard nubs. I press his thumb over and over my nipple, the sparks shooting straight down between my legs. He follows the movements of my hand over his and kisses my forehead, tenderly. I sigh and close my eyes, relaxing into his caresses until the waves of pleasure are coming think and fast and I'm moaning every time his hand squeezes my breast and his thumb brushes over me. God this feels so good. "God, you're so beautiful, Scully." He's breathing fast against my neck and I turn my head to plant a kiss on his nose. He moves me around to face away from him and I lean against him, feeling his body against my back and his hardness pressing into the back of my thigh. His hand trails slowly around my waist. I feel the feather-light touches continue down my belly and through the auburn hair lower. Yes. This is what I want. I want him to touch me there. Right there. "Mmmm...Mulder." "Is this okay, Scully?" I nod against his hair and sigh, pushing up my leg, the one against the bed, to give him better access. And I feel two fingers slip between my moist lips, probing and inspecting me and I shudder in his arms. I lay my hand over his and press him against me. Oh God that's so good. Then one long finger enters me and my hips jerk at the beautiful feelings coursing through my body. Oh my God. I feel his finger push as far as it will go, then pull out again and it's all I can do not to scream. "Mulder...I need to..." He slows the movements of his hand a little, but does not stop. "What? What do you need?" he asks, gently. I moan quietly and reach down to slip him out of me, rolling onto my back. I open my eyes. "I need to sit up." My head spins as he moves behind me and pulls me back against his front, between his legs. He reaches for my hand and weaves his fingers between mine. I lean my head against his shoulder as his fingers return to my sex and start up exquisite attention around my entrance, occasionally filling me, smoothing the moisture forward. I sigh and hold his other hand against my lower tummy, tightening my grip as his rubbings and caresses get more urgent. I moan his name and start to rock my hips against his hand. "How does that feel, Scully?" he asks me, his lips nibbling softly at my ear. The pressure starts to build inside me, higher and higher, every movement of his fingers against my aperture releasing a small part of my rationality. This is getting too fucking good. "It feels...I feel like I'm flying," I gasp. His fingers stray from my opening and move forward, closer to my clitoris. That's where I want him to touch me. "Mulder...please." I don't believe I'm begging. I don't beg. It's not something I've ever done. And then he touches a finger to my clitoris and starts to circle, gradually magnifying the pace and pressure until he's furiously rubbing against me. "Yesss...Oh my God." * * * * * * "That's it, Scully. Let it all out." She moans loudly and kneels forward, spreading her thighs wide. I kneel behind her and pull her back against me, pushing my knees between hers so she's practically sitting on my lap. "Come on, Scully. Come for me." She wraps her arms up around my neck and tilts her head back into my shoulder, her silky hair falling around her face. I move my hand to her breast and begin to squeeze. She gasps and arches against me. Not long now. She's so close. I can see it in her face. "Mulder!" Her muscles start to tense. "That's it. Come on, Scully." I rub harder and she arches her back again, her mouth opens into a beautiful smile. "Yes...Oh God yeah..." She's so fucking sexy. I love her so much. She swallows and licks her dry lips. "Mulder...Talk...dirty...to me. Please." My new erection is instant. OhmyGodScullyjustaskedmetotalkdirtytoher. This is better that a dream. I lean down and kiss her face. Her nose, her eyes, her lips. Then I move my lips to her ear and begin to whisper to her. "You're so fucking sexy baby. I wanna lie with you and touch you all night because you feel so hot and wet and I want to lick you and taste you and make you feel so good." She cries out and speeds up the rhythm her hips have taken up between my hand and my erection. "Mulder...Ohmygod...I'm gonna..." I carry on. "I love you so much Dana and I want to fuck you again and again. Come for me, Scully. There's a good girl..." * * * * * * "Oh My God!" And I feel the ripples of orgasm baring down on me and all I can think is Mulder's doing this to me and Goditfeelssofuckinggood... And then it's happening and I'm crying out his name and pushing out my pelvic floor like I taught myself to do to heighten the pleasure, although I think just being here in Mulder's arms with his fingers rubbing at my clitoris as I come will be enough to shatter me into a million pieces anyway... My whole body goes rigid and the pleasure is so intense... * * * * * * Her lower back is rubbing against my erection. I'm gonna come. I've been trying to keep the moans at the back of my throat, I'm supposed to be making her come aren't I? But now I just can't help myself. I close my eyes and lie back into the pillows as her orgasm takes her over. This is it. Her fingers tighten against my neck when she climaxes and I groan out loud, pressing her back against me as she pounds back against me and I break into a million pieces crying out her name for all I'm worth... God she's so beautiful when she comes... It's a long time before I'm able to open my eyes. When I do, she's slipped off my sweaty body and is lying on her side, her arm cradling her head, just looking at me, a soft smile on her face. * * * * * * "Mulder..." I breathe, softly. God. That was amazing. I close my eyes briefly then open them, gazing at him through lowered lashes. He just lies there, breathing heavily. "Scully...I..." I smile. "It's okay. I know. I wiped it off my back." He grins. "'Was pretty amazing, wasn't it?" I nod. "I'm glad it was good for you, too." Curling up at his side, I reach for the covers and pull them over the both of us, enveloping us in warmth. He stretches an arm out to the bedside lamp and switches it off, enveloping us in darkness. I feel totally at peace. "Mulder?" I murmur, snuggling into his arms. "Mmm?" "I love you." He breathes a smile against my face. "I love you too. Scully?" "Yeah?" He brings his hands up to gently cup the back of my head and kisses me, deeply. "Thank you." I'm asleep before I even have a chance to wonder what the hell he's thanking me for. x x x x x x Part 3/3 Sunday 1st December Scully, Morning Gorgeous. Got your Xmas present yesterday. You're gonna love it. Wish I could spend every weekend with you, but I guess you have other things to do. See your mom. Go shopping. I see you every week day anyway. And the evenings we spent together are so precious... I love you. Have to go. Have to wake you up from that amazing sex we just had! La fini!