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Hot Wax
Gina Rain/ginarain@aol.com

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Part 7

Regency Hotel
7:31 PM

She slid the keycard in the door and opened it. The 
suite was dark. Good. She beat Mulder to the hotel. 
Maybe he hadn't even been listening to the surveillance. 
She closed the door behind her and leaned her head 
against it briefly. She wasn't concentrating enough. She 
let Ryan get to her. She sighed heavily and reached her 
hand out to flick the light switch on. A warm hand 
covered hers.

"Don't."

She jumped a bit at the touch of his hand but 
immediately calmed at the sound of his voice.

"Mulder. Shit. You scared me. What' s wrong? Why don't 
you want the light on?"

She felt him move directly behind her and put one hand 
on either side of her, effectively trapping her with her 
face to the door. 

"It's difficult enough in the dark, without you looking 
at me."

"What is?" She was beginning to get nervous. What the 
hell was he up to?

"I'm making an attempt to fish."

"What?" Her voice rose a half-octave.

His breath was warm against her hair. He wasn't touching 
her but the heat he generated mixing with the nerves and 
the heavy winter coat she was wearing was not making 
this a comfortable moment.

"No one said this trip had to be a journey of true 
confessions, Mulder."

"Ah, but circumstances. . ." the teasing tone went out 
of his voice replaced by one that was a mixture of hurt 
and bafflement.

"How could you believe that, Scully?" Scully tensed up. 
He had heard the surveillance.
"How could you possibly believe that I want you because 
you're . . .there? Or because it's 'easy'--which it 
isn't, in case you haven't noticed. "

"Mulder. . .please. Back up a bit and let me get out of 
this coat and we'll talk, okay? I have no idea why I 
said what I said but it doesn't have to mean anything."

"It means everything. Let me just finish and I'll let 
you go, all right?" He took a deep, cleansing type of 
breath. "There were a thousand reasons not to get 
involved. At the beginning, it was because it wasn't 
smart to get involved with a co-worker. That turned into 
it's not smart getting involved with a friend. And then. 
. .with my search for Samantha and everything that went 
with it. . .there was danger and a thousand more 
reasons. And they all were valid. But the main reason 
was that as long as other things mattered to the point 
where they had to be seen through to completion. . .as 
long as there was some sense of unfinished business. . 
.I felt I would be cheating you by not giving you 
everything you deserved. But, you know what? I still 
cheated you. And I cheated myself. It's not like I 
encouraged you to seek any of this outside of our 
relationship. In fact, I damned well discouraged you.  
So we both ended up with nothing. But, at the very, very 
least Scully. . .I thought you understood all of  this 
and somehow agreed. That when it was over, we'd be 
together.  I've been waiting for some idiotic sign that 
you were completely ready to start a new phase of our 
relationship while you've been wondering if I really am 
in love with you or I've just sort of come to want you 
by default."

He took a breath. For someone who could be so closed 
off, he sure could spell things out when he wanted to, 
she thought.  She felt his fingers come around to the 
front of her coat.

"This thing unbuttoned?" he asked. She nodded her head 
and he found the edges of the two sides of her coat, and 
dug a bit further and found the two edges of her opened 
blazer. In a moment, he had pulled them both back and 
tossed them to the couch in the sitting room. Scully did 
not move from the door. He put his hands back and bent 
forward a bit to be on the same level as her ear. 

"I am. . .and have been. . .completely in love with you 
for a very long time."

She leaned against the door again to cool her face and 
give herself a moment. She believed him. God help her, 
she believed him.

She opened her eyes and looked at Mulder's arms trapping 
her. They were bare. He had been generating a remarkable 
amount of body heat. 

"Mulder. Are you wearing anything?" She asked, curiosity 
getting the better of her.

"I left my boxers on. I figured, you being a scientist 
and all, if you doubted my words or the level of passion 
I feel for you. . .you only need  turn around and there 
would be your tangible proof."

She couldn't help it. She started to laugh. Love-talk, 
Mulder style.  

"Turn around, Scully," he whispered softly.

He moved away a bit and she turned. She couldn't look 
down. Not just yet. She touched his chest and ran her 
fingers down between his breastbone. She moved forward 
and kissed him there. Lightly. Her hands reached out and 
gripped each of his upper arms as she leaned in and 
equally lightly touched her tongue to the flesh she had 
just kissed. 

She had just always wanted to do that. 

Salty. Mulder tasted salty. He ran his hands down her 
lower back and gently pushed back the waist band of her 
dress pants, running his fingers across the skin 
underneath.

"Mulder?" she said softly. "I want to collect my rain 
check from the other day."

"I've already started processing that request." He found 
enough give in the elastic back to slip his hand inside 
the back of her pants and run his hand underneath the 
silkiness of her underwear, across her buttocks. A 
rather large jolt of feeling shot across her and took 
her breath away.

"Stop. I mean, not here."

"The love boat?" he murmured against her hair.

"What?"

"The huge bed in there. . ."

"Yes, the bed."

He grabbed her hand in an almost painful grip and walked 
with her into the bedroom. She changed her mind and  
pulled him over to the chair near the window. She could 
finally see him better. New York was a very bright city, 
even at night.

"Sit."

"Why?" He looked crushed. Like a child about to go to a 
baseball game being told he has to go to his great-aunt 
Ida's house instead.

"Sit."

He sat on the chair and watched as she quickly removed 
her blouse and pants and sat down on his lap.

"Better?"

"Um. Yeah. I'm still not sure why we're not on the bed 
but whatever you want. . ."

"We're not on the bed because I want to see you.  I 
don't want to turn on the light. Not right now. I can 
see you here." She ran her hand up and down his chest.  
He pulled her closer and used the proximity to quickly 
unhook her brassiere. He pushed the straps down off her 
shoulders and threw the garment somewhere on the floor. 

"I can see you, too." He smiled. She grabbed on to his 
shoulders and lifted herself up a bit. He took her cue 
and kissed her between her breasts as he had wanted to 
do the other evening. He pulled back. She wasn't asleep 
yet. Always a good sign. Another good sign was when she 
pulled his head forward and to the right, so he could 
grasp onto and suckle one breast. He didn't need much 
direction. He pulled and nipped as she moaned her 
encouragement.  She felt his breath grow shallow and 
heated as he pulled away from her and went over to her 
other nipple. She was torn between pushing his head even 
closer to her and wanting to throw her own head back in 
pure delight. She chose neither. After a few moments of 
exquisite torture, she slipped off his lap and watched 
as her breast sloppily slid out of his mouth as he tried 
to follow it. She smiled a brief apology and shimmied 
out of her panties and motioned for him to do the same 
with his boxers. He stood there watching her for a 
moment. His Scully. . .naked in the glow of the 
moonlight coming through the window.

"Mulder. . .please."

He pulled them down carefully over his painful erection 
and off his hips.

"Bed?" he asked again.

Her eyes twinkled a bit as she reached out and lightly 
ran her fingers over his penis. He gasped a bit at the 
touch.

"No. Right here. In the chair."

"The chair?"

"Yes. Is there a problem?" 

"No problems." He sat back down and she straddled his 
lap, sitting just far away enough so that his erection 
wasn't touching her at all. He had a small frown on his 
face but was obviously very intrigued. She reached out 
and touched him again, warmly wrapping her fingers 
around him and sliding her hand up and down his length. 
She closed her eyes for a moment. This was real. He was 
going to be in her soon. All of him. She felt her own 
moisture as it seeped onto his lap. She scooted forward 
so his erection pressed against her belly.

"I think. . .I need to kiss you now," she said.

He was desperate to say something to break the tension 
but knew it wouldn't be the right thing to do. Instead, 
he just nodded his head as she touched her lips to his. 
It was a whisper soft touch and was over in a moment. 
She pulled back and before he could process the first 
kiss, she crushed her mouth to his for the second. There 
was nothing soft or gentle about it and both of them 
opened their mouths wider as their tongues began 
touching and tasting as much as possible before their 
imminent joining. She reached behind him and started 
running her nails across his back as he grabbed her ass 
and squeezed in a rhythmic motion. Finally, Scully 
pulled herself up and gripped his erection again. She 
positioned herself and slowly let him in. She stopped 
mid-way and took a breath before continuing her descent. 
Once he was completely inside her, she grabbed onto his 
shoulders and moved her mouth to his ear.

"God, oh, God. Don't move, Mulder. Not for a second. 
Just wait."

He worried he was  hurting her but she just found 
herself overwhelmed by sensation. She didn't want to 
give in just yet. She wanted to build things up more. 
Hopefully, to the point where gaining control  wouldn't 
even be an option. She breathed heavily into his 
shoulder, running her tongue on whatever flesh she 
encountered as she slowly moved her head. When she felt 
somewhat in control, she rocked forward a bit. Mulder 
rocked back. He was so deep and she felt so tight. It 
was almost painfully wonderful. Soon, she was 
comfortable enough to move herself up and back down 
again in a fairly even motion. He continued to push up 
into her--his thrusting equaling the strength of her 
motions, careful not to be too gentle, or too rough. 
Scully knew he was letting her set the pace and she 
hooked her toes on the bottom rung of the chair and 
started slamming down harder. He responded in kind and 
it seemed he was going deeper with each upward motion 
until suddenly, any control she thought she had 
disappeared. A warm tingling spread throughout her 
entire body as she violently  spasmed around him. The 
contractions gripped him as he continued pumping and her 
constant low moaning  soon sent him over the edge. He 
came, calling her name and  the name of a deity he 
denied belief in.

His arms went loose around her body as she clung  to him 
tightly, with her head buried in his neck. She rocked 
forward a bit more as he slowly softened within her. 
Another low moan escaped her throat.

"Scully?" he panted.

"Mmmmm. . ."

"I think I might just love sex in chairs."

She smiled against his skin. 

"I think I might just love sex with you." He added.

"Why Mulder," she sleepily said. "how very p.c. of you."

He laughed and ran his hands through her hair. It took 
slightly longer to slip through his fingers.

"Hey. I forgot about this. Your hair. . .it's pretty 
this way." 

She didn't say anything. He leaned down and crooked his 
head to see if she was awake. She was.

"You want to go to sleep now, Scully?"

He felt her contract her muscles against him. 

"We can go to bed, Mulder. But, I'm not sleeping for 
quite some time. If I'm tired, I will drive red hot 
nails in my side to make sure I'm up."

"A violent streak, too?"

"No. I just. . .it is true confession time, isn't it 
Mulder?"

"Yes. It seems to be."

"I just want to touch and taste every square inch of 
you. If that meets with your approval, that is."

"Scully?" His eyes were wide and dark.

"I think. . .I really need to kiss you now."

She lifted her head off  his shoulder and smiled. She 
captured his face between her hands and looked deeply 
into his eyes. There were so many things she wished she 
could feel comfortable saying. So many feelings she 
wished mere words would convey. She also knew they were 
not necessary.

"You mean. . .everything. . .to me," her voice had a 
slight crack to it. That was the truth. As honest and as 
plain as could be. 

He lifted his hand to her hair and pushed it slowly back 
from her face. He moved one finger and lightly traced 
her lips. She finally, slowly leaned forward to grant 
his request. 

End of Part 7