This story contains sexual content. It's nothing you would not see in a rated R movie, but i am rating it very very mild NC-17
This was written with a good friend and wonderful writer BBaker.
All characters here belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions, and Twentieth Century Fox. We mean no infringement, and are using this for personal entertainment. No money will be made off of this story. Enjoy.
The alarm clock rang, and Scully reached over to hit the off button. She felt so comfortable and safe. She snuggled back down and realized how good the natural scent of a man was. He stirred and groaned a little. She froze. She didn't know what his reaction would be. Words never escaped his lips. He placed her closer to him and continued to sleep. She was so soft and her skin smelt sweet and wanton. He was euphoric. "Mulder we need to get up for work" Scully whispered into Mulder's bare chest, then she snuggled up to him.
"One more second...I just want this one second more, please" he said. He stroked her lavishing red hair and breathed her in deep. Could he love more than he did now? Was this what the poets wrote of so long ago? He lay under her light body and sweetly whispered, "I love you, Dana." "I know you do." She whispered "Want to know a secret. I love you too. Do you want to take a shower first? "Well, why don't we conserve water and take on together?" "Hmmm I wonder how Skinner would feel if we were both late for work? "I don't want to get up you feel to good." Scully moaned.
She sat up and brushed his face looking into his hazel eyes. He smiled lazily and kissed her. He reached up with a ferocity unbefitting the moment and pulled her to him. She giggled, and he planted a huge and passionate kiss upon her lips. His hand slipped to her naked side and the other behind her neck. He took her to him, and kissed her more. She responded with equal force stroking his chest and cupping his face. She took his hand from behind her neck and sucked his fingers. His eyes fluttered shut. She whispered hoarsely "what do you want to do? "I want to tell you ancient secrets and make you believe them. I want to make you feel the way you make me feel." On that note she kissed him deeply. "How do i make you feel?"
He smiled and rubbed her rosy cheek with the back of his hand. She sighed. "You know why bees fly?" She shook her head. "They shouldn't, you know. They are aerodynamically unsound. No reason in science why they should take to the air. But they do and quite successfully and you know why? I think they are so happy to be up in the air flying that they don't even know there tiny lil feet are even soaring. And that is how you make me feel." Scully reeled from the words as if they were magic. "Mulder i am certainly glad you are using those lines for good and not for evil. You could make a woman hopelessly in love with you. I already am."
Red hair, so delicate hung loosely down around her face. Her eyes shone in the early-morning light; shimmering like two incredible stars. He didn't know what to feel, what to sense, what to say. Her glow was ravishing, her smell was so inviting. The smile dropped from his face as he looked into her amazing eyes and said, straight forward and without a hitch, "We better go, We'll be late for work." She smiled and got up from the bed that revealed her bare figure. She looked back at him with a devilish smile. She knew he was watching her, and she knew it surprised him she didn't cover up. "Well don't look so shocked Mulder, after all we have seen everything of each other's now."
He watched her move to the bathroom, her hips swaying to and fro. It was more than a simple gesture of her graceful move that enticed him to move to her, it was something more in the cosmic vein. He came up behind her and held her giggling frame close to his naked body. He kissed her cheek and nibbled her ear.
She let out a little groan and rocked back toward his body. "Mmm you know how much I like that" She turned to face him and looked straight into his eyes. "I'm so happy. I love you more than you could ever know." She thought this didn't exist, this kind of happiness. This man made her more than she ever could be alone, and more than she ever thought possible. He was a part of her, but more than that he was her supporter, and he was there for her to support. It didn't matter how long it lasted, it was here now and that was more than enough. She started to cry. Her scrunched up little face trying to stifle the tears. He brushed away the tears and looked longingly into her eyes, "Why you crying?"
But he knew. He always knew what she felt, and he pulled her so close he could feel her sweet breath blow from her nostrils onto his shoulder. Damn, how he loved her touch against him. "I have waited so long Mulder, I thought this would never be for me. And now I....I'm afraid you're going to be taken away from me."
She started to sob into his shoulder. Her tiny frame was shaking so much, and Mulder held her closer and placed a kiss on her soft hair. "Listen to me, Dana, you know that place where night and day are equal, where each have their own time; the true midnight. Twilight. It is there that I will always love you. As long as there is night and day, as long as the stars and the planets, there will be us." She started to laugh. "I never thought you the poet. Oh Mulder what are we going to do? We are making ourselves more vulnerable now. But I can't go back."
They entered the shower without a word. The hot pulsating water cleansing their warm bodies. They kissed and kissed again. Their tongues dancing in their mouths. Her sweet red hair matted down her face. He drank the water off her chin.
He lathered up a sea sponge with a fragrant bath gel and started rubbing it lightly over Scully's back. The floral scents rising with the steam to make a misty rain forest of the bathroom. She threw her head back in the pelting rain, and Mulder could imagine the same move under a waterfall on a deserted isle just the two of them and no other world.
He placed his hand on her wet neck and slowly drew it down her chest. He leaned forward and placed his lips upon her wet, glistening skin. She sighed and he continued down. He sipped the bath water from her flesh. His tongue lashed out and teased her skin; it was warm to the touch. His right hand trailed down her side and to her hip. He gripped her firmly and seductively kissed her neck. She bent her head back inhaling quickly and smiling in pleasure. "Mmmm we're really going to be late, maybe this wasn't such a good id..."
Mulder moved up to her lips and silenced them with a kiss. He moved down her slick skin just bypassing the place she thought he was going and proceeded down her well-shaped calves. He placed his lips behind he knee. He loved that spot; loved the way it curved into her thigh, loved the bends and the shape. She shuddered as he licked them hard up and down. His hand rose to her spot and he began to caress softly, brushing her lightly. He looked up at her angelic face and smiled deviously. Her body reeled from the contact and she couldn't stop the animalistic sounds escaping her lips. He increased the pressure continuing the rhythm. Mulder looked up at her and continued his ministrations taking cues from the sounds. "Oh God Mulder, there right there, ohhhh." Her body shivered and quaked.
He rose, prone and not from the shower; sweat and water mingled over his muscular form as he pushed her against the back of the shower and kissed her hard. Her arms were instantly around his shoulders. He reached down and raised her right leg and pressed his body against hers. The shower's spray was warm and droning.
His whole form was in her and he thrusted into her, their faces where mere inches from one another, but they didn't kiss, just stared into each other's eyes and smiled. There were no words spoken. There was no need. They understood each other by mere connection, and when they came it was like one being not two. Scully went to dress as Mulder started gathering up his clothes. "Mulder do you think we should ride to work together? Maybe it would be a little conspicuous."
"Does it matter anymore?" He smiled. She smiled seductively "Come here. You're making me crazy in that suit." He approached with a seductive grin. "I think we still have four minutes don't we?"
Scully's apartment
8:00 PM
It had been a long day for Scully. After explaining to Skinner why they were late with an out and out lie, that she had fabricated even in the light of Mulder's the cat that ate the canary smile. Then there were mountains and hills of paperwork they both had to hike through. She dropped her keys on a nearby table as Mulder followed in behind her. She headed straight for the bathroom pulling off clothes as she went leaving a little trail of black and cream. Mulder was right on her heels watching her every move. She headed in the bedroom. Feeling his presence beside her she turned and stated "Hold it. What do you think you are doing?"
"Don't be so uppity, Scully, I was just admiring your lovely---, " "Umm Hmmm" She glanced at him. He looked among the sheaves of papers and files lashed about the room. The obvious crowded scene of an intellectual mind. "Mulder i am going to take a long relaxing bath alone. I always do this when i get home to unwind."
"Sure Scully, I'll juts hang around out here and," he smiled, "snoop." "On second thought maybe having a bathing partner to wash my back might be nice. So which bubble bath Mulder, juniper or lavender?" Scully knew Mulder's snooping meant rifling, and she couldn't face him tearing up her apartment.
"Scully? Are you feeling well?" He reached up and touched her cheek with the back of his hand. It was slightly warm. "Are you coming down with something" "Nothing a good bath won't fix. She hesitated. "You know the smell of lavender is supposed to increase sexual drive." "Supposedly mimics the same organic chemical as sex produces in women like chocolate."
"Then lavender it is" With that he took the bubble bath and dumped about four capfuls in. "Mulder!!! That's way too much you're going to have bubbles everywhere!!!!" As she said it the bubbles were already growing like a monster out of control from a 50's horror flick. The suds that ate Washington she mused in her mind. She, however, was taken to quite a different place when Mulder began to loosen his belt buckle. Her eyes could not leave his hands as she stood there transfixed.
He saw her watching her and took his time unbuttoning his trousers. She was smiling so brightly as he pulled off his pants and his boxers and rest of his attire.
She decided to play with his mind just a bit. Maybe this wouldn't be so relaxing after all. She saw him watching her, so she started undoing each button of her white silk shirt slowly, revealing more and more cleavage. She slipped off the shirt and it floated to the floor. She never left eye contact with Mulder. She reached to the back of her skirt and undid the zipper. It slipped down to her feet. He gasped when he saw the stockings. She bent down and rolled them off one at a time giving him an excellent view of cleavage. The bra came off with a deft snap and a small wiggle. She stepped out of her panties and whisked her hair back with a nearby barrette.
He was now nude and he entered the bath and reclined into he hot, foamy water. The bath water was hot and steam flowed above him. He awaited her.
Suddenly there was a loud whir. They both winced. "What is that Scully?" Mulder was already up and in a towel. "I think we must've left a candle burning or something. It must be my fire alarm" Suddenly Scully was no longer in the room with Mulder and safe but on a cold metal table with a beam of light shining in her eyes. The sound was getting louder and louder. She could make out figures in front of her. The men slowly melted into a dresser and a chair as she waded through the last inches of sleep.
All a dream as usual. She clicked off the alarm clock, and squinted at the light the curtains were letting stream in. She couldn't remember her dream from last night, but she knew that she felt now awake that she lost something that she desperately desired, and felt sadness as she rose and her day began.
I am sorry to inform all that this story has such an unhappy ending. I have lost my writing partner as he has found all that he desired in life in this past month. I miss our collaboration but am truly happy for him and wish him all the luck. I know that true friends are never parted only separated, and that bond never ends no matter how far or old you become. It is a most precious gift.
As for me I am afraid that love is still an elusive dream for me as for Scully. Maybe one day we shall both wake up not to sadness but to the warmth of another.