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Changes 8
By Tracy (TracyCee@aol.com) (8/?)
Scully tore herself from Mulder's passionate kiss and took his hand.
Her body hummed with arousal. Her eyes clinging to his, she began leading
him out of the kitchen and into his living room.
"Where are you going?" Mulder asked lightly. "Having second
thoughts?" He paused in the living room, near the front door, as if
expecting her to make use of it.
He still couldn't believe it, she could see that. She was about to make
her intentions perfectly clear.
Dropping his hand, she strode over to the closed door on the far side of
his couch. "Your bedroom, of course. Isn't it--" She swung open
the door and stared, her surprise immediately followed by the realization
that this was a true reflection of Mulder's spartan and focused life. *His
lonely life.*
Inside the room there was no bed to be seen. The only furniture was a
rickety shelf and small table. Unpacked boxes lined the walls. A few
closest to the door lay open, overflowing with magazines and newspapers.
The variety of periodicals was astounding--everything from Psychology
Today to arcane technical publications to comic books and UFO organization
newsletters. Plus a few magazines featuring overly endowed women on the
covers.
"Scully, I don't have a bed," Mulder said from behind her, his
tone somewhat sheepish, as if she was engaging in a good-housekeeping
tour. She'd noticed he'd cleaned his apartment--for her?
She turned to face him. "I can see that."
"I wasn't...I hadn't--" Clearly he was uncomfortable about it.
She wondered if he'd had any idea their evening would end like this. No
doubt he hadn't imagined she'd resolve the issue for them--had been afraid
to hope. Just as she had been afraid to risk it, for years now. She
squeezed his hand and pressed against him once more. "I don't care,
Mulder."She slung her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to
his.
She swirled her tongue inside his mouth, drinking of his heady, dark
flavor. She nibbled on his full lower lip as she'd longed to do for years,
eliciting a throaty groan from him. In response, he tightened his hands on
her hips and pulled her hard against him.
"Couch," he mumbled around the kiss, simultaneously steering her
backward toward the furniture in question. "I sleep on the
couch."
"I'm small, we'll fit," Scully murmured in reply.
He cupped her bottom, half-lifting her as he walked. "Do you prefer
being on top, or bottom?" he asked, a wicked smile curving his lips.
Before she could respond with an equally wicked rejoinder, a loud pealing
cut through the air, setting her nerves on edge. She jumped, her hand
automatically going for her hip and a gun she wasn't wearing.
"Shhh," Mulder soothed her, his hands caressing her back and
shoulders. "Just the phone. Ignore it."
"Mmm," Scully replied, deciding to do as he suggested. She
nibbled on his earlobe, content to continue seducing him. In response, his
palms slid upwards to graze her aching nipples. And letting him seduce
her, she silently added.
Until the answering machine clicked on and the caller spoke. "Fox?
Fox, are you there? I need to talk to you, honey, right away. It's about
Aunt Cynthia."
"Shit." Mulder sighed and set her at arm's length. He crossed to
the desk and yanked the phone from the cradle. "Mom. I'm here. What
is it?... No, I'm not." Sighing wearily, he dragged a hand through
his hair. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be short with you..." He
pulled out the desk chair and sank into it.
Scully stood near the couch, tapping her toe, wondering when the world
would ever let them alone long enough to simply *be.*
"Yeah, of course I remember. Her hernia, right?..... Okay. I can send
flowers. Yeah... Okay. Okay..." He glanced over his shoulder at her
and rolled his eyes. Scully smiled and bit her lip. "She's not at
death's door, so can I call you tomorrow about this? I'm kind of busy
right now."
Scully grew tired of waiting. She could tell that despite Mulder's efforts
to disengage and end the call, his mother was hanging on for all she was
worth. Scully wandered over to stand behind him and rested her hands on
his shoulders.
"No, I'm not trying to be thoughtless. I have urgent business--"
An sudden, strong impulse filled Scully, and she found she couldn't
resist. She slid her palms down Mulder's sculpted chest, savoring the way
his muscles started and then relaxed under her touch.
"I know family's important, mom," he was saying.
Scully winced at the irony in his statement. How dare his mother tell him
that? Sympathy filling her, she rubbed her cheek against his head
caressingly.
"I'm...um...working. On a case...."
As the conversation dragged on, Scully decided touching Mulder's chest
through his T-shirt wasn't enough. She longed to feel his bare skin under
her hands. She had imagined it for five long years, and she wasn't going
to be deterred any longer, not with Mulder trapped here by a phone call.
Slowly she slid her hands lower, across his tight abdomen, and freed the
hem of his shirt from his jeans. Running her palms up his bare skin, she
slid his shirt up, hanging over his shoulder so she could see the skin
she'd bared.
With her fingertips, she traced the soft, dark nipples nestled in his
sparse chest hair, watching the way they puckered at her touch. How had
she managed to keep her hands off of him for so damned long? She had the
burning desire to touch every inch of him, to feel his body's heat against
hers, to get to know him so intimately he'd be forever imprinted on her
psyche....
"No, I'm not lying," Mulder was saying. "Of course I want
to talk to you, mom. Just not--" Scully slid her tongue into his
ear-- "now," he said on a pant. He turned his head and shot her
a narrow-eyed, threatening gaze, but Scully saw the sparkle in his eyes.
He was definitely enjoying what she was doing. The swelling in his jeans
was evidence of that.
Growing even more bold, she reached down and briefly caressed his thigh,
then ran a finger up his jeans, over his impressive erection. He groaned
and sucked in a breath. "No, not sick. Really. I'm
feeling--fine." The word came out strangled, probably because she was
caressing his erection. "I really have to go. Assignment. Work.
Something. Okay, bye, Mom. Bye--No, of course not." Receiver still at
his ear, he rubbed his temple, arousal and frustration blending on his
expressive face.
Scully popped the button on his jeans, and the zipper slid halfway down of
its own accord, he was so huge. *Black silk boxers. Mulder is wearing
black silk boxers and I'm staring at his erection.* The unreality of the
situation washed through her. This was real. They were going to make love,
and nothing would ever be the same again.
Distracted, she didn't realize Mulder had hung up. In one swift motion, he
pulled her onto his lap. "Not fair, Agent Scully," he said, his
hands sliding under her sweater to tease and caress her bare waist.
"You don't play fair."
"Damn right I don't, Agent Mulder." Scully wiggled her bottom,
pressing herself hard into him. He groaned. " Bout time you figured
that out."
"That's it." With a swipe of his arm, he cleared the surface of
his desk and lifted her to sit on it. Kicking the chair away, he rose and
slipped between her legs.
"Mulder, what are you--"
"Payback." He yanked up her sweater, revealing her breasts
encased in a silk bra. He stared, and for a terrifying moment, Scully
thought he didn't like what he saw. "Oh, God, Scully, you're wearing
peach."
His stunned tone didn't alleviate her fear. "You don't like
peach?"
His dark eyes connected to hers, and now Scully recognized the fire behind
his words. "You wore peach on that first case in Oregon, when you
came into my room and dropped your robe. A soft, silky peach bra and
panties. And three mosquito bites."
Scully stared at him, a fresh thrill spinning through her. "You
remember what I was wearing?"
"Remember! It cost me a lifetime of sleepless nights."
All these years? He had been attracted to her all these years? "But
you--you didn't say anything. I figured... I'm not like the women you
usually date."
"Thank God." Lowering his head, he traced the contours of her
bra with his tongue. She began to lose herself in the sensation of his
seductive touch. She tightened her legs around his waist to draw him even
closer.
Suddenly he broke contact and pulled back. "Wait a minute. You
figured? What do you mean? Are you saying the efficient, professional
Doctor Scully *wanted* me to notice her lingerie?"
Scully opened and closed her mouth, seeking a reply, the best way to
explain. "Well, I had heard about your...um...reputation. I don't
mean with the X-Files, but with women." She'd heard that his
mysterious Spooky reputation and dark good looks were an irresistible draw
for female co-workers, had since met the proof in Phoebe and Diana. Yet
since she became his partner, there had been no such liaisons. Had his
reputation been exaggerated? Had he changed? Or was it her?
"And?" Mulder prodded.
"Geez, Mulder, this is ancient history. I haven't thought about this
for years." Liar, her inner voice chanted. She'd often wondered why
he hadn't once tried to seduce her.
Not that she would have let him seduce her, of course. But her feminine
pride at least wanted him to acknowledge her as an attractive woman. Such
an acknowledgment hadn't been forthcoming in those early months together.
When her friend had asked about him as potential date material, she'd
burst out that he was a jerk--then amended it to obsessed.
"And?" Mulder prodded again, pulling her from her memories.
"And when you didn't even *notice,* I figured you weren't interested.
Period. Not in...this." She gestured between them.
Mulder dropped his forehead on her shoulder, a deep chuckle issuing from
his chest. Puzzled, Scully stroked his hair, waiting for him to share the
joke.
Finally, he lifted his head and smiled at her. "Okay. That makes two
of us."
"What do you mean?"
"Remember that first year, the case in Boston?"
She nodded. How could she forget that British bitch, and how Mulder had
confided in her about the way she'd stomped on his heart? "You came
to my room, and I hadn't dressed yet. I was standing there in my
underwear, and you didn't blink an eye. I decided then you weren't at all
attracted to me, Scully."
"Oh, God. That's not true. But I wasn't about to show it, with you
hot after that *woman*." And treating her like a locker-room buddy,
she had thought at the time. What fools they had been.
Mulder gently laid his forehead on hers and tenderly stroked her hair.
"I suppose it's for the best, that we fooled each other so
completely. We've been great as partners. The best. And now..."
"Now...Things will be different," she finished for him.
"Absolutely."
"Completely."
A long pause ensued, while Mulder searched her gaze. "Scully, are you
sure we should--"
In answer, she tightened her fingers on the back of his head and brought
his face even closer, her eyes locked on his. "Mulder, I never
thought I'd say this, but you're being far too analytical. Now shut up and
kiss me."
He grinned. An instant later, his lips again claimed hers. This time, he
held nothing back in showing her how passionate she made him. His lips
slanted hungrily across hers, his tongue dueling intimately with hers,
exploring her teeth, her tongue, the soft tender edges of her lips. His
hands seemed to be everywhere at once, caressing, cupping and exploring
her. He squeezed her breasts, taking possession of them, forcing a small
moan from her. Then his mouth followed the path of his hands, his heated
lips and tongue sliding deliciously along the exposed flesh above her bra.
No longer satisfied with that much, he shoved up her bra cups and feasted
on one turgid nipple, sucking and licking and nipping, driving her to the
brink of insanity. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured
against her skin. He shifted his attention and gently bit down on the
other peak, sending heady sparks throughout her entire body.
Scully feared she would melt under his heated onslaught. Nothing mattered
anymore but pleasure, the giving and receiving and sharing of it, with
this man. She could never remember being so hot, so ready to make love
with a man. Mulder seemed to know exactly where to touch her, how to
excite her. As if they'd been lovers for years. In a very real way, they
had.
Scarcely aware of what she was doing, Scully found herself returning his
attentions, kiss for kiss, caress for caress. She managed to strip his
T-shirt off him, giving her blissful access to his hard, sinewy torso.
While he lavished attention on her breasts, she caressed his head, his
shoulders, relishing the feel of his muscles moving under her palms. Her
lips against his ear, she whispered to him, words that made no sense but
which expressed her delight at what they were doing, together.
His skin smelled so good--familiar, yet forbidden, until now. A touch of
spicy aftershave blending with his own earthy male scent. Pheromones, her
scientific mind supplied. And they certainly worked. Her body was
responding as if of its own will, her hips arching on the desktop, her
legs tightening around his hips, seeking greater contact.
In response, Mulder pressed his pelvis against hers, grinding his erection
against her own tender sex in blatant, insistent strokes. He was so damned
sexual, and she was so overwhelmingly hot for him, every muscle in her
body threatened to give out. If he hadn't been holding her against him,
she would have fallen.
"I want you so much, so much," he moaned in her ear. "Do
you have any idea how I've longed for this?"
His passion-filled words, thick with honesty, were even more arousing than
his sensual touches. Scully swallowed hard, fought to form words.
"Show me, Mulder."
He slipped one hand between her thighs, his finger trailing along the seam
of her slacks. Scully shuddered, fresh need racking her body, her hips
thrusting upward, toward his hand, hungry for more.
Somehow, at some point Mulder had managed to unfasten the button of her
slacks and lower the zipper, because suddenly his fingers were *inside*
her panties, sliding lower, caressing her soft curls and the sensitized
skin beneath.
"Ah, Scully, I need to touch you," he crooned in her ear.
"Like this." He brushed his fingers across the center of her
need, "and this." He slipped his finger along her wet folds, and
then deep within her, cupping her firmly, possessively, with his entire
hand.
Heat blasted through Scully and she forgot to breathe. "Ohmygod,
ohmygod," she moaned over and over as he rotated his palm hard
against her. She clung to Mulder as if to a lifeline, afraid she would
topple from the desk into a puddle of senseless feeling.
The rush of sensation flooded her senses, caused everything else to recede
into insignificance--everything but her and Mulder, and the delicious
things he was doing to her. She knew she was already on the brink, had
never arrived there so fast, but she couldn't hold back. She straightened
her legs and arched her back, pushing against his palm, increasing the
friction to almost unbearable levels. "Yes, yes, yes--" Her left
foot--vaguely she realized it had come in contact with something, and she
curled her toes around it to anchor herself.
Mulder plunged two fingers inside her, then three, and pressed upward,
driving her right to the
edge. "Come for me, Scully. Come, baby."
"Oh, Mulder," she panted, "I'm--"
A loud thump penetrated her need-fogged brain, and something wet splashed
against her leg. A split-second later came an even louder crash. Mulder
cried out and jumped back. Dazed, her sex aching fiercely with unfulfilled
need, Scully tried to surface and determine what had happened.
"Damn! The fish!" Mulder was on his knees, righting his fish
tank, which had fallen off the shelf, spilling most of its water--and its
wiggling contents all over the carpet.
Scully's hand flew to her mouth, embarrassment surging through her.
"How did--Oh, no, I kicked it, didn't I?"
"Get the fish!" Mulder said. He was on his hands and knees,
scrambling to grab a flopping angelfish. A puddle of water three feet
across had spilled on the wooden floor.
Scully finally gathered her scattered wits and energy enough to scramble
off the table and join him in rescuing the little creatures. Her legs were
unsteady from her arousal, and she nearly stepped on a yellow guppie.
"Here, fella." She scooped it up and dropped it in the tank.
About five inches of water remained, the water cloudy from the sand being
tossed about.
Mulder was counting the tank's occupants. "Five, six--Elvis is still
missing, Scully. Help me find him."
"Elvis?"
Mulder dropped to his knees, hands splayed on the floor as he sought the
last fish. His expression was that of a worried little boy, and Scully was
touched by his concern for his pets. "Where'd he get to?"
Something tickled Scully's ankle. She looked down and saw a fish's fin
sticking out from under the shelf. Reaching under, she grabbed for the
large blue fish, only to have it jump from her hand. "I've almost got
him. He's under here."
"Damn." Mulder dropped to his stomach and reached under the
shelf. "Gotcha!" He pulled the fish out and released him in the
tank, watched to make sure he was swimming about, then shoved the tank
against the base of the shelf. He sat back on his heels. Scully realized
then his jeans were completely soaked as well.
Her gaze dropped to the puddle. "Your floor." She ran to the
kitchen and grabbed a couple of dishtowels, then raced back and began
mopping up the spill. Mulder joined her. A few minutes later, it was
reasonably dry, the wet towels mounded on the coffee table.
Catching her breath, Scully sat back on her heels. Her gaze lifted to
Mulder, kneeling six feet from her. His eyes were already on her, his face
a mixture of chagrin and humor. He glanced at the tank. "Think
they'll live?"
"They're surviving the shock better than me," she said ruefully,
arousal still buzzing painfully through her despite the distraction. She
shifted position, but her groin continued to ache. "I'm sorry. I must
have hooked my toes around the edge of the tank. I-um..I didn't realize
it."
Mulder was rubbing his wet chest, his head lowered. "Scully?"
"What?"
"Do we look as silly as I think we do?"
Scully frowned and looked down at herself. Her sweater was shoved up under
her arms, covering one breast. The other still peeked out from beneath her
dislocated bra. Her pants were undone, her panties partly down and some of
her pubic hair was escaping from the waistband. She bit her lip. No
question there. She looked ridiculous.
She lifted her eyes to meet Mulder's, and found herself taking a serious
look at him. He was sitting on his heels in soaking skin-tight jeans,
unbuttoned and unzipped, exposing black silk and a still-substantial
erection, which seemed to be growing even more impressive the longer she
stared at it.
Oh, God, maybe she looked ridiculous, but he looked good enough to eat.
Her gaze traveled up his sculpted torso to his wet chest, the hair there
curling enticingly. His chest rose and fell unevenly.
Finally, she lifted her gaze to his face and found him devouring the sight
of her in return. His eyes met hers, the raw need there jolting her as if
with an electric current. Nothing was going to keep her from making love
with this man--not phone calls, not coworkers or bosses, and not flying
fish.
She had no idea who moved first. One moment they were staring at each
other hungrily, the next they met in the middle, their arms tight around
each other, their ravenous mouths connecting. They were in front of the
couch, and this time managed to make use of it. She leaned back against
the cushions, pulling his slim hips between her legs. Crouched at her
feet, Mulder yanked off her slacks. She expected him to remove her
panties, but he didn't take even that much time. He pressed between her
legs, and Scully quickly freed him from his jeans and boxers, glorying in
the feel of him against her palm. She stroked him from root to tip,
enticing a guttural moan from deep within him.
He pushed aside the crotch of her now-soaking panties, his fingers
pressing against her wet heat. "Nothing between us, Scully. Not
anymore."
"Nothing." She arched her hips toward him in invitation.
He pressed the tip of his shaft against her opening. Their eyes locked for
a timeless moment. Then, he thrust deep inside her, finally completing
their union.
Scully clung to him, heard herself crying out, echoing his own heartfelt
cry. Her entire body shuddered as he joined his body to hers, filling her
completely. Nothing had ever felt so right.
He cradled her face in his palms, his gaze intent on hers. "This is
so right."
"Perfect," she gasped, growing used to the feel of him inside
her. "A perfect fit."
Despite the passion which threatened to overwhelm them, he pressed a
gentle, almost chaste kiss on her temple. "You're mine, Scully."
She caressed his shoulders. "And you're mine, Mulder. Always and
forever. Always--"
He rocked against her then, sliding deeper and deeper, sending shockwaves
of pleasure through her. She cried out. So much foreplay, so much
tension--five years worth. She couldn't take it anymore. Before she
realized it, she was climaxing. The world broke into pieces, sending her
flying somewhere, out of her body, into the stratosphere. Yet she knew
that he was there, with her, right beside her, inside her, loving her as
she loved him.
He cried out as ecstasy washed over him, his words forever imprinting upon
her heart. "Scully baby, I love you. I love you, I love you."
She locked her legs tight around his narrow hips as he pumped into her,
riding out his orgasm, which seemed incredibly long and intense. Finally,
he collapsed against her, his body continuing to shudder with aftershocks
of pleasure.
Scully stroked his sweat-damp hair and shoulders. Five years... Five years
of longing, of dreaming, of denying and pretending. Five years of needing
and wanting and attempting to live without. Five years of total devotion.
Five long, confusing, blissful and crazy years together. "Oh, God,
Mulder, I love you," Scully said, tears springing suddenly to her
eyes. She pulled his face up and kissed him soundly. "No one could
ever love me as much as you do."
They were content to lie together like that, still partly clothed, long
enough to catch their breaths. Scully relished feeling him against her,
but began to wish she had access to his entire body.
Mulder seemed to have a different concern. He pushed away from her.
"Are you...spending the night?"
"That was my intention." She nodded toward the laptop case she
had brought, which she was using as an overnight bag.
"I figured as much. About the time you knocked over the fish
tank."
She gave him a wry smile. "You're never going to let me get over
that, are you?"
"If Elvis dies, you're replacing him."
"Where's your faith in extreme possibilities? Elvis will never
die." It was the same, Scully realized with a shock of satisfaction.
They had made love, but they were still best friends, able to engage in
teasing small talk just like before. She actually had the best of both
worlds. She hugged herself, unable to remember feeling happier.
Mulder rose and adjusted his pants, then glanced about the living room.
"Stay right there." He disappeared into his chaotic bedroom.
Scully attempted to right her own clothes, wondering what he was up to. A
moment later, he called out, "Catch!"
She looked up in time to keep from being whacked by a rolled-up sleeping
bag. She barely had time to deflect it and it bounced on the floor. She
managed to catch the second one he threw. *It's raining sleeping bags,*
she realized, and began to chuckle. And both of them had gotten very, very
lucky.
Soon after, they were cuddling completely naked under the zipped-together
bags in the center of the living room floor, atop a pair of air
mattresses. Scully had been in more comfortable beds, but she had never
*felt* more comfortable than she did in Mulder's arms. What had taken them
so long to get to this point? Why had she worried about ruining their
relationship? Right now, her fear seemed completely unfounded. Foolish, in
fact. Had she really been worried about risking their friendship? Or had
she actually been afraid to let anyone get this close to her?
As if reading her mind, Mulder said softly, "Five years, Scully. I
think I must have been an idiot to resist you for so long. I don't know
how I did it." He stroked her hair away from her face. "You're
incredible. Think we can make up the time?"
She rolled over on top of him and traced his full lower lip with her
fingertip. "Good question. It'll take a good, long while, so we'd
better get started."
He chuckled and caressed her bottom. "I thought we'd already done
that."
"That was just a warm-up." She wiggled her hips enticingly atop
his, already feeling him grow hard.
"Ohmy."
*****************
"The rest is more of the same. They've been going at it for hours.
I'd say you have plenty of proof." The man with the headsets glanced
up at Krycek, who stood behind him. He had been listening intently to the
tape of Agents Mulder and Scully engaged in smarmy off-hours activity. The
dark-windowed van--equipped with state-of-the-art surveillance
equipment--was parked across the street from Mulder's apartment building.
"Play back that last part again," he instructed.
A few moments later, he heard again Mulder's amazing words. "Five
years, Scully. I think I must have been an idiot to resist you for so
long."
"Cut it."
The technician flicked a switch, stopping the tape.
Krycek stared out the window, shocked and titillated from listening to
their intimate encounter. Furtively, he slid his hand to his crotch, where
his erection had been throbbing for the past hour. He had never before
considered the serious Agent Scully particularly sexy, but now--
Five years. Wild. He would have sworn on his mother's grave those two had
been screwing each other for years. Since before he was assigned as
Mulder's partner. The two had sure acted like a cozy couple, even back
then.
Idiots. Yet it didn't matter. Once or dozen times, the evidence was just
as valuable. Now it was up to him to capitalize on it.
His work for the evening completed, he considered how he might take care
of his other problem. The image of the brunette who'd been with Spender
popped into his mind. She hadn't been half-bad looking, from what he'd
been able to tell in the darkened car. At least she had big breasts, which
he liked on a woman. And certainly she disliked Mulder and Scully, or why
else would she have been out to bust them? Which, for now, might make her
very useful to him.
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