Let's Get This Show on the Road - Part 3/3
Summary and disclaimers in Part 1

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Fox Mulder's Apartment
9:01 P.M.

Scully had not come to Mulder's apartment to seduce him.

Actually, if asked, she probably would not have been able to
explain why she had followed Mulder home from her place, but
it certainly had not been to seduce him. Or anger him. Maybe
she just wanted to make sure he didn't hurt himself in all
his self-loathing. And she had promised herself that she
wouldn't get mad if he started to abuse himself in front of
her; she would try to stay calm and rational and work things
out. She didn't know how.

She had not expected him to pick a fight with her, saying
things to her that shocked and angered her. And in her
attempt to walk away, she had not expected him to stop her,
slamming the door she had just opened and then using his own
body to slam her against that same door. 

And she most definitely had not expected to become aroused
by that act of domination.

Scully had always been too independent for her own good, and
she knew this was why all her previous relationships had
failed; she could never give up control. It wasn't in her.
But tonight, she had wanted to give up every bit of it to
Mulder. She wanted to show him her faith and trust in him.
Her desire. She had fought him only because she knew he
expected her to, but in the end it hadn't mattered. At the
moment he had discovered her arousal, it had become a whole
new game. His act of domination was just that...an act. And
her submission was only temporary.

Even when he had her pinned up against the table, on her
knees, naked and vulnerable, he had asked before taking that
final step. 

Oh, it had been wonderful. Painful at first; he was almost
too big for her body, which hadn't known a man's touch in
almost three years. But the pain had been fleeting and the
pleasure immediate. The table had been too tall for her to
lay her upper body on, so she had shoved it away, bringing
her face down to the ground, trying not to think how erotic
her pose was...how naughty. She had never had sex outside of
a bed before, much less allowed a man to take her from
behind like this. But Mulder had led her to fantasize about
this position and many others for the last two years.

She knew Mulder had tried to take her with him, and he had
nearly succeeded, but it had been too much for him. When he
had realized she was attempting to finish herself off, he
had become angry. He had pulled her onto his lap and
finished the job himself, finger fucking her until she
thought she would pass out from the length and intensity of
the orgasm. It was the selflessness behind this action more
than the action itself that made her realize how much she
truly loved him.

So there she had been, naked on Mulder's lap, her legs
spread wantonly, her whole body vibrating, while a fully
clothed Mulder started to apologize to her. She hadn't even
thought (she hadn't been doing much of that tonight; why
start now?). She had simply reacted.

Now they faced each other, both on their knees, Scully's
right hand going numb, Mulder's cheek turning red. He turned
shocked eyes to her. "Scully?"

"You fucking bastard!" she growled. "You say that to every
woman you have sex with?"

He winced. "No! I'm not talking about this!" He rushed to
explain. "I'm not sorry for this, I'm sorry for--"

"I know what you're sorry for, Mulder," Scully said, her
voice weary. "You're sorry for everything." She shook her
head and bit her lip, holding back the tears that she felt
forming in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she searched the
room for her scattered clothing. Her T-shirt was right
behind her on the floor next to the couch. She grabbed it
and stood, her eyes darting to the sweatpants that lay next
to her panties and tennis shoes. She would have to pass
Mulder to get to them. "Well," she continued. "I'm sorry,
too." She moved forward with the intent to walk past him,
and he jumped up and out of the way, pulling his jeans back
in place as he did so. "Sorry I came," she snapped. "Sorry I
stayed with the X-Files, even though I had more than one
chance to get out. Sorry I love you so much." She swept up
her clothes, more than aware of the sudden stiffening of the
man next to her.

"Scully?" His voice was a whisper filled with shock. And
hope.

She looked at him. "Your sister, your father, my sister, me.
None of it is your fault, Mulder. Why can't you see that?
Yes, it's our investigations that have caused most of this,
but it was my choice to be a part of these investigations."
She shook her head in frustration, not quite believing she
was standing here trying to talk sense to Mulder while she
was stark naked. "Did you know that when I was returned
after my abduction that I was given a choice of where to go?
They told me I could go back to teaching at Quantico, with
the possibility of working my way into the VCU or I could go
back to the X-Files." She paused and took another breath. "I
didn't even have to think about it."

Mulder stared at her, his face expressionless. He moved
suddenly, walking past her to sit on the couch. There, he
folded his hands between his knees and stared at the
floor...at the very spot they had just made love. Because
that's what they had done. At least, that's what *she* had
done. "Just go, Scully." There was no emotion in his voice.

"Not until you understand what I'm trying to tell you," she
demanded. "I stayed because I wanted to. Just as I came here
tonight. Because it was MY choice. And if you don't respect
my choices, then you aren't the friend -- the partner -- the
man -- I thought you were." She moved toward him, throwing
the clothing in her hands on the floor and kneeling down in
front of him. She leaned back on her heels. "You think
you're dangerous for me? You're not. What we do is
dangerous, but I'd like to think that we've watched each
other's backs well in the last couple of years. Do I trust
you? Yes. Implicitly. Tonight should have been proof of
that."

He closed his eyes tightly at her words and she rose on her
knees, bringing her face close to his. "So, unless you're
apologizing for what just happened, which I'm telling you
now you don't need to do, I'm going to ignore the fact that
you said those words at all."

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "What about this
morning?"

"What about this morning?"

"Scully--" He was getting frustrated now, and he buried his
face in his hands. 

"What were you thinking when you were pointing that gun at
Modell?"

He sighed, then answered, lowering his hands. "I was
fighting him. But he hadn't asked me to do anything, yet, so
I wasn't fighting too hard." He looked up at her. "But even
when he had me shoot at him, I didn't fight too hard."

"That's because killing him would have ended the game,
right?"

"He still would have won."

She nodded. "Yes, he would have. Because it was an
unbeatable game. There was no way you could win." She kept
her voice steady and soft. "What were you thinking when you
pointed the gun at yourself?"

He hesitated. "I was thinking that I wasn't ready to die.
That there were things I had left to do."

She nodded again, thrilled with his honesty. "Yet, you
didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. Why?"

He frowned. "He was too strong. I hated what he was doing,
and I was fighting him, but he was too strong."

"You fought harder than when he had you shoot at him?"

"Yes."

Scully took a deep breath. "What were you thinking when you
pointed it at me?"

He shook his head, and Scully watched in fascination as a
lone tear traced its way down his cheek. "He was too strong.
He..."

"What?" she pressed. "Mulder, tell me."

"I felt rage. At him. At me for not being able to stop him."

"Why didn't you pull the trigger, Mulder?"

"I was going to, Scully."

"But you didn't."

"Scu--"

"You managed to hold off long enough to tell me to run,
didn't you? You managed to fight his hold long enough for me
to get to that fire alarm."

"Scu--"

"No! Listen!" She grabbed his hands, which were gripping
each other so tightly his knuckles were turning white. "You
didn't hesitate to shoot at Modell. You didn't even hesitate
to shoot at yourself. But Modell had to tell you over and
over to shoot me. And you didn't."

"But I was going to!" he shouted.

"You didn't do it, Mulder!" she shouted back. "You held on,
in a no-win situation, long enough for me to change the
rules. You won! You beat him at his game, a game he was
never supposed to lose." She pushed herself off the floor to
sit next to him on the couch. "Don't you remember his face
when the alarm went off? I do. I remember turning around and
seeing you turn on him. There was fear there, yes. But more
than that, there was surprise. Shock that he had lost. And
that you had won."

Tears were flowing freely down his face now, and Scully knew
her own cheeks were becoming damp. "Mulder, you won. You
saved my life. Just like I knew you would." She reached for
him and he didn't refuse her. He pulled her into his arms
and buried his face in her hair. "Every little girl dreams
of finding her hero, Mulder, even if she has to rescue him
from time to time, too. I've found my hero in you."

"Scully," he whispered brokenly. "The only hero here is
you."

"Don't argue with me, Mulder," she told him, smiling. "You
should know by now that it will get you nowhere."

He chuckled softly and held her tighter. They sat like that
for a long while, but it wasn't long before Mulder's body
began to take notice of Scully's nakedness. She felt him
tensing just before he spoke. "Scully?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you realize that we've never even kissed?" 

She was silent for a moment, not really knowing how to
respond. Not ten minutes ago, they had just finished having
wild, erotic sex on his floor...yet they *had* never kissed.
Carefully, she backed out of his embrace.

He let her go easily, but from the look in his eye, he
wasn't going to let her out of his apartment as easily. Not
anytime tonight, anyway.

"Guess we better fix that, huh?" she asked him, her eyebrow
quirked.

He nodded slowly before dipping his head toward her. Closing
her eyes, she met him, her nerves jumping even more than
during the incident on the floor. No matter how intimate the
sex, this act of kissing seemed even more so. Especially,
she decided, with this man. Who really knew how to kiss, she
discovered immediately.

She sank into him, entranced by the feel of his lips and
tongue as they gently explored her mouth. Boldly, she
explored his as well, spending an inordinate amount of time
sucking on his lower lip. She let her hands run through the
silky strands of his hair, remembering all the late nights
at work when she had fantasized about touching him this way.
And reveling in the fact he was touching her like in those
fantasies, too, running his hands up and down her bare back,
his thumbs teasing the sides of her breasts. Scully quickly
came to the conclusion that real life was much better than
any fantasy.

Suddenly, she pulled back. "Mulder?"

He opened his eyes, and Scully was almost bowled over by the
pure sensuality that she saw in them. "Hmmmm?"

"I'm feeling a little underdressed here," she whispered,
feeling her face heat. How on earth could she be blushing
after what had happened earlier?

She saw Mulder swallow, close his eyes once more, and take a
deep breath. When he opened them again, he seemed a little
more like the Mulder she knew. But only a little. "I'll make
a deal with you," he said, his voice rough. "I'll strip if
you agree to move this party to the bedroom."

Scully widened her eyes. "Bedroom? You have a bed?"

She thought Mulder may have blushed this time, though she
couldn't be sure in the darkness of the apartment. "Yes, I
do. I just never use it."

"Why?"

He looked her in the eye. "It's too big for just me. I can't
sleep in it. Not alone, anyway."

"And you've never found anyone to share it with?" she asked
sarcastically, knowing that if he wanted, he could have had
his pick of women.

"Not until tonight," he answered.

She sat and watched him for a while. He was wearing his
'puppy-dog' expression. She wanted to laugh out loud, but
decided she better not. He might take it the wrong way.
Instead, she smiled softly, then rose and headed for the
bedroom, slightly afraid of what she would find there.
"Better hurry, Mulder," she said over her shoulder as she
walked away, purposefully letting her hips sway in
invitation. She heard him groan just before he tackled his
clothing.

At the door to the bedroom, she hesitated. With a soft sigh,
she reached for the doorknob. "Where no woman has gone
before," she whispered, then turned the knob and entered. It
wasn't as bad as she expected. Then again, she wasn't sure
what she had been expecting. There was clutter, yes, but not
to the extent where she couldn't see the furnishings. Dirty
laundry lay scattered about the room, but it was more
enduring than frightening. She moved over to the bed and
picked up a shirt. She recognized it as the one he had been
wearing that morning with his suit. The slacks he had been
wearing were also laying across the bed, but the suit jacket
had, fortunately, been hung up inside his open closet. The
bed underneath the clothes appeared untouched, and Scully
knew he had told her the truth when he said he rarely used
it.

She heard him enter the room behind her. "Uhh, sorry for the
mess."

He sounded so contrite that Scully had to smile. She turned
to face him, her smile fading when she saw him. He was
standing in the doorway wearing nothing but his form-fitting
athletic boxers, which did nothing to hide his hard-on. She
had seen him in the same state of undress not so very long
ago, but he had been sick at the time. He had looked nothing
like this. 

"I don't mind," she answered him, surprised her voice was
working as well as it was. "Makes you that much more human."

"Human, huh?" He started making his way across the room
toward her. "That's comforting to know." He grinned at her. 

When he stopped in front of her, she recognized the devilish
gleam in his eye and felt a moment of apprehension. Not
because she was afraid of him, but because she had no idea
what he would do next. It wasn't an unusual feeling around
this man. Suddenly, he reached past her to pull down the
covers on the bed. As he leaned back, he pressed a kiss into
her shoulder. The simple gesture made her shudder.

With a small smile, she placed her hands on his hips.
"You're still overdressed." Sliding her fingers under the
waistband of his underwear, she began to pull them down,
being careful to avoid his growing erection. 

"I didn't want to scare you," Mulder told her softly.

"Hmmm. How thoughtful," she mumbled. "And modest, too."
Scully looked down at him as she continued to push his
boxers out of the way. "Of course, some things should be
bragged about."

Mulder took over in completing her project, then stepped
into her, taking her lips with his before she could look her
fill. As curious as she was, she didn't mind. Nor did she
mind as he began to push her onto the bed. Willingly, she
pulled herself onto the unused, but clean, sheets and tugged
him along with her. She lay back against the pillows and
closed her eyes as he continued to kiss her, making love to
every inch of her face. He stroked her body, and a part of
her was amazed that this was the same man who had just taken
her almost brutally on his living room floor. The other part
recognized him, and responded accordingly.

She lifted her left leg, bringing her knee to his hip, and
pushed her lower body upward. His erection was pressed
tightly into her belly, announcing his ready arousal, but
she needed to let him know that she was more than ready as
well. He groaned in response, but instead of encouraging her
actions, he slid down her body, kissing and licking her as
he went, until her reached her breasts. Scully dug her heel
into the small of his back, not sure if she was complaining
about this change in position, or applauding it. Mulder
didn't seem to care either way.

He licked around her breasts, avoiding her nipples, which
ached painfully for his touch. He paid special attention to
the soft, tender spot right underneath her breasts, licking
at the sweat that had accumulated there during their
discussion. She arched her back, not wanting him to stop
what he was doing, but wanting to bring his attention to her
tight nipples as well. "Mulder!" she gasped, gripping his
hair tightly with both fists. She thrust her hips up again,
pushing her wet center into his belly. "Please!"

"Please what, Scully?" he mumbled against her breast.

"Please, don't stop!" she told him, gasping again as his
mouth finally found one of her nipples. "Yes!" He licked it,
teased it with his lips, then closed his mouth around it and
sucked. He was gentle at first, but the suction increased
quickly, causing her to moan uncontrollably. Releasing her,
he moved to the other breast. But this time, as he sucked,
he began to roll his body away from her. No, not away. He
had wrapped his arm around her back and was bringing her
with him. Soon, Scully found herself sprawled rather
ungracefully on top of him. Quickly, she pulled her legs up
underneath her and sat up, straddling him.

He smiled up at her, stroking her thighs. Up. Down. Up.
Down. She felt his erection lying against the crease between
her thigh and pelvis, pulsing slightly with his heartbeat.
Taking a deep breath, she looked down, took him in her hand,
rose up on her knees, and carefully impaled herself on him.
Oh, yes, but he had something to brag about. She sank down,
groaning as he stretched her, filled her. Made her complete. 

Opening her eyes, she looked down at him. He had also closed
his eyes, his face slack with pleasure. She let her eyes
roam over his body, and soon, she leaned forward and let her
hands follow. His skin was warm and damp with sweat. She let
her fingers tangle in the sparse patch of hair that grew
between his nipples, then swept her fingers around those
nipples, gratified when they tightened and puckered like her
own. She traced over his ribcage, then down to his belly, so
much flatter than hers she was almost envious. Her eyes
followed the line of silky hair that lead from his navel to
where they were joined, his own dark hair mingling with her
reddish-blonde curls. 

"You are so beautiful," she whispered, running her hands
along his arms, enjoying the coarseness of the dark hairs
that covered them from hands to elbows. She looked up and
met his now open eyes, startled by the intensity she saw.
They weren't glazed over in passion, though she knew he was
feeling it. As much as he was enjoying himself, she knew he
was in full control.

"Ditto," he told her, his voice dark. He raised his hips
slightly, telling her in no uncertain terms that she should
move. She was in charge of this ride, but he was ready to
go.

On sudden impulse, she lifted herself up and off him,
rolling away to lay herself down on her back next to him.

Frowning, he rose up on an elbow and looked at her.
"Scully?"

"Come here, Mulder," she said, hoping her voice and manner
was as seductive as she imagined.

"But, I thought..." Uncertainty took over the intensity in
his eyes for a moment. "Since I..." He sighed. "I wanted you
to be in charge this time."

She smiled at him. "Maybe next time," she whispered. "For
tonight, I kinda like giving up control."

His look was still a bit worried as he moved to roll over
her, then the evil glint was back as, with a wry smile, he
scooted down the bed and placed himself between her legs.
Scully felt her breath catch as he lowered his head and
kissed her more intimately than she had ever been kissed
before. She let her head fall back and her hips raise up as
he placed his open mouth over her center, his tongue delving
deep. "Ahhh! Mulder!" He lifted his head for a second, took
a deep breath, then covered her once again with his moist
breath. Using his tongue, he carefully pulled her swollen
and tender clit inside his mouth and gently began to suck.

Scully screamed.

Immediately, Mulder released her. Panting hard, Scully
looked at him with wide eyes. She hadn't come. He let her go
before she had actually come. Her body was still on the
verge, but it hadn't gone over. "Mulder?!" How could he
leave her like this?

With a wicked grin, he began to crawl up her body, his eyes
glowing with mischief. He slid himself up her, but not
before placing his arms under her knees and dragging her
legs with him. She watched him in shock as he neatly folded
her nearly in half, with her knees almost to her armpits and
her feet dangling uselessly in the air. He braced his arms
on the bed and slowly began to push into her. Scully was
swollen and acutely sensitized by his mouth, and his entry
was almost painful, but she welcomed it, clasping muscles
she regularly exercised, but had no need to use in years,
tightly. She waited for his entry to stop.

But it didn't.

Every inch of him was leisurely being pushed into her. All
the way.

She could barely catch her breath by the time he stopped.
Never had she felt so full, and she suddenly understood the
magic of this odd position he had forced her in, one she had
never experienced before. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh,
Mulder!"

"What do you think?" he asked her, his tone almost
conversational. 

Her eyes flew open. He was looking down on her with intent
curiosity, but the tautness of his neck and chest muscles
told her he wasn't as relaxed as he seemed. 

"What do I think?" she repeated, trying to match his tone.
The catch in her voice at the end of 'think' ruined the
effect. "I think if you don't start working it I'm going to
leave *you* behind this time."

"Then I'll just have to make sure you come twice, once
without me and once with."

She laughed, not wanting to tell him how impossible that
would be. Never had she come twice in one 'act'. Then he
began moving, and the laughter faded. She began to moan
uncontrollably, astounded at how much he filled her, how
deep his penetration. She swore she could feel him against
her cervix. Pinned as she was, she could do little to thrust
back, but she still managed a wriggle here and there, and
she squeezed him, gratified to hear him moan in response.
Never had it been this good.

"More, Mulder!" she encouraged him. "Harder!"

He obeyed her, his thrusts becoming stronger. His pelvis
came oh-so close to hitting her clit on every thrust in, and
she felt his testicles slap against her, teasing her from
below. Before she knew it, she was flying. High. Fast. And
long, as his continued thrusts made it very hard for her to
come down. Not that she minded. The sweet torment could go
on forever, for all she cared.

Soon, she was able to open her eyes and watch him. She was
determined to see him follow her over. But he was taking his
time. His earlier ejaculation allowed him to take things
slower this time around. From the looks of things, he
wouldn't be done anytime soon. Scully felt her heart skip in
excitement as she met his intense gaze. He was staring down
at her, oblivious to everything but her.

More than two years ago, when their partnership had still
been young, she had once told him how much she admired his
passion, a passion that was so powerful it was almost
blinding. She had often wondered what it would be like to be
the focus of that passion.

Now she knew.

It was exhilarating. It was terrifying. And it was arousing. 

Scully couldn't control her surprise when she felt her body
react again. "Oh, God, Mulder!" she moaned. "I can't
believe..."

His thrusts became even harder. Faster. She felt pain
underneath the pleasure, and she had a fleeting thought that
she wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. But the ecstasy he
was creating in her chased all those other feelings and
thoughts away. He was hammering into her now, sweat dripping
off his face and chest and onto her already sweat-soaked
body. When he came, he threw his head back and closed his
eyes, his whole body tighter than a bowstring. He roared out
something she couldn't understand. It was the most beautiful
sight she had ever seen, and it caused her to follow him
over, just as he had predicted. 

She screamed again as well, not caring who heard her or what
they would think. Her body convulsing, she held tight to her
lover and began to sob. 

*****

Fox Mulder's Apartment
7:13 A.M.

When Mulder woke, he was more than a little disoriented. He
felt...strange. His body was unusually relaxed, yet when he
moved, muscles he didn't even know he had complained. And he
was lying on his stomach in his bed. He couldn't even
remember the last time he had slept in his bed. He opened
his eyes slowly, noticing the time on the clock first, then
the faint light that entered the room from the window behind
him. He took a deep breath...and felt his whole body tense
as he recognized the scent that filled his nostrils.

Scully.

The events of the night before crowded in on him, and with
sudden panic he lifted himself up on his elbows and turned
his head toward the other side of the bed. For a long
moment, he simply stared.

She was there, lying on her back, her face turned toward
him, her mouth open in sleep. The sunlight that was trying
desperately to get past the blinds was shining on her,
highlighting her breasts, which lay bared to the his
inspection. The sheets and comforter were pulled up to a
point just above her hips, but he knew she was completely
naked beneath them. She was so beautiful. He ached to touch
her, but at the same time he hated to disturb such an
ethereal sight.

She moved suddenly, the filtered sunlight touching her
closed eyelids rousing her from sleep. Lazily, she opened
her eyes. They met his, and the haze of sleep dissipated and
was replaced by a glow he was convinced emanated from her
very soul. She smiled.

"Hi." Her voice caught. She cleared her throat and licked
her dry lips.

"Hi," he responded, knowing his voice wasn't any better.
Realizing his arms were aching, he pushed himself up and
over so he could sit up. "How do you feel?"

She smiled again, closing her eyes and humming softly.
"Wonderful. You?"

"Truthfully?"

Her eyes opened again and her smile faded. Her brow furrowed
as she looked up at him. "Yes. Truthfully." Bringing the
sheets to her chest, she sat up as well. She looked as if
she was bracing herself for something horrible.

He took a deep breath. "I'm in shock."

Scully obviously didn't know how to respond to that, so
instead she just looked down at her hand, which was playing
with a loose thread on the comforter.

"You're not going to ask why?" he continued with a smirk.

"I'm not really sure I want to know," she told him softly,
not looking up.

Mulder suddenly realized she was embarrassed. And
self-conscious. His answer to her query had not been what
she was hoping for. "I'm shocked because I was sure I was
going to wake up this morning and discover everything about
last night, from dinner on, was a dream."

She met his eyes again, and he saw her confidence return.
"It wasn't a dream."

"I know that now," he whispered. "And I have never been so
grateful for anything in my life."

She smiled softly. "You needed sex that bad, huh?"

He frowned at her. "It's not the sex I'm grateful for,
Scully, even if it was the best I've ever had." He leaned
into her, bringing his face close to hers. "It's *you* I'm
grateful for. You. My friend. My partner. My lover." He took
a deep breath. "I love you, Scully."

He watched as the corners of her mouth turned upward, and
her eyes misted over. "I love you, too, Mulder. I think I
always have." She touched his face gently, running her
fingers over the stubble on his cheek. "And I know I always
will."

"Ditto."

She laughed, and he smiled in return. They both knew that
life had indeed changed, just as Mulder had said last night.
But not the way he had thought then. It had changed for the
better, now. Romance wouldn't be easy for them, not while
they still remained partners in the FBI, but they were both
more than willing to take the risks that life was preparing
to throw at them, knowing they could face any obstacle as
long as they were able to watch each others backs.

"This is going to be an adventure, isn't it?" Mulder asked
her.

"You mean it hasn't been up to now?" Scully responded with a
familiar lift of her eyebrow.

"Well, it'll be even more so now."

Scully nodded in acceptance. "I've always loved an
adventure." She sighed. "But, at the moment, I would love a
shower even more."

"Mind if I join you?" Mulder asked, his body already
reacting to the thought of a naked, wet Scully.

"I don't mind at all," she told him with a smile.

"Well then," Mulder said as he slid out of bed, holding his
hand out to Scully in invitation. "Let's get this show on
the road."

THE END

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