Title: TWO STEPS FORWARD Author: Soodohnimh@aol.com Distribution: Please post to ATXC and Archive. Spoilers: Never Again, MSR Rating: NC17 Content Warning: This is adult material, with an appearance of ILikeItRoughScully. If that sort of thing bothers you, please don't read this. Classification: SR Summary: Continuation of NA. M&S sex. Disclaimer: Characters from the X-Files are the property of Ten Thirteen Productions and the Fox Television Network. No infringement is intended. Thanks to the BRC for providing an editor! Please, please, please send feedback!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "You know, Scully, I spoke to Ed Jerse at St. Johns after I saw you. He was still fairly delusional at the time, but he said quite a few things about you, and about me." Scully raised her eyebrow. "And?" He paused, "I just thought you might like to know what we talked about." She was growing impatient. "Well...?" "Well, he said you were another one of his failed attempts at any type of relationship with women. He said that 'she' wouldn't let him do the things that he wanted to do with you. He worried that he would never get 'her' out of his head, that 'she' was still saying things to him that no one else could hear. He said that 'she' was telling him to ask me if I was the controlling figure that Dana was rebelling against." He placed his palms flat on his desk, and leaned forward slightly. " 'She' could apparently tell by my responses and my interaction with you that I was the one who you were trying to get away from. 'She' said that you had better run along back to 'Daddy' and that I should take you in hand, just the way you like it. 'She' seemed to think that part of you wanted to get caught at this escapade." He continued in a lower voice "He said that you liked it rough, Scully. He said he was surprised at how you were so in control, so professional, a doctor, and then went to putty when he used force on you." He continued looking at her, but she seemed to be concentrating intently on the petal in her hand. "Scully?" She looked up at him. "What do you want me to say? He's obviously a man who needs a lot of help. He's still under those hallucinogens. And, besides Mulder, this is none of your business. What right do you have to question me about any of this? I made a mistake. End of story. Let's get on with this and back to *your* precious next case!" "Dammit, Scully. You know that things that affect you affect me as well!" "I told you. This is not about you. None of it is," she exclaimed and rose to leave. He stood as well, and moved to place himself between her and the door. "The hell it isn't!" He moved closer, getting in her personal space and leaning toward her. "You got involved with Jerse to get back at me. To punish me for ignoring you, ditching you, stealing a normal life from you. You never intended me to find out, but I did. But you're not sorry, are you?" Scully wore a grim smirk. She tilted her head slightly, and looked up at him. "You secretly wanted me to find out, to be upset by the fact that you would see another man." he continued. He placed his hands on his hips, daring her to respond. He was getting angry, as was she. The air practically crackled between them. "Another man?" She raised her eyebrow. "You make it sound like I cheated on you. " "Didn't you? Isn't that what it felt like to you, Scully?" "What do you want from me, Mulder?" she spoke, her voice shaky. "What do you want from me?" he responded swiftly. Sparks flashed in her eyes. "Fuck you, Mulder! I'm tired, and I'm going home." and she stepped around him, brushing against his shoulder roughly, moving toward the door. He caught her arm as she was reaching for the doorknob and spun her around hard. Hard enough to slam her into the door. She started to fight back ineffectually. If she had meant to hurt him, she could have done it and escaped easily. As it was, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them flat to the door, even with her head. He leaned his body towards her, flattening out against her frame, his growing erection pressing against her. Again, they looked at each other. There was fire in his eyes, and her breath quickened. "Is this what you want from me, Scully?" he growled in her ear. His breath was hot and heavy against her neck. She turned her head to the side, her hair partially covering her face. She was breathing hard. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples rock hard. He must be feeling them through his shirt. She twisted her head slightly side to side. He thrust up against her. She couldn't suppress her gasp. "Are you sure?" he said, placing the tip of his tongue on her left earlobe. "No..." she whispered. "No, this is not what you want from me?" He placed a rough kiss under her jawline. "Or no, you're not sure, Agent Scully?" He brought her arms above her head and lightly pinned them there with his left hand. His right arm traveled down her arm, and grasped her breast roughly, kneading it, feeling its weight. With his thumb and forefinger he captured her nipple, squeezing and rolling her hardened flesh. She was panting now, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the desire pooling low in her abdomen. It was almost as if he wasn't touching her breast. His manipulations were shooting straight to her groin. It was difficult to keep her face still. Scully watched him watching his own actions. His eyes were hooded, dark with desire. He looked up at her. Her eyes reflected his intensity. Blue and hazel, locked together. He let go of her breast and continued down her side. She moaned at the loss of sensation, and sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, as she felt his hand brush over her hip and grabbed at her bottom. He pushed into her again, and she closed her eyes; she couldn't help opening her legs just a little and tilting her hips forward, seeking closer contact. Mulder smiled a slow grin of recognition at her and hitched her skirt up a little so he could bring her thigh up around his hip. He released his light hold upon her hands and rested his palm on the door. Scully's eyes snapped open, and sought his out. She did not move her arms from her place of imprisonment. As many times before, they held silent conversation with their eyes. Is this what he wanted? Is this what she needed? He searched her face for answers, but found them in her body language instead. She remained as he had placed her, arms waiting to be restrained again, her strong thigh clenching around his hip. She was so hot against him, his muscles were quivering under the strain of waiting. Mulder inclined his head slightly toward her. Scully wished there were more light in the room to gauge his reactions. The only light on was to the side and behind him. His face was half in light, half in darkness, accentuating the beautiful planes of his face. She could see the day's stubble on his cheek, and wondered how it would feel, cruelly rubbed against her breast or along the tender insides of her thighs. He was waiting for permission, she knew, permission to continue with this forced seduction. This particular game was new to him and to them, and neither wanted to make an incorrect assumption of the rules. She brought her hands down and rested them on his shoulders. She brought her head forward, licked her lips, and snaked her tongue out and flicked it against Mulder's lips. She tightened her thigh on him and thrust against him. "Do it!" Her voice becoming huskier, "Take me, Mulder. Make it brutal, tear me apart." Her words set Mulder on fire. He captured her mouth and kissed her once roughly, then broke the contact. He reached out and locked the door. He grabbed her, one hand on either side of her head, and kissed her once again. She responded eagerly, seeking out his tongue with her own, and stroked it. She could feel his responding growl in his throat. They continued their exploration of each other's mouths, tongues flicking, the bruising of tender, soft lips. He brought his left arm down to capture her breast, kneading it, thumbing the sensitive, erect nipple, while starting to thrust up against her in a slow steady rhythm. Scully reached around him and squeezed his buttock, feeling the muscles contract as he slammed her against the door. The contact of his erection against her most sensitive area had her on the brink of orgasm so quickly, but she wanted him inside her, pounding her, not just a dry hump against the door. She broke the kiss. "God..Mulder," she panted. "Fuck me...please....the desk," she managed to say. Scully lowered her leg and reached between them, cupping him, measuring his cock. She couldn't help herself as she lowered and crouched before him. She put her mouth on him, right over his pants. Mulder didn't stop her as she unbuckled his belt, unzipped him, and brought down his trousers and boxers. His erection sprung free. He wasn't as long as she expected, but he was deliciously thick. She shivered in anticipation of him stretching her completely. She got closer and licked the head of his penis, then swirling her tongue around it. She brought him completely into her mouth then, relaxing her throat so that her face was up against his body, and drew back, looking up at him. Mulder looked down at her, half his penis in her mouth, her eyes huge, and slightly misty. He couldn't quite grasp the fact that his Scully was giving him a blow-job. She deep-throated him again, humming, letting him feel the vibration in her throat. He shivered at her actions, his desire building way too fast. Mulder took her head away from him, and brought her up standing again. He brought his pants back up around his waist, carefully avoiding his swollen erection. "We're not going to get anywhere if you keep that up," he said, and kissed her soundly. Mulder kissed and licked his way down her throat. He repeated her actions before and kneeled down before her, feeling her legs as he did so. He felt up the hardness of her thighs, and cupped the muscles of her calves. "You have great legs, Scully. You don't know what it does to me when you wear these pumps of yours," he half-whispered as he removed them. "I'll have to remember that from now on." "Tease!" He reached up under her skirt and nearly ripped off her nylons and panties. Mulder stood and bunched up her skirt, feeling for her crotch. He brushed up his fingers against her folds, teasing her. Scully whimpered in response. He separated her nether lips and buried a finger into her. Then two fingers, and placed his thumb on her clitoris, circling it. "God, Scully, you're so tight." "It's been a really long time, Mulder," she breathed. He looked at her questioningly. She sighed. "We didn't have intercourse. We got close, but I couldn't just couldn't go through with it, ok, Mulder?" "Ok, Scully... I'm glad." "Me too." With unsteady hands, Scully unbuttoned his shirt and felt the hardness of his chest. She brushed her fingers along the muscles of his stomach, and then traveled back up to brush against his nipples. His gasp in response was audible. So she repeated the motion, and pinched them slightly. She heard his growl deep in his throat. "Take off your blouse, Scully. Do it slow, and the bra. Then touch yourself." She did so, her fingers shaking slightly. Once bare, she placed her palms against her nipples, grasped her breasts, and squeezed hard. Her hips were moving in opposition to the motion of his hand. She rested her back against the door. She could feel the slow build of her orgasm. He removed one of her hands, holding her wrist, his fingers bruising the flesh, and bent down to capture a nipple in his mouth. Scully moaned. His twirled his tongue around it, and then started sucking hard, almost painfully. Her other hand came down to his cheek, and felt the muscles of his jaw working on her. Scully groaned now. "Mulder...talk to me.." He knew she was close to orgasm. He could feel the way her body was trembling with the effort. He released her nipple, brushing it with his teeth in parting, and placed his hand over her breast, just as she had done. He raised his head up to look at her, and kissed her. His middle finger was still inside of her, the base of his palm pushing against her clitoris. He was squeezing her folds together, pinching them with the rest of his fingers. He picked up the pace. "What do you want me to say, Scully?" he half whispered, looking directly into her eyes. "That when I get you down on that desk, I'm going to make you come so hard that they'll hear your screams up in Skinner's office?" Scully was moaning continually, unable to come up with words. "Or I'll bet you want me to say that when I get you flat on your back, I really don't care whether you come or not." She pumped harder on him. She put her hands against his face, holding on to him for support. "Because when you're with me, like this, you're mine. *Mine.* You're completely under my control, and I'll do with you what I please." And then she came. Her hips thrusting uncontrollably against his hand, her nipple hardening even more against his palm. Mulder kissed her again, running his tongue over her teeth and lips. Scully took it into her mouth and sucked on it. He removed his hands from between her legs and her breast and reached around to cup her bottom. He squeezed her against him and spanked her twice. The snapping sound of skin on skin filled the air. Scully moaned into his mouth with surprise and pleasure. Mulder grabbed her bottom again with both hands and lifted her, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her over to the desk. Placing her on it, he swept the forgotten files off the surface and laid her down. Mulder's eyes were hungry. He toed off his shoes, dropped his pants and boxers which were still loose around his waist and stepped out of them quickly. He climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately. She returned it with equal fervor. He couldn't wait any longer and positioned herself at her entrance. He knew she was ready; the evidence was still slick on his fingers. He brushed the head of his cock along her folds, teasing them both. Scully was still super-sensitive from her orgasm and groaned at the contact. "Now" was all she said, and he pushed inside her. His thickness was stretching her almost painfully. Once they had started moving together, he leaned back down on top of her. He buried his face in her neck; her hands were on his bottom, urging him on. She turned her head slightly and kissed his ear. "Ride me hard, Mulder," she hissed. Her words were as arousing as any caress she could have administered. He reached over her head and held on the edge of the desk, and started slamming into her in slow, hard thrusts. Her breasts were shaking from his effort. He brought one hand down and cupped her breast, pinching the nipple. Their eyes were locked on each other. Only an occasional moan or gasp broke the silence. No words were spoken. His pace gradually sped up, and as he felt her hands leaving his behind and raking up his back, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Scully felt the contractions of the long, hard muscles in his back and shoulders. She smiled as she felt her pleasure build and she trailed her hands over his shoulders and neck, and finally held his face. Mulder could see her eye muscles starting to contract as if she were squinting into the sun, and knew her orgasm was upon her. He thrust into her once and held very still, letting her feeling herself being stretched. It was hard for him not to move because he could feel her contracting around him. Each compression of her muscles drove him toward oblivion. Once she had come down, he drove into her three or four times and came himself, her name on his tongue. When he had completely emptied himself in her, he collapsed and drew his arms around and under her in a loving, tender hug, holding her as if he would never let her go again. "I love you, Scully," he murmured into her hair. "Me too, Mulder," she whispered. "Come home with me tonight." "Aw, Scully, a repeat performance won't be coming anytime soon. I'm not as resilient as I used to be." She smirked. "I know that. I want to be near you tonight. Now, let's get going. I need to get off this desk. I think there's a stapler sticking into my back and it really isn't comfortable. " "I thought you didn't like comfortable?" He leered at her, but he did lift some of his weight off of her. She shifted uncomfortably. "Mulder, I assumed you understood...that's one of the things about Jack that never worked between us." She was becoming frustrated. "He could never understand the separation between..." Mulder cut off her words with a fingertip over her lips, shushing her. She looked at him with questions in her eyes. He smiled and silently implored her to let him speak. "I understand you completely, Scully. You have worked and continue to work at proving yourself to this male-dominated society. You're so strong, Scully." He smiled, and rubbed his finger over her pouting lips. "You want to let yourself completely let go of all that pressure ...with someone you trust." He kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm hoping that someone can be me." "Oh, Mulder..." And she kissed him back, gently at first, then more insistently. Her passion stirred his, and he devoured her mouth, as their heat started to rise. He broke away from her. "I think we should go home now, before anything else happens." He got up and started handing her her clothes. She stood, putting on her blouse. "Besides," he said, lowering his voice and moving back into her personal space, "the next time we make love I want that ass of yours a nice shade of pink. You'd like that, wouldn't you Scully?" He reached around her and grabbed her bottom, giving her one not-so-playful swat. Scully dipped her head, and felt the blood rushing to her face. "Yes, I think so," she murmured. "You do understand me, don't you?" she said more to herself than to him. "Yes. Do you trust me Scully?" "Only you." "And I you." Once again clothed and professional, he placed his hand at the small of her back. "Let's go." End.