Title: Wicked Author: Frances Hartman E-mail: fhartman@aol.com Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: None Category: SR Keywords: MSR Summary: The answer to the eternal question, "What's in a name?" Mind candy of the somewhat verbal sort. Disclaimer: The characters of Mulder and Scully as they appear on "The X-Files" are the sole property of Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and 1013 Productions. As far said characters and their appearance in this story goes, well I know the XF deals in extreme possibilities, but come on. Really. Special Note: Please check your reality at the door. Extra Special Note: This is an erotic fantasy. In real life, please practice safe sex. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others." -- Oscar Wilde Mulder hummed tunelessly to himself as drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. Then there were taxes to figure in, of course. His mind happily worked out the math as he drove to Scully's apartment on autopilot. Math was good. It kept his brain occupied and away from dangerous topics. Topics like the global conspiracy, whether his boss could be trusted, which close friend or family member would be threatened next, and Scully's underwear. he assured himself nobly. Lace, and a good eyeful of what was under it; breasts that, just for an instant, made Mulder consider the existence of a long forgotten God. After all, those were curves fashioned entirely by the hand of a very benevolent Creator. he mused wryly, Mulder considered himself blessed that he didn't walk around with a crippling load of masculine ego, but what ego he did have was rather bruised by his partner's blatant disregard of his. . .attributes. He had gotten enough attention from the fairer sex to believe that he wasn't totally repugnant, but still, Scully seemed immune. It was probably for the best, but that was all the more reason for him not to let on he had certainly noticed her. Mulder had no doubt that Scully could probably deck him, and in the interest of prudence, had decided long ago to mind his manners. But that didn't preclude the occasional fantasy, did it? Yes, it did, he admonished himself sternly as he pulled into the parking lot outside her building. It was Wednesday night, and he knew that Scully had a standing engagement with her mother for dinner and a movie every week. He also knew that the fact her apartment key resided next to his on his keyring was not an invitation to simply wander in and poke around her personal belongings when she wasn't there. His sneakers barely made a sound on the hardwood floor as he stepped in the apartment, heading for the kitchen. he decided. He paused suddenly at the sound of a sharp cry from the bedroom. In an instant, his Sig was in his hand and he was creeping his way down the darkened hallway, cautiously peering around the bedroom door, ready to spring. The sight that greeted him was so startling that he froze, giving his brain a moment time to assimilate the stunning picture before him. A barrage of observations tumbled through his consciousness, but two jumped out almost immediately. One. The sound had come from Scully, and she was most definitely not alone. Two. Despite the fact that she was blindfolded, with her wrists bound and secured to the headboard, she was obviously not being held against her will. He sucked in a silent breath and leaned back against the wall, his legs unable to support him suddenly. He squeezed his eyes shut. His eyes shot open at the sound of the other man's voice; a low, husky growl. "Scully," the man moaned, biting at her ear. A quick stab of jealousy pierced himr deep in the gut as he realized the stranger was using the name Mulder always thought had been specially reserved for him. But in that flash of sight, he saw her buck underneath the other man, whimpering in response. Mulder was hooked. Depending on your point of view, it was either like being a Peeping Tom, or a rubbernecker at a fatal car crash. Either way, the voyeur in Mulder had taken hold and was not letting go. Easing back into the shadows, he continued to watch the couple, seeing his darkest fantasies about his partner coming to life and feeling himself grow harder and harder with each passing second. Carefully, silently, he inched his way over to the open closet door to get a better view. He could only hope that the guy wouldn't stay the night; maybe he could slip out when Scully went into the shower. Scully began to writhe against her bonds, breasts bouncing with the effort, and Mulder bit his lip to keep from moaning aloud. Dear God, this was turning him on. His cock throbbed as the guy pulled out and flipped her over bodily, giving Mulder just a glimpse of her perfect ass before he began slamming into her. He fisted his hands, trying desperately not to give in to the urge to stroke himself in time to the sharp, gasping cries forced out of her with each of the other man's pounding thrusts. Dammit. He had always been turned on by the sounds women made during sex. Even in his wildest fantasies, he had never dared dream that Scully would be so. . .expressive. And to make matters worse, this nameless man was talking to her, taunting her, saying exactly the things that Mulder fantasized about saying to his beautiful, untouchable partner. Mulder was pretty expressive himself during sex, but he was, delicately put, a talker. Not many women responded to that particular brand of lovemaking, and he had never seen any woman respond quite as, well, enthusiastically, as Scully now was. He knew that after this experience, he was in for a lot of sleepless nights. "Oh, yeah. You like that, Scully? Huh? Is that what you want?" The man's fingertips dug into her hips. "Yes, oh, yes. . ." "Tell me what you want, Scully." The man held himself motionless, deep within her. He was nipping at her neck now, and Mulder clenched his teeth in reaction. "Say it, Scully." "Oh, please. . .fuck me. . .please. . .make me come. . ." "You want me to make you come? Are you close, Scully?" Mulder sucked in his breath as he saw her visibly react to the man's words. "Yes, yes. . .so close. . .please. . ." The man cupped those perfect, dangling breasts in his hands, pinching and twisting her stiff nipples. Mulder's fingers itched with need as Scully shrieked softly in reaction. The other man chuckled dangerously. "Yeah, Scully, just like that." He started stroking within her again, still rolling her nipples. "I want to hear you scream my name when you come. And you're going to come hard for me, aren't you, Scully?" "Yes. . .oh, God. Please. . ." She moaned sharply and Mulder swallowed hard, trembling with the wild desire to drag the other man off of her and take his place, to feel Scully's wet, heated flesh squeeze him tightly as he plunged into her. His lust spiked hot and high and air hissed quietly through his teeth as his partner lifted her blindfolded head off her bound hands, knuckles white from grasping wildly at the scarf holding her secure. "Yes. Oh, God, harder, please, please don't stop. . ." The stranger obliged, his thrusts increasing in speed and power. Her face tensed, and Mulder could practically feel the orgasm bubbling up inside of her. His own flesh leaped, throbbing in passionate sympathy. "Yeah, Scully. Come for me, baby. Come on, Scully, come for me." Mulder found himself mouthing the same words, eyes riveted on her twisting body. He was panting now, immersed in the sight and of Scully's imminent orgasm. "Let me hear you come, Scully." He bit his lip, hard, as his groin tightened dangerously. "Come on, Scully. . .say it, baby. . .say it. . ." And then the chanting started, gradually rising into pleas of ecstasy as her orgasm tore through her. "Oh god please don't stop fuck me harder Mulder please harder faster oh god Mulder I'm going to come please oh god yes Mulder please don't stop Mulderrrrrr. . ." And in the very instant that his fevered brain made sense of her words, Mulder climaxed to the sound of Scully's screams. * * * * * Mulder slumped back against the rear wall of the closet, dazed by what he had just seen, heard, and experienced. He knew he should be thinking about how to make a surreptitious exit, but he couldn't seem to force his mind past the numb post-orgasmic lethargy clouding his brain. And when he did, he just kept mentally chasing the same thought round and round in his head. Part of him was exultant that she obviously harbored the same sexual attraction that he did. Part of him was blindingly angry; all this time he had been castigating himself for his less-than professional feelings, only to find out that he wasn't alone. Part of him was bemused; he had never really considered that Scully actually had sexual needs. . .it was easier on his own sanity to believe that she was asexual. Part of him was insanely jealous that she had chosen to address those rather spectacularly passionate needs with someone other than him. And part of him was just stunned. But the part of him that kept him motionless, hiding in her closet, was the one ruled by curiosity. After all, she had just had sex with one man, and called out the name of another. But surprisingly, the other man didn't seem the least bit disturbed as he removed her blindfold and gently freed her hands, helping her to sit up. "Are you okay, Dana?" he asked solicitously, rubbing her wrists to help restore the circulation. Slowly, she nodded, her breathing and color gradually returning to normal. "Yeah," she murmured, her voice hoarse from the vocal workout. "That was great, Sean. As usual." Reaching over to the nightstand, she retrieved an envelope and handed it to him. In the shadows, Mulder's mouth dropped open. Evidently, Sean took the envelope as his cue, because he immediately stood up and began to dress. As he shrugged on his shirt, he turned to look at her. "You know, Dana—" "I know, I know. I'm weird, you don't need to tell me." Sean laughed lightly. "Now how many customers do you think I'd have if I said things like that? Besides, I've seen weird. I know weird. This," he waved a hand as if to indicate what had passed before, "is not weird." She cocked her head. "No?" "Dana, it's a fantasy. And there's nothing wrong with fantasy; you're just honest enough with yourself about the trappings you need to abandon yourself to it. I call you by the name he calls you. I say the things you think he'd say, that you wish he'd say." Mulder was struck dumb. Utterly, mind-bendingly stupefied. Scully blushed deeply. "I don't know," she murmured. "That's just the way I've always. . .well, every time I imagine it, that's how I think he'd be. Ever since I first thought about it. . ." She trailed off, her laugh self-deprecating. "But that's silly. For all I know, he's nothing like that, and I've convinced myself that he is, because that's what turns me on and I'm too embarrassed to admit it." She blushed again. "See? Silly." "It's not." Sean shook his head emphatically. "It's safe. Like I said, there's nothing wrong with fantasy. Even the blindfold makes sense; you don't want to suddenly open your eyes, see that it isn't him, and risk ruining the fantasy. This scenario, it's something I see all the time. You have nothing to feel embarrassed about." Mulder was still wrestling with the idea that Scully was retaining the services of a. . .professional. . .one impersonating him, no less. . .when the significance struck him like a thunderbolt. "But that wasn't what I was going to say," Sean continued. She arched an eyebrow, gesturing him to continue. "Dana. . ." he trailed off, suddenly looking uncomfortable. "I know it's none of my business, and we aren't supposed to get involved in the personal lives of clients, but. . .you're a beautiful, intelligent, passionate woman. . .and we've been playing this scene for a long time." The object of Scully's "scene" raised his brows in the dark. "Why don't you just tell him?" She sighed heavily. "It's complicated," she began. "We work together, and I don't want to ruin the partnership we have. It's against policy where I work. And we have this great friendship that I don't want to risk. But mostly, I guess it's because he doesn't see me that way." She bit her lip. "To him, I'm not a woman at all, just. . .well, Scully." Mulder just barely resisted the urge to leap out from his hiding place and shake her senseless. Sean grinned. "What is he, nuts?" Leaning over, he kissed the top of her head. "You know best, Dana. But I still think you should tell him." She laughed as she threw a pillow at him. "Nice to know you're so anxious to get rid of me." "Hey, I just like to know that my customers are happy. My job, you know?" He threw the pillow back at her. "By the way, I'm going to be out of town next week. If you want, I'll brief one of the other guys on what you want, assuming you trust my judgement. Unless you just want to take the week off?" She chewed on her lip for a moment, then nodded. "It's okay with me, as long as you feel right about the replacement. Just. . .I mean. . .oh, hell. Make sure it's someone I'd like, huh?" Sean nodded and waved his fingers in farewell at her, slipping out the door. Mulder desperately needed time to process, but couldn't concentrate as Scully rose from the bed and stretched, displaying her glorious body to his greedy eyes. His mouth went dry and his cock stirred to new life as she slowly ran her hands down her naked body before wandering into the bathroom. He blessed all the powers that were when she shut the door and began running the shower. Not waiting a second longer, he slipped out of the closet and made for the door. Seconds later, he was at his car, fumbling with the keys and intent on making a quick getaway, when the sound of a man cursing made him turn. Looking up, he saw Sean across the street, hands on hips, staring ruefully at a flat tire on a very expensive looking BMW. Mulder glanced wryly at his Taurus. "Excuse me, sir. Can I have a word with you?" Putting on his best official voice, he flashed his FBI badge and watched the other man's face whiten. He paused for a moment, and then with a wry smile, extended his hand. "Fox Mulder, FBI." Sean's eyes widened as the name registered and he stared at the other man speechlessly for long moments. Finally, he spoke. "Are you nuts?" Mulder gave a gusty laugh. One week later Scully was annoyed, not to mention horny. Sean had promised her that the "situation" was taken care of, and assured her that his replacement would be exactly to her liking. "I picked him out myself," he told her before he left for his vacation. "I guarantee you'll be pleased. . .in fact, you may not even want me back afterwards." "Oh, I doubt that," she reassured him. "I don't think anyone can play this part quite as well as you can." Sean just laughed and hung up. And now, the allegedly stellar replacement hadn't shown. It wasn't that she was unable to see to her problem herself. She could, and had, on those occasions when she wasn't in town for her standing Wednesday night appointment. In fact, knowing that Mulder was right next door had added a piquant spice to those furtive, solitary orgasms. It was just that it wasn't the same as the real thing. Or a reasonable facsimile, which was as close as she was likely to get. She sighed. This week, it looked like she wasn't even going to get that. And it wasn't like she was incapable of sublimating her desires. She had done that as well, particularly in those long, lonely years before she had gotten up the nerve to give her physical cravings an outlet. But tonight, she had been so ready. . . She could blame it on hormones. She could blame it on PMS. She could blame it on whatever she wanted, but deep down, she knew the culprit. It was Mulder's mouth. Everything would have been fine, but at exactly 4:56 p.m., she had let her oh-so-disciplined mind wander off work and on to tonight four minutes early. And at exactly 4:58 p.m., she had looked up to see Mulder absent-mindedly nibbling on a pencil as he studied a file. She was mesmerized. If she hadn't been studying the sight so intently, cataloguing the deep pink color of that pillowy lower lip, or slowly caressing its smooth, velvety surface with her eyes, or imagining how that pouty mouth would feel stroking over her flesh, she would never have seen the tip of his tongue snake out between his even teeth and flick lightly against the end of the eraser. Once. Then twice. She had bitten her lip, eyes locked on the hypnotically erotic sight. Then gently, his tongue had begun to rub against the pink tip, and she yanked her gaze away with a muffled curse as she tasted blood. Startled, he had looked up. "You okay, Scully?" he asked, puzzled, his mind a hundred miles away. "Yeah, I just. . .um. . .look, I'm going to go home. See you tomorrow?" He had just grunted, turning his eyes back to his file. She had been so ready tonight. But Faux Mulder was already two hours late, and with another stifled sigh, she had to accept the fact that he wasn't coming. For that matter, neither was she. Her hopes had been raised too high to be sated with the action of her own fingers, no matter how clever, or electrical stimulation, no matter how indefatigable. Mulder's Apartment Arlington, VA It wasn't that he didn't want to. For God's sake, he would have been hard-pressed at that moment to think of anything he wanted to do more. And after a long talk with Sean the previous week, he had the perfect opportunity. It was just so damned dishonest. Running away from the truth didn't bother him. But putting a lie in its place was something he couldn't countenance, and he knew that even if Scully never forgave him for it, he had to be honest. Uh, no. Maybe that much honesty was bad. The question of whether or not to tell her that he had watched her last week was something that didn't need to be addressed right away, and wasn't really the point anyway, he decided. Maybe he'd tell her, maybe not. He could always call Sean and blackmail him into keeping his mouth shut. But one thing was for damned sure; he was going to tell her up front how much he wanted her, and let the chips fall where they may. He sure as hell couldn't live through another week like the last one. It had been bad enough when he had only his own fantasies to torment him. But now, he had the knowledge of Scully's passion for him tormenting him as well. And to top it all off, his fantasies now had a decided edge of reality about them, and those visions and memories were damn near driving him crazy. And it was a trip he made with alarming frequency this week, ever since he realized that she kept staring at his mouth. Repeatedly, he had been talking to her, talking on the phone, or simply looking over a file and caught her studying his mouth with a sort of hungry, jungle-woman look in her eyes. A look that was so blatant, so sensual, he wondered why he'd never noticed it before. Mulder had always known that his mouth was his best feature; enough women had told him that over the years that he pretty much took it for granted. He also knew that he had something of an oral fixation; if the sunflower seeds, the pencils, the chewing gum, and the years of smoking hadn't clued him in, the women who had joyfully told him that would have. He just hadn't consciously juxtaposed the two things before, with Scully as a backdrop. He hadn't been trying to tease her, honestly. When his mind was on other things, it was just. . .what he did. But today, she had looked so flustered and discomposed when she darted out of the office he let his mind play back over what he had been doing just before she left. He tasted the dryness of the eraser on his tongue, and with startling clarity, he followed her train of thought, translating the imagery into a vivid, Technicolor picture in his head. He couldn't take it anymore. Heedless of the surveillance devices that he knew were no doubt all over his office, he eased his chair back from the desk. It took less than a dozen strokes before he came all over his hand. Oh, no. He could not live through another week like the last one. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door. Scully's Apartment Georgetown, MD 10:10 p.m. She had already resigned herself to a lonely, sleepless night, when she heard the knock on her door. Looking down at her satin pajamas and bathrobe, she shrugged. Unable to quell the surge of desire that suddenly welled up inside her, she rushed to the door and yanked it open. "Mul—" She broke off in consternation. * * * * * He hadn't banked on that, nor had he counted on the fact that she would think it was. . .him. Or not him, actually, but a "not him" pretending to be him. He'd purposely waited a decent length of time just to ensure that she wouldn't think that. "What do you want, Mulder?" Scully immediately regretted the harsh tone of her voice. But damn it all, he was the last person she wanted to see right now. For a moment, she reflected on the irony, and dismissed it. She could deal with that particular existential crisis later. For right now, she just wanted to be left the hell alone. Forcibly, she softened her tone. "I'm sorry. Is something wrong?" "No, well, yeah. Actually, yeah." He blinked a few times, and shook his head. "Can I come in, Scully? I. . .we need to talk." Her brows furrowed as she waved him inside the apartment and shut the door, locking it firmly behind him. "Are you okay, Mulder? You want some coffee?" "I'll make coffee. Why don't you…get dressed, okay?" He nodded decisively, as if approving of the plan. "I'll make coffee while you put something on." Keeping his eyes averted, he vaguely gestured toward the bedroom, his arm dropping awkwardly at his side. "Get dressed. . .are we going somewhere, Mulder? What should I—" He cut her off. "No, we're not, and it doesn't matter." His face was in semi-profile, and she could see a muscle jumping in his jaw. "Just get dressed." "Mulder?" Concern was evident in her voice. He turned to face her. "Please." She caught her breath as she recognized the expression in his darkened eyes. Desire. For her. Hesitantly, she touched his arm. "Mulder, you—" She broke off as he pulled away from her almost violently. "You said you wanted to talk." Her voice was suddenly shaky as she studied him, an awful tension radiating from his tautly held body. "Talk, Scully?" He practically snarled the words. He closed his eyes as he turned away, taking several deep, calming breaths. "I think you should give me a minute, if that's what you want. I think. . .and I'm asking you nicely here, Scully. . .I think you really, really, should get dressed." "I will. But I want to know what's wrong." she silently begged. "What's going on in your head, Mulder?" A harsh bark of laughter escaped his lips. "Oh, I don't think you want to know. I think you'd shoot me where I stand." She raised an eyebrow. "And I think you'd be surprised." "Would I?" Mulder turned to face her, a strange expression on his face. "I don't think I'm capable of being surprised anymore, Scully." Helplessly, his eyes flicked over her body and he quickly turned away again, hands fisting at his sides. Silently, she exulted. "Even by the truth?" Softly, she placed the palm of her hand on his back, feeling the muscles jerk under her fingers. "The truth." He shook his head. "As you once said to me, I have the truth. Now what I want are the answers." Without warning, his hold on his temper and control snapped. Thowing caution to the winds, he spun around and grabbed her by the shoulders, putting his face very close to hers. "I was here last week, Scully. I saw you. I came by last Wednesday to drop off a file and I saw you. I heard you. Everything, Scully." She froze in his grip, her eyes never leaving his face. "So I want the answers, Scully. Why? Why didn't you tell me you felt that way? Why did you let me believe that for years, I was the only one thinking of us together? Why did you let me lie awake night after night on the road, biting my lip so you wouldn't hear me through the connecting door, praying you'd never know that it was your name I was moaning when I came, when you were doing the very same thing? And most of all, how did you know exactly how I'd make love to you?" He shook her once, lightly. "Do you know what it was like? I stood there in the shadows and watched him with you. He touched you just the way I would. He kissed you, licked you, sucked you, just the way I would. It was like looking in some kind of X-rated mirror. And then he talked to you, Scully. He said things to you that I only dream of saying. And I do, Scully. I do dream of saying those things, exactly those things. When I'm home, lying on my couch, stroking myself and pretending it's you touching me, I say just those things to you. Do you know what that did to me?" Eyes wide, she slowly shook her head. "I'll tell you. I came, Scully. Without ever touching myself, I came. Hard. Right when you screamed my name." His eyes blazed down at her. "Like some kind of Pavlovian response. You scream my name in my fantasies when you come, over and over. Because you can't help yourself. Because I tell you to." He shook her again, a little harder this time. "How did you know?" The harsh motion jarred her from her shock, and she trembled beneath his hands. "I. . .I didn't know. But when I think of you like that. . ." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "It's like I hear your voice in my head. I just know what you'd say, how you'd be. It got so that I didn't know if I imagined it because it turned me on, or if it turned me on because I imagined that's what you'd be like." She closed her eyes, unable to look at him anymore. "I told him to keep calling me Scully. You're the only one who ever calls me that. Every time I'd hear my name, I'd think it was you doing those things to me. . ." She broke off, drawing a deep, shuddering breath. "Saying those things. . ." He stepped behind her, pulling her hips back against his so she could feel his erection pressing hard against the curve of her buttocks. "Saying what things, Scully?" he breathed in her ear, air tickling her sensitive flesh. "Telling you how much I want you? How hard you make me?" He rocked his hips, rubbing against her. "Do you feel that, Scully?" "Yes," she gasped, the word catching in her throat as she leaned back against him. "Yeah, you feel that. You feel how hard I am. For you, Scully. You want me to tell you how hot you make me?" His tongue flicked out to tease lightly and he smiled as he felt her breathing hitch. "This afternoon. You were watching me this afternoon, weren't you, Scully? Just before you left." "Yes. . ." The word was more breath than sound, and he smiled again. "I didn't even realize what I was doing until you ran out the door. Then I thought about it. You were watching my mouth, weren't you? Watching my tongue. Picturing it on your body." A tiny sound escaped from deep in her throat, the barest moan of assent. "I looked at that eraser, round, pink, and hard, and wondered what you were thinking. Were you picturing my tongue on your nipples, Scully? Did you imagine me taking them in my mouth, nibbling on them, flicking my tongue over them? Did you want me to suckle your nipples, Scully?" She moaned again, the two buds peaking as if in answer, begging for his touch. Still, he didn't touch her, except to brush his fingers over her hips where he still grasped her lightly, and to caress her ear with his lips as he spoke, using her name over and over in a hot, dark voice that drove her wild. "I wasn't thinking about that, Scully." She whimpered in disappointment, and he nipped at her neck in teasing compensation. "Oh, no. I was thinking more about my tongue on your clit. Just licking the very tip of it. Teasing you. I swear I could taste you on my lips. And you were so hot. So sweet. So wet. Are you wet now, Scully?" He didn't touch her, but she shuddered in his arms as if he had. "Mulder. . ." Her hands drifted down to clutch his hips, bringing him closer. Reflexively, he thrust against her at the sound of his name and sucked in his breath. "I'll take that as a yes." He suckled her earlobe briefly in approbation. "I pictured rubbing my tongue over your clit, teasing you, tasting you, and I got very, very hard, Scully. Just like now." He ran his hand down her thigh and back up again. "I imagined you writhing in my arms, begging me to keep licking you, begging me to make you come, and I couldn't stand it. Right there in the office, after you left, I had to touch myself. I just had to." Her hand slipped between their bodies to cup his erection through his jeans, and it was his turn to moan as she began to squeeze him rhythmically. "Yeah, Scully. Like that," he growled, pushing his hips forward into the cradle of her hand. "I touched myself, just like that. And I came, Scully. I thought of your taste on my lips and I came in my hand." After a few heated moments, he pulled himself away from her, need clawing at him. She whimpered at the loss of contact. "Mulder, please…" He licked her earlobe again, lingering to trace the whorls of flesh with the tip of his tongue. "Please what, Scully? Tell me what you want." His long fingers toyed with the tie on her robe, and her eyes were drawn to the sight of his elegant hands idly playing with the fabric. "Tell me," he breathed, stirring the hair along the side of her face. "Touch me," she whispered, dropping her head back against his shoulder so she could look up at his strong jaw, her arms snaking around his neck. Dimly, she felt him untie the belt and her robe fell open, exposing her satin-clad body to his gaze. "Please, Mulder. I need. . .oh, God." Her reply was lost in sensation as she felt those sensitive fingers stroking over her unbound breasts, cupping her in his hands. Her aching nipples hardened even further, poking against her pajama top in sharp relief. "Is this what you need, Scully?" His fingers trailed over her breasts, pausing to flick gently at the sensitive tips. She cried out sharply at the contact, and entranced by her response, he did it again. To his delight, she bucked in his arms as if he had touched her with a live wire. "God, Scully," he gasped as a wave of desire hit him broadside at her intense reaction to his caress. Bending his head, he began to trace feathery patterns over the side and nape of her neck with his tongue as he teased delicately at her nipples. She trembled in his arms, hands clenching in his hair as she arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands with a deep moan. "Yeah, Scully, let me hear you," he murmured in her ear as he began to massage her aching mounds, now rolling the nipples firmly between his fingers. "That was why I stayed that night, you know," he whispered softly as he tightened his grip fractionally on her sensitive flesh. "The sounds you made. Every moan, every whimper, made me hotter and harder. I know I should have left, but I had to know what you sounded like when you came." Her hips began to rock against him, and he answered her motion with a steady counterpoint. Lightly, he suckled on her neck. "You like this, Scully?" "Mulder," she gasped out, barely able to catch her breath. "Mulder. . .you have to stop. . .I'm too. . .please, I'm going to. . ." The rest of her words were swallowed in another helpless moan. Weakly, she struggled against him. He chuckled darkly. "You're going to what, Scully?" Easily, he subdued her, one hand sliding up her thigh to snake smoothly under the leg of her satin shorts. "Are you going to come, Scully? I haven't even touched you yet," he admonished her gently, lightly toying with the edges of her pubic hair. He was rewarded by a new kind of moan, a wild, pleading sound that set his senses ablaze. Suddenly, he didn't think he was in the mood to tease her anymore. "Are you close, Scully?" he gritted out, fingers playing in the wetness between her thighs. She sagged against him as her hips bucked, and effortlessly, he took her slight weight. "Do you want to come for me, Scully?" "Yes, Mulder, please," she begged, unable to control the dictates of her body. "Please. . .make me come, Mulder. I need you," she panted. "I need you to make me come." "Jesus." His head swam as he plunged two long fingers inside her body, then three. His thumb rubbed lightly against her clit. His teeth nipped at the base of her neck. His free hand pinched her nipples. "Come on, Scully. Let me hear you come." She began to cry out as she had the other night, the sounds echoing in tandem with the deep thrusting of his fingers. "Yeah, Scully. Come for me. It's me, baby. It's Mulder. Come for me. I want. . ." He took a deep breath. "I want you to know it's me. I want to hear it on your lips when you come, Scully." His words penetrated the erotic haze like a bolt of lightning. That realization was all she needed to push her over the edge. Instantly, she exploded, his name torn from her lips on a sharp scream. "Mulder!!!!!" She bucked hard in his embrace, nails digging into his arms as the spasms ripped through her. Over and over again, her body jerked, buffeted by waves of sensation. When she surfaced from the depths, it was to find that he was holding her tightly, hands still playing with her. She moaned as her hunger began to rise again. "Oh, yeah, Scully. I want it again. I want to hear that again. You are so beautiful when you come. Be wild for me, Scully, come for me again." The fingers inside her stilled as he began to vibrate his thumb against the very tip of her clitoris, and a fierce burning began where he touched her, spreading quickly down her thighs and into the depths of her womb. Helplessly, she began to roll her head from side to side, the knot of tension inside her tightening. "God. Even I can feel that, Scully. I can feel you squeezing my fingers." Unable to help himself, he began to thrust against her ass in response, matching the rhythmic clenching of her channel. "You want it again, don't you? You're going to come for me again." He didn't know how much longer he could hold out, but he needed to. Needed to see her climax again before he took his release. Because of him. For him. For him, not for some faceless man wearing his name. Quickly, he pulled away from her, and before she could protest, he had tumbled them both to the carpet. With a harsh jerk, he tore the front of her pajama top open and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as his hand found her wetness again. She mewled in passion, clawing at his back as her hips rose to meet his hand. Roughly, he pulled his head away and captured her gaze with his. "Keep your eyes open, Scully," he demanded, his fingers swirling insistently over the hyper- sensitive bundle of nerves at her core. "I need you to see me. I want you to know who's making you come." "You are," she gasped, eyes locked on him. "Please, Mulder. . .I can't. . .I want you inside me. . ." "Soon, Scully," he promised, quickly sliding her shorts off of her with his free hand. "Soon. I want to see you come again. Come for me, and you'll feel me inside you." Swinging over her, he unbuttoned his jeans and eased himself free, never ceasing the stimulation of her most sensitive flesh. She gasped at the sight of him, hot, hard, and throbbing. "Mulder, please. . .I need you now. . .I can't wait. . .oh, God. . ." Tremors began to shake her body harder and harder as her orgasm began to build. "Any second now, Scully. God, I can see you starting to come. I'm right here, Scully, come for me again." He knelt between her legs, and taking his steely cock in his hand, began to rub the head against her hardened clit. "Oh, God. . ." She was shaking uncontrollably, feeling his heated flesh stroking her. "Mulder, please, don't stop. . .I'm going to. . .oh, my god, Mulder. . ." "Yeah, Scully. Tell me. . ." "I'm going to come, Mulder, please, please. . ." "Please what, Scully?" His eyes burned into hers as he rubbed his cock against her faster, up and down. Demanding. Insistent. "What do you want, Scully?" "I'm going to oh my God Mulder I'm going to come so hard fuck me Mulder please god fuck me I'm coming Mulder please Mulder. . ." Her moans turned to shrieks as, all control gone, Mulder slammed into her, deep and fast. For an instant, he held himself deep inside, stroking insistently with his fingertips as her silken wetness pulsed around him. "Don't stop, please, Mulder, don't stop," she begged urgently, hips thrusting up against him. "Scully, my God," he groaned, setting up a rhythm that was hot and powerful, hard and fast. Slipping his hands beneath her hips, he pulled her up to meet him as he thrust deeper, faster, glorying in her wild response. He gritted his teeth, trying to last, trying to prolong the most spectacular, extended orgasm it had ever been his privilege to witness, but far too soon, he could feel his passion boiling up from the base of his spine. "God, Scully," he gasped out. "I can't. . .I'm going to come. . .one more time, Scully. Come with me this time. . ." "Mulder, don't stop. . .please. . .I want to see you…" Unable to hold back any longer, he pounded into her with long, savage strokes. Animal, gutteral cries tore from his throat, mingling with her frantic pleas as at long last, his orgasm rolled up through his abdomen and exploded, engulfing him in white-hot passion. Moments later, she arched her back, dug her nails into his shoulders and convulsed wildly, heedless of the sense of her climactic sobs. "God yes Mulder I love you Mulder don't stop I love you love you. . ." He barely had enough strength to keep from collapsing on top of her. With his last remaining bit of coordination, he rolled to the side, wrapping an arm about his delightfully tousled partner and anchored her firmly against him. For long moments, they lay there, letting their breathing and pulses subside, slowly letting their senses return to normal. It was then that Mulder realized he was still capable of being surprised by Scully. The sex had been amazing. Mind-blowing, stunningly, phenomenally amazing. He never would have expected it. Hoped for it, yeah. Expected it? Never. Yeah, the sex had knocked him off his feet. But it was her revelation at the peak of passion that brought him to his knees. He was fairly sure that she didn't realize what she'd said, and perversely, this pleased him even more. He had never seen a woman so abandoned in orgasm as his Scully. She certainly wouldn't have been capable of censoring anything she said in those moments. And yet, that was the one thing she hadn't said in her evening with Sean. Hadn't said it, because until tonight, she hadn't been with the real thing. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes. His Scully. From day one, he knew he had her mind. It hadn't taken him long before he realized that in some dark way, he had her soul, too. Tonight, he had her body. And it seemed that he had her heart, too. It was simultaneously awe-inspiring and humbling. He had never dared believe it could happen. Something cold deep within his battered psyche thawed and slowly warmed. Someday soon, they would talk. Really talk, and just maybe, he would find the words to tell her that she had him, mind, heart, body and soul as well. He smiled and pulled her closer. Soon. She sat up and gazed down at his sleepy, sated expression. "Come to bed, Mulder." Tugging on his hand, she pulled him to his feet and led him down the hall to her bedroom. To her surprise, he paused in the doorway, and she turned to look at him quizzically. She couldn't read his expression, but he looked. . .nervous? shy? "Are you sure? I could stay on the couch, if. . ." He trailed off awkwardly. She smiled softly. "Come to bed," she repeated, taking his hands and coaxing him into the room. Like a child, he stood before her as she undressed him and when he was as naked as she, she pulled him into bed beside her. In moments, they had resumed their earlier position, Mulder on his back with Scully curled up at his side, head on his shoulder. "Hey." His voice was husky in the darkness. "What?" She glanced up at him in surprise as she felt his hand softly caress her cheek. She barely had time to take a quick breath before she felt his soft, warm mouth settle sensuously over hers. It was a kiss brimming with gentle passion and tenderness, and so at odds with what had gone before that she was taken aback. All too soon, he released her, touching his lips to her forehead a final time. "Good night, Scully," he murmured in her ear, urging her head back down to rest on his shoulder. "Good night, Mulder," she replied, brushing a soft kiss over his collarbone before relaxing against him, feeling oddly safe and comforted. It was then she realized that had been their first kiss. she whispered silently, a swelling ache in her chest and behind her eyes. Tomorrow, she promised herself, they would talk. Really talk, and just maybe, she would tell him that he had her, mind, heart, and soul as well as body. She smiled and nuzzled closer. Tomorrow. Scully closed her eyes and slept, safe in Mulder's arms.