From: "Sophos" <rmnovak@pacbell.net>
Date: Sun, 11 Apr 1999 14:11:33 -0700
Subject: Sleepless Night

Title: Sleepless Night

Author: Sophos rmnovak@pacbell.net
http://home.pacbell.net/rmnovak/sophos/fanfiction.html

Rating: NC-17

Classification: MSR

Summary: Scully endures a sleepless night, while sharing a bed with Mulder

Disclaimer: The concept of the X-Files, as well as the characters of Mulder
and Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and Fox, and perhaps
most importantly David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson.

Feedback: Oh, come on, you know I want it ; )

Archive: Yes, just let me know



"Just go to sleep" she silently willed herself, turning the phrase over and
over like a mantra to clear her mind. She focused on breathing deeply, but
instead of her own breath, her attention was fixated on the deep rhythmic
breathing of her partner sleeping next to her. The proximity of his body
coupled with the warm smell of him so close to her was only fueling her
total sexual awareness of him, making her crazy and staving off sleep.
"Please, just go to sleep" she again pleaded with herself, pressing her
flushed cheek fitfully into a cooler spot of the pillow. She'd certainly had
no trouble drifting off earlier, which is exactly why she was in this
torturous predicament now.

A heavy snowfall had caused delays at the airports in Minnesota. By the time
they rented a car at the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport it was already past
10:30 pm. They should have stayed in Minneapolis instead of attempting the
long trek to Felton, where they were supposed to investigate an alleged
multiple abductee, but they didn't, of course.

The warm forced air from the heater combined with the whining of the
windshield wiper motor and a lack of sleep was causing her head to nod and
jerk in an attempt to stay awake. Mulder fiddled with the radio, but failed
to get anything but static and the occasional strains of Daytripper forcing
its way through the white noise.

She must have lost her battle against sleep because she started awake when
the car door slammed shut. The reddish glow from the motel's sign
illuminated the car. The street was bare save for the small building they
were parked in front of. Soon, the door opened and Mulder got in the car.

"Hey sleepy" he said.

"This is Felton?" She asked looking around and stretching her back.

"No, actually," Mulder said, "there were a few, uh, detours. The road we
need to take to Felton is closed due to the snow."

"So we're staying here?" she asked, too tired to argue about Mulder's sense
of direction, let alone the fact that they should have stopped long before
this.

Mulder glanced at her, "This is the thing, he only has one room, and there
aren't any vacancies for another hour and a half up the road. It's already
past 1:00, and the roads are getting pretty icy..."

"We can just stay here" she said, wearily.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yeah," she shrugged, "it'll be fine."

Of course in another moment of misappropriated maturity she had determined
that it was too cold to sleep on the floor, so here they were in bed
together. And while he seemed to be losing no sleep over their arrangement,
she was having a highly inappropriate and severely intense case of
lust-induced insomnia. To make matters worse the bed was a double, not a
queen. Mere inches separated her their bodies. Her legs tingled with desire.
Her hardened nipples literally ached to be touched. She arched her back
causing the satin of her pajamas to move across them lightly. The thrill
sent her pulse pounding between her legs. She exhaled slowly, barely
controlling the air that escaped her. She reached down and barely grazed her
clitoris through her already wet pajamas. Teeth clenched, she brought her
hand away. "No, no, no, not tonight." It was impossible to remain still. She
inched slightly closer. What would happen if she brushed against him? "God,
Mulder, just lean back, just touch me," she thought. "Touch me!" her mouth
silently formed the words, silently said his name. She squeezed her legs
together. Pulse...pulse, pulse, pulse, her muscles convulsed before she
could
stop herself. "I can't do this now," she thought, but a second later she was
squeezing those muscles again bringing on another wave of contractions. She
turned her face into the pillow, her mouth open against the cotton, and her
tongue reached out instinctively to taste the texture. "God, Mulder, please"
her silent litany continued, "I need you to...oh, I want you to fuck me."
She
bore down, squeezing her muscles again, the action causing the breath to
shudder out of her. She froze still, when Mulder moved. He rolled back into
her ever so slightly. She remained still for several moments, event though
the feel of his bare back pressing into her breasts was bringing her to an
even higher plateau of desire. She shifted dragging her nipples against him,
causing the waves of tension to build even higher within herself. Mulder
shifted into her again, this time letting his hand fall between them. His
hand was a scant centimeter from her center. So close that he had to feel
how hot she was. "Oh yeah, please" she thought. She pushed forward with her
pelvis, causing his knuckle to push into her clit. She pressed her face into
the pillow again to try to regain control. "...God...can't do this." What
was
she doing? She couldn't stop her willful hips from rocking into his hand
again. Through her mind-bending want, she knew on some level she should be
ashamed, but she couldn't deal with that right now. Mulder rolled toward
her, his hand more fully rubbing against her. She threw her head back, using
every vestige of control not to cry out. He was very nearly facing her now.
His eyes were closed, but she could see he had a raging erection. The
pressure of his hand against her was driving her nuts. He wasn't moving, but
the throbbing of her own pulse against his fist was sending her close to the
edge. She reached down tentatively and barely slid her hand against his
cock. She left her palm relaxed, as if it had just fallen there in sleep.
His pelvis surged upward, pushing his erection against her hand. She gripped
him more tightly as he thrust forward against her. This time she thrust
forward against him, as well. She was so close to oblivion, her mind could
no longer form coherent words. Her other hand clutched frantically at the
bed sheet tearing it loose from the mattress. Mulder's breath was coming in
shudders, and suddenly he growled fiercely and flipped over, grabbing Scully
by the shoulders. "OhGodohGodohGodohyes..." her mind reeled.

"No Scully!" he said, body trembling, his cock pushing into her through her
soaked pajamas. "Not like this. Not pretending we're not aware, or we don't
know what we want!" He gripped her hard, shaking her as he spoke, trying to
gain control. But, she had already lost control, and was shaking and
convulsing against him.

"I...I know what I wa...want!" she breathed in spasms, reflexively thrusting
against him. "Ugghhh Mulder" she moaned, "I want you", she grabbed at his
ass with one hand pushing him against her, and clawing her pajama bottoms
with the other. Her head thrashed from side to side. What little grasp on
control he had gave way to an expression of fierce lust. He ripped the satin
away from her, pushing himself into her before she was done climaxing. The
intensity of her orgasm pushed him over the edge almost immediately.

They lay there breathing heavily and slowly floating back to their senses.
Mulder raised up to look at her, and shrugged sheepishly, "I hope I get
another chance, because I can do a lot better than that."

Scully grinned, relieved at his humor. "So can I," she said raising an
eyebrow.

He reached up and smoothed her hair away from her face. "I just didn't want
our fist physical encounter to be...ambiguous."

"Shhh" she said placing a finger on his lips, "I know, and you're
right...enough games." She kissed him softly on the mouth, "So, let's start
over." She kissed him again, harder. His fingers entwined in the hair behind
her head, pulling her back and breaking their kiss momentarily. "I'm in love
with you, you know," he said looking at her steadily.

"I do know, me too" she breathed, and pulled him to her