Date: Wed, 27 May 1998 00:05:36 -0400 From: Agent DM Subject: EP> Evening Wear 1/3 NC-17 TITLE: Evening Wear 1/3 AUTHOR: Crash E-MAIL: mamymac@juno.com CLASS: H V MSR RATING: NC-17 for adult situations SUMMARY: Broken pipes at Mulder's apartment force him to spend an evening in Scully's by himself. Our favorite FBI Agent does a little snooping and makes an interesting discovery. SPOILERS: US Season 5. KEYWORDS: MULDER/SCULLY ROMANCE ARCHIVE: Anywhere you like as long as my name, addy and disclaimer stay with it. DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner and the X-Files belong to Fox Broadcasting, Ten Thirteen Productions, Chris Carter and the actor's who portray them. No infringement is intended and no profit is being made. This fanfic contains adult situations, so if you're under 18 SCRAM! Feedback of the constructive nature is gratefully accepted at mamymac@juno.com Author's notes at end. Evening Wear By Crash I shouldn't be in here. But I am. My thirst to know the truth has gotten the better of me again. I shouldn't have this drawer open, invading her personal space like this, yet the drawer is open. I am shocked by what I have found. No normal man I know would wear a size this small, so I can only assume they were purchased to fit her tiny frame. As I stare at my own attire, I am staggered by the implications of what I have found here tonight. I both curse and cheer the boredom that brought me to this point. Yes, that. This point. I suppose I should start from the beginning. I came home a few nights ago to find a gaping, dripping hole in the ceiling. I had the most interesting view of the bottom of my upstairs neighbor's apartment. Now, Mrs. Thomas is a nice enough lady, but I really don't care to have a skylight into her home. It was bad enough when I could merely guess at what she was doing up there by the sounds she was making. This lovely hole would leave nothing to the imagination. The pipes had burst from the cold. The rat bastard I call a landlord informed us both it would be three weeks before the hole would be properly fixed. Seems there were a rash of these problems after the last cold snap. I tried. I really did. I slept at my place for four entire nights before=85 "Scully, I can't take it anymore. The woman snores. She has six cats and BESIDES it just isn't natural to have to worry about wandering around your own apartment in the buff. I don't like to have to wear clothes when I don't want to." As usual she kept working on the stack of paperwork in front of her, she paused briefly to look at me and raise an eyebrow. She's so aloof, yet I know her well enough that I can see the wheels turning in her head. She's trying to formulate a solution for me, God love her scientific mind. She lowers her head back to the paperwork at hand. "Why don't you just demand your landlord pay for you to stay in a hotel until the repairs are done, Mulder?" "I tried that. He showed me the lease I signed. He's under no obligation in cases such as this. I even asked if there was an empty unit one of us could stay in. But you know what housing is like in Alexandria. Everything is rented up." She stopped writing and looked up, her blue eyes slightly obscured from the glare of her desk lamp on her glasses. I hate that damn lamp. It keeps me from seeing her eyes and her eyes can often give away her thoughts if you look hard enough. I wonder if she has that lamp strategically placed. "I'm going to mom's for the weekend, Mulder. You can stay in my guest bedroom tonight and Saturday night. We can discuss what happens from there when I return Sunday." "Really, Scully? I mean, I wasn't fishing for an invite. I was just fuming." "I know, Mulder. And it was keeping me from finishing this paperwork. Now, you have a place to stay for a couple of days, can I get back to work?" As promised, she dove right back into her work. Work is one of Scully's walls. My aloof partner puts more time and energy into keeping everyone out, including me. She wants to deal with everything on her own. It would be weakness to admit she needed help with something or needed someone. That's just how she is. But I know she has needs. I know Scully too well, and once in awhile those walls come down in my presence, even when she isn't aware of it. Our last case is a prime example. We were working your "garden-variety child killer with satanic overtones" case in a small town in California. The bastard would kidnap these children and sacrifice because he claimed Beelzebub himself told him too. The local authorities knew this because of a series of letters this man who called himself, Satan's Child wrote to them. When he kidnapped a boy from Arizona, we were called in. The San Francisco field office wanted me to do a profile on this guy. Scully and I arrived in time for victim number ten. I watched her perform the autopsy. Her surgical mask couldn't hide the horror written on her pale face as she looked at the hundreds of cuts and mutilations on the little girl's body. The child couldn't have been more than four years old. About the same age as the daughter Scully just lost. Something like that would have been nearly impossible for you or I to do. But not Scully. In true Scully fashion she performed the autopsy, helped me with the investigation and managed to tackle and cuff the jackass when we cornered him in an abandoned warehouse. She said she was fine. She lied. We got back to our hotel room really late that night. She was so tired. Dark circles ringed her eyes and there was a slump in her shoulders that ordinarily isn't there. We went to our respective rooms and the adjoining doors were open. Mine was wide open. Hers was cracked to afford her the necessary amount of privacy she demands. I changed into my heather gray t-shirt and black boxers. When we're on a case, I always wear that to bed. Personally, I'd rather sleep naked but given my predilection for bursting in on Scully late at night with an idea about a case, I have to have SOME clothing on. Silk does feel good on my skin, so it's the best I can make of the situation. I flopped down on the bed and started channel surfing. The case was over and, although I was haunted by what I saw, I was attempting to put it out of my memory. I was somewhat succeeding, until an irregularly long pause between commercials allowed me to hear soft sobbing behind one of our connecting doors. I jumped out of bed, pushed the door open and found her sitting at one of those rickety hotel tables. Her face was in her hands, so was my heart. I walked as close to her as I dared, only a few feet away. She hadn't even noticed I was there. "Scully? Hey, what is it?" Her blue eyes flashed around to mine. I knew I wasn't supposed to be there. I wasn't supposed to see this. If she was going to break down it would be by herself and she didn't need me around to watch it. I could almost hear her saying the words. But she didn't and her eyes were saying something far different. Pain filled them along with the tears. She was shaking. Before I knew what I was doing, I bridged the final steps to her and knelt before her. I spread my arms and she launched herself into them. I was completely shocked. The walls were totally down and she was allowing herself to need me. If I hadn't been so scared for her I would have laughed at the novelty of the situation. I rose up slowly bringing her with me. I just held her for a long time and stroked her back. She cried for awhile but eventually stopped. She began stroking my back in much the same rhythm I was hers. We were comforting each other. Well, it might have been comforting to her. I was cursing my male hormones because being that close to her, smelling her shampoo and perfume=85feeling the silk of her pajamas and her skin=85well I was hopelessly aroused. She must have noticed because she suddenly stopped moving her hands over my back. As she dropped one of her hands, I could swear I felt her pass her hand over the silk of my shorts. "Mulder?" Shit. "Yeah, Scully." She was suddenly flustered. She stood up and quickly turned around. The brief look I did get at her face, she was flushed and then her back was to me. "I=85I'm sorry Mulder, I shouldn't have come unglued like that=85thank you for coming over here=85but really=85I, I should go to bed now." "OK, Scully. Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm fine Mulder." She walked over near the bed, keeping her back to me. I had to pass her on my way out the connecting door. I stopped and placed a hand on her shoulder. It startled her and she jumped and whirled to face me. I expected to see anger and fright in her expressive blue eyes, but instead I saw something indescribable. Her lips were slightly parted and she seemed to be having trouble breathing. At first, I DID think it was fright, so I placed a small kiss on her forehead as reassurance. But there was something about the way she gripped my shoulder and looked into my eyes afterward that blew me away. The wall had tumbled and all of her emotions were right there for me to see. But she quickly ushered me through the door so she could hide them away once more. I thought I knew what I saw there that night in her troubled blue eyes. But as I stand here this night, I hold evidence that supports my thoughts. As always, I have gone about getting this evidence the wrong way. But I can't help it. I am who I am and I have to know. Now that I think I do, I'm not sure WHAT to do. I came here, to her apartment, a little after nine this Friday evening. She left for her mother's right after work. Apparently, her mother hasn't been feeling well and Scully went up to check in on her and buy some groceries for her. Her mother came down with a particularly nasty flu Thursday night. She hasn't been able to do a thing and Scully being Scully had to go see to her mother. So there I was, alone in Scully's apartment. I tried to watch one of my videos, but somehow that didn't seem right watching that in her home. I channel surfed for awhile and discovered that television is indeed a vast wasteland. I found myself staring at her walls. Scully's walls, the physical ones of course, but here I was on the inside again. I took in the tasteful prints she has up; they all tie in precisely with her furniture. Just like her, neat and precise. I wandered into the kitchen on the pretense of finding something to eat, instead I found myself taking stock of her cupboards and refrigerator. No expired milk. No rotten eggs. Perfectly good milk, juice, an untouched six pack of diet soda and a half empty bottle of spring water. The cupboards were loaded with spaghetti noodles, sauce, some soup and tea. I found one full of vitamins and then another with various over the counter remedies for colds and for headaches. Looked just like it should. A doctor lives here. One that is seldom home but that takes care of herself. Her desk is neat as a pin to. All the envelopes are in this little slot thing where she can get right to them. The stamps are placed strategically next to that. There is another slot with bills that need paying. I knew that because they were all marked with her precise handwriting giving the exact date they should be paid. She has a cup with two pens and two pencils. There was also a blank legal pad next to the pins. The computer's screen was completely free of dust. I didn't open the drawer to her desk. I only surveyed what is on top. At that moment, I wasn't ready to look below the surface. In retrospect, that's what I do with her every day. Not because I don't want to delve below the surface, but simply because she doesn't want me too. Am I that afraid of the consequences? Perhaps I am. I've lost so much in my pathetic life. I've never really had the luxury of friends. I suppose the Gunmen are my friends, but we aren't close. I mean, they aren't people I'd share my inner most secrets with. But Scully is different. I've told her so many things. I've trusted her with so much. I suppose I don't dive below to the murky depths that are Scully out of an unspoken code between us. I trust her with my quest. She trusts me not to intrude on her more than private life. And now, I've broken that trust. I walked from her desk back to the television and perused the collection of videos she had in the cabinet beneath the tube. I found a bunch of old movies and chick flicks; all of it was stuff I figured Scully for liking. It's really weird. I know so much about her but so little. I can tell you how she takes her coffee, what she likes to eat, what colors she prefers to dress in, even something as intimate as what is enough to make her cry. Yet there is so little I know about this person who is my partner. I had to know more. I was seated in a cross-legged position on her floor looking at her videos. When I finished looking at those, I rose and turned around to find my next stop. I was facing her bedroom. I've been in there before. In fact, once she almost took her top off in front of me in that room. Boy do I wish I'd waited a moment before opening my mouth that night. But even that night, when I'd had a long time to myself in that room alone, as much as I may have wanted to, I did not violate her trust. Tonight I crossed the line. I walked into her room and took in the light blue d=E9cor she's selected for the room. It's quite soothing actually. I stared at all the photos of her family. I think I even know what Charlie looks like now. But then I found myself standing in front of her dresser. The delicate smell of jasmine was the first thing that got to me. She has these two scented candles on top of the bureau. A little girly for Scully, but then I am seeing all sorts of things I never have about her tonight. So I opened the top drawer. I know I shouldn't have, but I'm a guy, and I've had fantasies about Scully's undergarments since that first case when she came to me clad in nothing but. I was rewarded with an assortment of pastel colored satin bras and panties. I also found this leopard print set. Whoa, Scully. I didn't know she had it in her. I don't have to tell you what effect that had on me. Like I said, I'm a guy. But in all honesty, and I'm not just saying this so you won't think I'm a jerk, it's more than physical with her. I love her. I can't admit it to her, but I do. Yes, I want her too, what man wouldn't? She's smart and sexy and caring. I know others don't always see her that way, but she is. They don't know her. Hell, I don't know her that well, but I at least know she isn't the Ice Queen. There is a fire burning in that soul. I've been burned by it on more than one occasion. Tonight is no exception. So I opened the next drawer and pushed on with my voyage of discovery. I wonder what you can learn about a person by their undergarments. I'm finding some really interesting stuff in these drawers. A couple of frilly teddies that I bet she's never worn. I'd like to see her in the black lace one though. That one has my mind reeling. I push the frilly unmentionables aside and that's when I found them. I will never be the same. Lying on top of a bunch of those silk pajamas that she's always wearing I found them. They look exactly like the ones I am wearing. A pair of black silk boxers and just underneath, a heather gray t-shirt just like mine. I pull the boxers up to my face and inhaled. God, I know this is wrong but it feels so good to smell her intermingled with the jasmine. It is rapture. This is more than likely the closest I'll ever get to being with her. I feel selfish, but hell I've been denied so much. What will this hurt? One sick little indulgence to temporarily soothe a fantasy that keeps me awake most nights. I turn all the lights off in the house and light one of those jasmine candles. I lie back on her bed lost in the smell of Scully and jasmine. I am struggling with the urge to do something really perverse right here in her bed. I guess there is some decency left in me. I succeed at that but manage to fall fast asleep in the forbidden luxury of her bed. XxX I'm not sure I can believe what I'm seeing. I'm horrified, transfixed and aroused all at once. Is that plausible? I swear to God, you give the man an inch he takes a mile or your bed, which ever fits his mood. Part of me wants to scream at him. Another has ideas I don't even want to entertain at the moment. In a sense, he's betrayed me. But in that betrayal he's revealed something I'm not sure I can ignore. Revealed. It appears lots of things have been revealed to my truth-seeking partner. I can only guess at some of what he's discovered this evening. I knew when I allowed him free rein in my apartment he'd do some snooping. I had no idea he'd go this far. I have absolutely no brains when it comes to this man. I simply can not understand how someone who treasures logic as much as I do, can simply toss it aside with abandon when it comes to this one man. But then, not every man is Fox Mulder. I've known that about him all along. I've known my weakness for him. Usually, I'm able to ignore it. I've worked hard crafting the walls that keep the outside out. My work is formidable and most can not get through. But Mulder, Mulder is another story. He saw my walls long ago. He long ago decided he'd scale them whether I liked it or not. To say he knows me would be a gross understatement. I'm sure he would tell you he only knows what he can of me. But he knows far more than I've let even my family know about who I am. My own mother accused me of as much tonight. Mom knew something was bothering me. I refused to tell her. I just kept telling her it wasn't important. She chastised me and told me, "I bet you'd talk to Fox about it." Little did she know, Fox was it. My carefully crafted walls have come down in front of Mulder before, but he obliterated them on the last case we were on. I had no business going on that case so shortly after Emily died. None at all. Mulder even told me I shouldn't go. But I wasn't about to admit to him, or to myself, that I wasn't ready to handle it. Dana Scully can handle anything. Well, that's simply not true. You aren't supposed to be able to "handle" dead children, I don't care who you are. You shouldn't be able to "handle" dead people. But with adults I feel a sense of remorse but then the need to do my job and find the person that put deceased under my scalpel takes over. I couldn't do that with these children. Not after losing one of my own. So I broke down. We caught the bad guy, case closed. But not for that little girl's parents. Their agony is just beginning. There's the funeral and then the trial. I can't even imagine. So I walked through the door of my hotel room and I lost it. I had to let go, because if I held on any longer I was going to snap in two. Mulder must have radar. I have no idea how he heard me crying. But all of a sudden, there he was and I was too weak to push him away. The walls were gone and there was nothing there to protect me. It was just me, my emotions and Mulder. It felt like doom. He held me. At first I was petrified when he opened his arms to me, but then I needed to hold onto something because I was being blown apart. He held me. He rubbed my back. Slowly I started to come back together. At first I thought I'd relax. I was wrong. I was standing there inhaling his scent and my nerves sparked with each light touch of his hand. It was intoxicating. I know I was already weak, but for once I wanted to be really weak. Apparently, he felt it to because I could feel him. Pressing against me through the thin, satiny fabric of those black silk boxers I could feel him and his need. I'm almost ashamed to admit my need was just as bad. Almost. But the walls started to come back up. I knew it was wrong to have those feelings then. I stopped it before it started and we were back to being safe. I was wrong again. As I pushed him away from me, he saw it in my eyes. Desire and love. Even as thick as Mulder can be, he had to know. If he didn't know he had a huge clue. But who are we kidding? We've loved each other for so long. We've never been able to admit it, but who wouldn't know that it's there. We've only been kidding ourselves. For almost a week after that I fantasized about what might have happened had I not pushed him away. I tried to feel bad about the less than parternerly feelings I was having towards him, but that went away. My mind's eye kept tossing up the image of running my hands under that t-shirt and those boxers. Then, this past Monday, I broke down. I stopped by the mall on the way home from work. I've found myself walking through the men's department several times looking for this ensemble he wears strictly out of a respect for my modesty. I'm not completely na=EFve. He doesn't have to tell me he's a sleep in the nude kind of man. There are things I just know about Mulder. I found the garments with little difficulty. I bought them, albeit in a size that wouldn't dwarf me like one's that would actually fit him would have. I suppose it was a pathetic little fantasy, but when he held me that night I felt safer than I had since learning of my remission, my second chance. It felt good and I wanted to find some way to relive it, if only in my fantasies. I have slept in them ever since. So then Mulder's pipes burst or his neighbor's, whatever. He couldn't deal with the potential for being an exhibitionist in front of this nice old lady. At least he's got some sense of modesty. Since Mom needed me for a bit this weekend, I figured it wouldn't hurt to let him stay here. I didn't realize I'd be letting him this far inside my walls. I thought I had taken all the precautions. I trust Mulder. There isn't much lying around my apartment that would embarrass me or him. But then, I should never underestimate Mulder. "Before I leave tonight, I'll get some things and put them in the freezer for you, Mulder." "Scully, you don't have to do that. I can feed myself." "Mulder, I've seen how you feed yourself at home and I'm really not sure how you are still alive." "If I didn't know better, I'd say you care." He questions this? I got him some frozen pizza. I figured he could pop that in the oven and not tear up my kitchen and at least eat something other than seeds. The first thing that greeted me when I walked in the door was a half-full carton of take out on the coffee table. It was complimented by a well-worn VHS copy of "Red Hot and Ready." The woman on the cover had red hair. I guess I'm not the only one who revealed secrets tonight. A cursory glance in my kitchen told me he'd been in the refrigerator for a soda, the can was still on the counter top. Several things on my desk had been shuffled around as well. I would like to think he just needed a piece of paper. But I'm not stupid. He was trying to figure out what I do at that desk. He simply can't help himself sometimes. I'm a little unnerved though. I never thought he'd profile me, but I don't know what delusion I told myself to believe that. My videos had been shuffled too. Some how I don't think "Arsenic and Old Lace" compliments his movie choice for the evening, but then I've never watched one of those movies. I'm guessing neither movie held his attention. His brilliant mind was bored and so he worked his way into my bedroom. Not the first time he's been in there. I almost gave him a peep show in there one night, when he decided to hang out unannounced. I've also had fantasies about what would have happened if he'd waited a couple of beats before he told me he was behind me. So he found my evening wear. He's holding the ensemble loosely in his right hand. I see he's wearing the matching set tonight. He's in that outfit and in my bed. He's turned on his side and is holding the pillow I usually sleep on very close to his face. I don't even want to know how he knows which pillow I sleep on. His wide supple lips are curved into a slight smile and he's breathing deeply. I think this is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I pause and wonder what he's learned about me tonight, inside these walls. He's obviously discovered I have a need to feel close to him. My first reaction was anger and shame that he'd caught me. But as I watch him sleeping there, the anger fades. I'm now simply wishing the pillow was me. I'm wishing I could give in to my need. He twitches a bit on the bed and mutters my name. I stand silent and watch. He is louder now. "Scully." He grips the pillow tightly. I notice an erection tenting the silken fabric of his boxer shorts. I know this happens to men in their sleep. It is merely biology, yet the idea that he is saying my name and is aroused has made me quite warm. "Sculleee." His voice is raw. I find mine. "Mulder." He turns his head towards me but he is still asleep. The candle he's lit flickers and casts a warm glow over his sleeping form. I stare at the candle and walk over to it. It's one of my favorites, a pink jasmine scented one. I'm now next to the bed inhaling it's delicate scent. I grow warmer and unbutton my blouse. "I love the way you smell, Scully," he continues his sleepy monologue and rolls his face back into the pillow. "I love the way you look, the way you talk...I just love you, Scully...everything..." Now I am as ablaze as the candle on the nightstand. He cannot hide in the darkness of sleep what he can in the bright light of his waking thoughts. Just as my psychological and physical walls can't hide me from him. We have grown too close to even attempt to hide this from one another. "I love you, Mulder." The words leave my mouth as a whisper but sound like a shout. He rolls towards my voice again. His eyes lazily pop open and he looks dazed, then startled when he sees me standing there. He jumps off the bed. He's effected the look of someone who has been caught in his crime. "Scully I... I...when did you get here?" He stops talking when he notices my unbuttoned blouse. His eyes focus on mine. He prefers to communicate with me this way. He can often read my thoughts that way. I'm hoping my eyes are telling him I'm not angry. "I got back about ten minutes ago. Mom was feeling better," I say quietly. "I drove back. I tried to be quiet when I came in so as not to wake you. I was a little surprised you turned in so early. I was even more surprised to come in here and find you cuddled up with my pajamas," I say nodding at his right hand. He looks down sheepishly at the boxers and then back up at me. I give him a small smile. "There is no good explanation for this..." he stammers. I move a little over towards him and stretch my hand out. He looks at his feet and pushes the boxers towards me. I close my hand over his and the boxers and hold them. His eyes shoot back up to mine. "Oh, I don't know Mulder. You were doing a pretty good job in your sleep." His eyes grow wide. "I was talking in my sleep?" I nod. "What did I say?" I give his hand a squeeze and enough of a tug that he steps closer to me. Our eyes lock and the unspoken communication begins. I'm tired of hiding behind these walls from him. I'm tired of him trying to break them down and, then when he does, pulling back. I'm tired of this game we play. I'm trying to tell him that with my eyes. He brings his free hand up and places it on my cheek. "Tell me." He pleads. "You said enough to make me not angry you're in my bedroom fondling my evening wear," I say. My eyebrow has lifted and a wicked smile has crossed my face. He lets loose a nervous chuckle and his own crooked grin appears. "You should know, Mulder. We both feel it. We just can't seem to say it, except in our unconscious. Well, that's not entirely true. I told you I reciprocated the feeling, but I think you were still too out of it to have heard me." He takes a step closer. "Tell me what you said, then." "I love you." "You do?" He says with an amazement that makes me feel faint. XxX End Part 1 of 3 Evening Wear NC-17 2/3 By Crash E-mail: mamymac@juno.com Disclaimers etc. in Pt. 1 I am in shock. The walls have not only fallen but they have crumbled. Dana Scully just said I love you. To me. I think I've stopped breathing. I hear my voice croak out a question to her, but I'm not even sure what I've said. "Yes, Mulder, I do." I push the hand that's on her face up into her hair. I turn loose of her hand and the boxers and shirt and bring the other up to her face. "I love you," I choke out, "I love you so much." She quirks an eyebrow at me again and laughs. Her small hands encircle my waist and she pulls me backwards, we both stumble and lose our balance and fall on the bed. I land on top and I've propped myself up on my forearms so I can look down at her. She touches my face. "Mulder..." "Hmmm." I push a lock of her red gold hair out of her face. It looks like that flame the candle is making and I am burning for her. Yet I'm holding back. Part of me can't believe this is happening. Another part of me feels I don't deserve it. The last third is simply stone cold afraid. "Kiss me, Mulder." I lean forward and gently touch my lips to hers. The kiss is soft and she sucks lightly on my lower lip. I open my mouth to her and I feel her tongue work its way inside my mouth. She is tasting me and I am tasting her. Our tongues duel for a time and then we both reluctantly break a way to catch our breath. I don't move my face far from hers. I run my index finger from the tip of her nose down her face, she sucks on the finger when it reaches her mouth. I feel my groin instantly tighten. I groan a little and pull the finger from her lips and trail it just past the base of her throat and lay my hand over her chest. My hand is not right over her heart, yet I can feel it's rapid beat under cloth, skin and bone. "Scully, I...I'm kind of overwhelmed here...I had no right to..." "Mulder, shut up." She laughs and it makes me so hot. I so seldom hear her laugh, this is such a joy to see I have absolutely no idea how to react but it's a great feeling. She sits up and pushes me down on the bed. She leans down and kisses me but pulls away abruptly. She's teasing me. I like it. "I really like what you're wearing Mulder," she says running her hand down my chest and stopping just before the fly of my boxers, "I liked it so much I got one for myself, but you knew that." She gives me a glare that is all mock ferocity. I give her a smug smile. She then runs her hand under the hem of my t-shirt. I am impossibly hard. Her fingers trail over my bare skin and I fight the urge to squirm. "Yes, I like what you're wearing but I know you prefer to sleep naked," she says. Her tone is no longer playful. Her eyes have brightened with desire, love and maybe a tear. I push my hand into her hair and pull her face closer to mine. We kiss again, this time with more intensity. She is crushed against me and as our mouths attempt to fuse. I hear her moan into my mouth. I break away from her, breathless. "God, Scully I love you so much. I want you so much." She places a finger over my mouth and I suck it lightly. She leans around and whispers in my ear, "Then let me make love to you, Mulder." I gasp as I feel her delicate tongue trace it's way around my ear before she lowers her mouth to suck on my earlobe. "Oh God, please Scully." The candle's light plays across her face as she looks at me. I feel small under her scrutiny. Her eyes are focused on me in a way I've never seen before. She is at a loss as to where to begin. I lean up and kiss her again. She loses herself in the kiss for only a moment. She breaks away and fixes me with that stare again. I can only watch her eyes; they have totally taken me in. Her hand drifts down my chest again but this time her small fingers slide under the waistband of my boxers. I breathe in sharply. She lingers over my abdomen for a moment. I cannot see it, but I'm sure I have a raging erection, I can feel it. I have to shut my eyes when her hand lowers over me. She gently caresses me. "Oh Christ, Scully." Her fingers begin a methodical rhythm over my length. Her thumb strokes the head of my penis swirling the small drop of moisture there over it. My hands grip the sheets below me. She releases me and my eyes pop open, mourning the loss of her touch. I am not mournful long. She quickly pushes my shirt up my body and I help her slip it off over my head. She looks down and kisses my mouth. I grip the back of her head to deepen the kiss. She backs away again and I reach for her shirt but she catches my hand. "No. You can't touch me yet. I'm not through touching you." I almost lose control at her words. She kisses my neck and sucks my adam's apple. She continues her journey planting heated kisses along my increasingly sensitized flesh. I almost rip her sheets when he teeth graze my nipple and she begins licking it. Her hands are on both of my shoulders, pinning me to the bed. I could overpower her. My desire for her is tempting me too. But I keep the urge in check. I want to let her do this since she seems to need to. Her tongue circles my navel and her hands no longer hold my shoulders. She has straddled my thighs and is bracing herself on her hands as her tongue mimics what we both want so desperately to do. Yet we are teasing each other. Just like we have for five years. At least tonight, I know it will end. She pauses for a moment and looks up at me. Her eyes are searching mine once again. XxX I'm struck by the novelty of the idea that I'm tasting Mulder. His skin is like a rare exotic fruit, fuzzy and tangy. I swirl my tongue around his navel preparing him for what I'm about to do=85for what I can't believe I'm about to do. I bring my eyes to him to tell him what I'm about to do. His eyes pin with an intensity that has always frightened me but that I am always drawn to. The candle flickers causing his eyes to dance with their desire. He wants me as much as I want him and I'm completely shattered by this realization. I start to give voice to my intentions but he stops me. "Mulder=85" "God, Scully please." I kiss his abdomen just above his straining erection and he gasps. I grab the waistband to his boxers and slide them off. I slide myself slowly back up his legs. Then I kiss the head of his penis and I feel him jerk slightly. He's fighting for control. I can tell as much by the way he's gripping the sheets. I'm a little giddy with the power I hold over him but, in a way, it's only fair. He holds so much control over me so much of the time. I don't even remember when I allowed him that, but I've never been able to take it back until now. I haven't wanted to. I take the tip of him in my mouth and suck on it lightly. He murmurs my name over and over again. "Scully, Scully, Scully=85" I like the way that sounds. Then I slide my mouth all the way down his length. He groans, but I can tell it's not a complaint. My lips and tongue begin a slow wet slide over him. I slowly begin to increase the pressure and the pace. He's panting hard now and I'm lost in the sensation of his taste. He's salty and sweet and so Mulder. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my shoulders, gripping them tightly. "Scully, stop=85please. I=85I want to come with you." His eyes are bright and pleading. How can I refuse? I release him. "Just what did you have in mind?" I ask seductively. A wide grin plays about the corners of his mouth. He sits up so our faces are closer together. My eyes are drawn to his mouth. He kisses me hard on the lips then breaks away quickly. "Well, Scully I really liked what you were doing with your mouth just then and I thought we could press mine into service. What do you think of that?" I give him a smile, "Sounds like a wonderful idea, Mulder. Why don't you show me what you had in mind." He kisses me again and then lowers his head to my jaw. He kisses along it until he comes to my ear. His tongue circles the outer ridges and it's my turn to gasp. I feel him burrow his tongue deep in my ear and I cry his name. He sucks my earlobe briefly and whispers to me, "I want to hear you do that again." His hands finish unbuttoning my blouse as his tongue continues to tease my ears. He slides the garment off my shoulders and throws it aside. He fumbles a moment with my bra, but I hear the pop as it comes unclasped. He pulls back to watch my face as he slowly slides it off. He leans forward and kisses my mouth then moves lower. I bite my lip as he takes my left nipple into his mouth, circling it with that oh, so talented tongue in a slow, circular motion. He's toying with me, just like he has for five years. But I know it won't be for much longer. His large hands drift down my body in a slow caress and I don't remember anything ever feeling this erotic. No one has ever aroused me this much. Not that there have been many, but this surpasses even the fantasies I've had about my partner. I knew he would be a sensitive and exceptional lover, but what he's doing to me is beyond belief. His tongue has now made its way into my navel and I understand now why he was so fidgety a few minutes ago. I grip the sheets in much the same fashion he did. I call out to him urging him forward. I want to feel his mouth on me, inside me. He pops the button open to my pants and slides the zipper down. I shift up and help him slide them off. He gives me a strange look at the emerald green panties I'm wearing, then pulls them off. His mouth returns to my navel and my head falls back and my eyes fall shut. But he stops. My head snaps up and my eyes pop open. "Mulder!" He puts a finger to my lips and leans in and kisses the sensitized flesh just before my ear and then whispers to me again. "Do you have any objections to resuming what you were doing to me earlier, Scully? I was really enjoying it actually. Of course, I'm willing to do the same for you=85at the same time." He brings his face around to see my reaction. My eyebrow has crawled up into my hairline. I know what he's suggesting, I'm a doctor for crying out loud. But to actually do IT. I'm unbearably aroused, partially because of his seductive suggestion, partially because his strong fingers are now stroking me between my folds and I could come just from those things. "Yesss, Mulder," I slur, surprising myself by how drunk on this whole experience I've become. I shift around on the bed and Mulder positions himself above me. He lowers slowly as I carefully take him in my mouth. He groans loudly as I take him all the way in. "God, Scully. I love the way that feels." He braces his arms and positions his own mouth over me, stroking me with his fingers a few more times before I feel that marvelous tongue. I want to cry out, but can't, and I get even hotter. I respond by moving up and down his length in time to the strokes his tongue is lavishing over my clit. He is maddeningly slow in his pace. His tongue swirls and strokes over me and I feel the heat of my arousal building. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the wax in the candles has burned a little lower and the flames are incredibly high. Mulder sucks my taut bundle of nerves between his teeth and I shudder. God, he so good at this. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe we're doing this, but there's no way in hell I'd stop. I increase the pressure and pace on his rock hard length again and I feel him groan into me. The vibration of his cry almost causes me to come. My fevered pace over his cock is having the desired effect because he's sped up his ministrations as well. He nips and sucks until I'm dying to cry out. He moves his finger to my clit and strokes me harder and harder until my orgasm is looming before me. My mouth flies over him and I hear him growl. "OHGODSCULLY! I'm going to come=85" And then he does and I feel the hot, bitter liquid flood my mouth and I take it all in. His finger is flying furiously over me and he pulls his now limp penis from my mouth and I scream his name. "GODMULDER!" I'm shaking all over and I can't stop trembling until he turns his body back around. He kisses me hard on the mouth and I can taste myself on his lips. I'm certain he is tasting his own orgasm as well. He breaks the kiss and plants a warm, soft kiss on my forehead. He pulls me into his arms and my shaking subsides. I feel safe. It is a strange sensation for me, but he has made me feel safe. "Scully=85I=85God, I love you, that was so incredible=85" I place a finger to his lips. "I love you too, Mulder. And you're right, that was=85amazing. Can you just hold me like this for awhile?" He kisses my mouth again, but much more softly this time. "Of course, Scully. He wraps his long arms around me and I turn my head into his chest. The drum of his heartbeat lulls me to sleep. XxX My eyes pop open and shift to the clock. I realize I've been asleep for about an hour by my count. Scully is spooned up next to me breathing softly. Her eyes are shut and her lips are slightly parted. I want to kiss them, but I'm not sure I'm ready to wake her just yet. I am completely thunderstruck. Who is this red-haired vixen laying in bed next to me? I had no idea that she'd be so...Christ, so hot. I've always known Scully is an aggressive person. She has to be to have made it as far as she has in this boy's club we call the FBI. But I foolishly believed that was just her at work persona. I had no idea it would spill into the sexual aspect of her life...I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the fact we had sex as well. That thought has started a stirring in my groin. Why shouldn't it? I'll admit it, I've had fantasies about Scully before. I'm in love with her, even if I didn't admit that to her before now. But wow. None of my fantasies could compare with what happened in here tonight. I have to say it was a little exciting having her catch me. She doesn't even seem mad. I can't believe I got away with it. Maybe I should offer to let her go through my underwear drawers. A piece of her hair has fallen in her face and I brush it behind her ear as I watch her. She rolls over so she's facing me again and snuggles in close. I'm really getting hard now. The mere proximity of her body is really effecting me. I kiss the outer shell of her ear and then trace it with my tongue. She mumbles a little at the touch. I smile. I lick her ear again but this time I suck on her earlobe just a bit and then kiss her neck. I feel her fingers curl against my chest. I glance back up at her face and, although her eyes are still closed, a wide smile has crossed her lips. She's feigning sleep. I kiss the corner of her mouth and her eyes fly open and she turns her head to kiss me back, full on the lips. I slide my hand up her back and rest it in her hair so I can deepen the kiss. Our tongues duel briefly before she backs away and looks into my eyes playfully. "Mulder, you've been really bad." She tells me nonchalantly. "Oh?" She leans around and bites my ear and then sucks on it. I almost explode but miraculously manage to hold out. Scully whispers to me. "Yes. First I come in here and find you holding my sleep wear, sleeping in my bed and moaning my name AND THEN," she sticks her tongue in my ear for emphasis, "You try to take advantage of me while I'm sleeping." "You were NOT sleeping." I tell her seriously. She moves her head around to face me with those bright blue eyes, "Don't contradict me, Mulder." She lays a warning finger over my lips. Then we both dissolve in laughter. "I swear to God, Scully, if I didn't see that tattoo on your back earlier I'd think you were a shapeshifter." She kisses my mouth again and sucks on my lip slightly, before pulling away. She's suddenly a little shy. "Why is that, Mulder?" "Hey, Scully," I kiss her reassuringly, "I'm not complaining. I just never expected what happened awhile ago." I give her a wide smile. "You knocked me off my feet there." She turns a little red but smiles. "You suggested that little maneuver, Mulder. Didn't you enjoy it?" "Oh, I DID. Immensely." My hand creeps around the to her chest and I begin to circle one of her nipples with my finger. She gasps a little but pushes herself in closer to me. "And you're right. I was bad. I had no right to go through your drawers or sleep on your bed. But God, Dana, there's so much I don't know about you and I want to know it ALL." I fix her eyes with mine. I can see the arousal building in her face as my finger continues to assault both of her breasts. She isn't idle either. I'm having a hard time concentrating now because her hand has strayed down my chest and is now doing the most delightful things to my cock. God, I love this woman. "What can I do to make it up to you?" I ask huskily. Scully smiles and starts kissing me. The kiss is slow and almost chaste at first, but then I feel her tongue begging entry to my mouth. Soon our mouths are all but consuming one another as our hands continue the seduction of one another's bodies. She sucks on my lower lip again and then breaks away. Her eyes are dark and she's breathing heavily. I bring my free hand up and trace her cheek with my index finger. "Tell me," I say leaning in close. She's flustered and now straining in her role as seductress. I love her all the more. "I...just...Mulder," she kisses me hard, then breaks away again. "Show me, Mulder. Show me what you think I'd like. You obviously did a little profiling of me when you were here alone tonight. I want to know what you've already learned," she says breathlessly. "Well, Scully," I lean forward and suckle here ear again, "I always thought you'd like that and that's bared out." I feel her free hand grip my shoulder as my tongue darts in and out of her sensitive ear canal. I whisper to her, "You always turn red when I whisper to you anyway." She shudders. I kiss my way down her jaw and then just below her neck to the hollow of her throat. I snake my tongue out and lave at the skin there. She tilts her chin up, obviously enjoying it. "I have no good reason for thinking you'd like to be kissed there, Scully. I just love the way your skin tastes." She's let go of my penis and now grips my head. I'm a little relieved because I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to hold out as long as she was doing that. I move my head to her shoulders and kiss each in turn. I take a maddeningly slow pace down her left one until I reach her breast. I dart my tongue out and touch it to the nipple. I leave my mouth where it is and begin speaking again. "I must say I learned this in our earlier encounter, Scully. You like me to touch your breasts," her head is thrown back but she's nodding. "You really seem to like for me to lick them." "God yes, Mulder." I smile. I suckle at the left a moment longer and then move to the right saying nothing. While my mouth suckles her perfect breasts, I run my hands slowly over her body. Each time I allow one finger to tangle in the hair at the apex of her thighs, teasing her. She's moaning above me and my own arousal is getting hard to ignore. I move my mouth lower and circle her navel with my tongue, darting it in and out. "You did this to me earlier, so I'm assuming you like to have it done to you as well." She nods, her eyes have slipped shut and she's panting. "Basically, Dana," I say, my own breathing becoming quite irregular, "you're a very detail oriented person. You want to pay attention to every detail. I suspect you expect nothing less from your lover...from me." I slip a finger inside her and she is impossibly wet. I stroke her slowly allowing more of her moisture to flow. I'm intoxicated by what is happening. Dana Scully is gripping my shoulders and writhing under my touch. Her hips buck towards my hand as I move it in and out. I stretch up and kiss her mouth, continuing my languorous stroking. Her eyes fly open and lock on mine. I break the kiss. "Am I right, Dana? Tell me. What else do you want?" "Mulder!" My name falls from her lips on a strangled cry. God, I want her. "I want you...you...I need you inside me," she gasps. "Oh God, Scully." I gently push her back down onto the bed and position myself above her. She brings her knees up and parts them so she can cradle me between her thighs. I kiss each of her knees and slide myself up. She takes my length in her hand and I sink into her. We both cry out. She is so hot and tight. I hold very still, trying to get a hold of myself. I murmur to her. "I love you, Dana...God you feel so good." Her hands trail up and down my arms and she looks deep into my eyes. "I love you, Fox, and you have it all right. I wanted every single touch you gave me," we both gasp as her inner muscles clench around me, "I want everything about you." I thrust in and out of her, biting my lower lip with the effort, she responds immediately. "OH! MULDER..." I begin to move slowly and she moves with me, our eyes remain open and locked on one another. I find it unbearably erotic she wants to watch my face and I can't take my eyes off of hers. Soon we've both learned the other's rhythm, her hands are clutching my ass urging me on. Sweat runs in rivers down my body and we're both breathing hard calling out to one another. She rotates her hips in counter measure to mine and I feel my legs start to tremble. "OHGODDANA...YES!" She does it again and I'm lost, I know I'm going to come soon. "Please...oh...come with me Dana, God I love you, please come with me." My last coherent thought is to lower my hand between us to stroke her clit. I touch her repeatedly and suddenly she's screaming my name. Her inner muscles grip me hard and I scream too as my orgasm rocks my body. I empty myself inside her and then collapse. I try to roll over because I'm afraid I'll crush her, but she stops me. "No, Mulder. I want to stay connected awhile longer. I like the way you feel," she says shyly. I kiss her forehead as I stretch my body out. I push my legs up with my feet to take some of the weight off. "How 'bout I just roll us on our sides, then I won't be crushing you." She nods. I roll us over and touch her hair. She's so amazing, I can't believe it. She keeps smiling at me. I think she's a little amazed herself. My ego swells. I finally pull out of her, but pull her extremely tight against me. "We may not be connected physically now, but I'll always be connected to you in my heart and mind," I give her light kiss on the lips, "I love you." "I love you," she says sleepily. We both shut our eyes and fade into unconsciousness in the other's arms. XxX END PART 2 OF 3 Evening Wear NC-17 3/3 By Crash E-mail: mamymac@juno.com Disclaimers etc. in Pt. 1 I'm wandering through the aisles of that department store again. You remember, the one where I got my own pair of black silk boxers. Well, I have a theory about those and that's why I've found myself in the women's lingerie section this time. I'm on my lunch hour, so I've decided to pick a little something up to get Mulder's mind focused on this evening. I have plans for him this evening and they've got nothing to do with official Bureau business. I round the corner and see it. A frilly, pink lace teddy. It's cut very seductively, there is almost no back to it at all. As I hold it up to the light, even if there was a back to it you could see straight through the lace. Wow. But it's dignified I think. It's very beautiful and quite feminine and it's just the right size by my calculations. I have the saleslady wrap it up nicely, it is a gift after all. I know Mulder will love it. I can barely contain myself as I drive to the office. When I get back, Mulder isn't back from lunch yet. Just as well, to be on the safe side I probably should wait until just before we leave to show him my parcel. Knowing him, he won't be able to concentrate the rest of the day if I hit him with it now. We spent the weekend together. My God, I can't believe how much time we spent in my bedroom. I'm not complaining, in fact proper Dana Scully desperately wanted both of us to call in sick this morning. I could easily spend a week in bed with Mulder. I would imagine that's how we'll spend our nights at least this week. I've been a little concerned though. Mulder being Mulder, he's feeling really guilty about going through my stuff. I admit, I was a little upset about that at first. Logically, I should have been livid. But instead, I was fascinated. He wanted to know about me so passionately, he went that far to do it. I know I'm a closed person, but I've always felt so open around Mulder. I guess I was a lot less open than I thought I was. Mulder learned a lot about me this weekend and I him. I told him he should just ask anything he wanted to know and I would answer. He got a huge kick out of that and spent Saturday afternoon peppering me with questions. "OK, is your favorite color green?" "Yes, Mulder." "Do you prefer men who wear boxers or briefs?" "I prefer YOU naked, Mulder." "Do you like regular bubble gum or flavored?" "I don't chew gum, Mulder." "Let's see, I think I've got favorite sexual position worked out..." "MULDER!" Then he leaned in really close and whispered in my ear. "What do you like to feel most against your bare skin?" "You, Mulder." I guess you can figure out where things went after that question. But still, he seems to be beating himself up over his transgression with my personal effects. I told him repeatedly that it was wrong, but I forgave him. The harm done was far surpassed by what we learned from the experience. I'll admit, I did enjoy him fawning over me doing anything he could to please me. That was a serious change of pace for me. He even cooked dinner for me, while naked...talk about fantasies come true. But after dinner he was quiet, melancholy almost. "I was a real shit for doing that, Dana." "Will you let up!" "No, you trusted me and I broke that trust. How can you love me? Love is all about trust?" "Mulder, you did break my trust, that much is true. But I also know how much it means for you to know the truth. I just wish you'd told me you felt you needed to know more about me so it didn't come to that. I do forgive you though, and I love you beyond reason." That at least got a smile and the memory has me smiling now. "Care to share what's so amusing, Agent Scully?" I jump a little as he enters the office. "Not just yet, Agent Mulder." I flash him a wicked grin. He puts his hands on his hips and eyes me like he would a suspect. "Not yet?" "Nope." "Can I bribe you with chocolate?" "Nope." "That worked earlier," he leers. I smile, "But not now." He sticks out his bottom lip. I hate when he does that. The pout. It does things to me, like make me want to suck on it and...Get a hold of yourself Dana. "How was lunch?" I ask. He grumbles something about bad tuna salad at the deli down the street and crunches his lanky frame into his office chair. I watch the play of muscles rippling under his dress shirt. God, is it 5 yet? I glance at my watch, no only 2:30. My mind begins formulating ways we could get out of the office without getting the AD all bent out of shape. I like Walter Skinner. He's as good as a superior gets in the FBI, but he's even more detail oriented than I am and that's scary. I could say I have to examine Mulder. I am a doctor after all and no one can examine Mulder like I can. At least, no one better. I frown and sigh. "What's with you over there?" His voice startles me. I give him that smile. "If you don't stop that Agent Scully, I'm going to..." "What Agent Mulder? You'll what? I'm all ears." He glances around the office. We're both a little paranoid the place is bugged, so we don't discuss things in here we don't want the world to know. Everyone knows by now the sort of banter we keep up during work, so off color remarks are nothing we're afraid to make, but then again we neither one want to go overboard. He crosses the room to me and bends his full mouth to one of my ears. He whispers just exactly what he wants to do to permanently affix this grin to my face. It would work too. God, we really need to get out of here. I grab his tie and pull his ear next to my mouth and bite his earlobe. He strangles a gasp and then I whisper to him I have a little surprise for him. He faces me and raises an eyebrow at me. I gently pull the gift bag out from under my desk and hand it too him. "Scully, what have you done?" The smile again. He opens the bag and pulls out the sheer pink lace. He sucks in a breath. He shifts a little uneasily in his stance, I can tell this is having part of the desired effect. "Oh," he says quietly, then his face wrinkles in confusion. "I hate to tell you this Scully, but you got the wrong size. This is an extra large. You strike me as more the extra small type." I shake my head at him. "Not for me." "Huh?" Then the realization sweeps over him. He turns crimson. Bliss! I've made Fox Mulder blush, I can die a happy woman now. He's laughing now, thank God. "So will you stop moping around about Friday now?" I say cryptically. He laughs even harder and mouths the words "I love you." I mouth them back. He holds the lingerie up to himself and stretches one of his lanky legs out under the fabric. "I think it's me Scully. How do you think I'll look in it?" "Like a certain character from Twin Peaks," I say giggling. Just then, the door to our office flies open. The AD's large frame fills our doorway and I'm terrified. "Agents Mulder and Scully...AGENT MULDER what the hell is that?" Mulder quickly hides the garment behind his back. "Uh...evidence, sir." Skinner gives Mulder a dirty look, but he seems stressed. "There's been a bomb threat Agents, you need to evacuate the building. You two have enough overtime from that San Diego case so I'm sending you home. We have an investigative team already set up. Now get moving." Bomb threat? Why didn't I think of that? "Yes, sir," we both answer at the same time. We gather our things and head out the door. Mulder fixes me with a look on the steps. "Race ya' to my place," he says tugging on the pink lace peaking out of his coat. "You're on!" XxX ...and they lived happily ever after. The End. AUTHOR'S NOTES: OK, I promise. No more "Emily" references for awhile. Can you tell I sort of got hung up on the episode. Oh well, I thought it was ripe for the fanficking. ; ) Basically, I've been writing so much angst lately I needed to write something a little lighter and this story is the result. I'd like to dedicate this story to my favorite married couple who test drove it before I posted it. Mr. and Mrs. Frog, this smuts for you. Hey, you two are an inspiration for us all. Never change. Thanks for reading, Crash END OF THE WHOLE THING