From: Andrea Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 23:31:07 GMT Subject: NEW: Snowing Sleeping Bags, by Andrea, MSR NC-17 (1/2) Snowing Sleeping Bags by Andrea (1/2) Category: MSR, S, Scully POV Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Frank is mine, the rest belong to CC et al Spoilers: thru season six Notes: Thanks to Aly and Falconer for patient beta reading. Having never been in a real blizzard, I used Laura Ingalls Wilder's descriptions to help me. Archiving: Yes please feedback: pretty please faloona4@home.com if you are having problems finding both parts of this story it can be found in whole on my webpage http://members.home.net/faloona4/atlast.html ***************************************************************** "Cold, so cold," was all Scully could think as she awoke in the dark room. She reached out from under the covers to turn on the bedside lamp- nothing. "Damn it--power's out," she groaned. She grabbed her robe from the end of the bed and shivered into it, then pulled the covers back over herself. As she lay there she could hear strange sounds coming from outside. She jumped when she thought she heard someone scream, but then it sounded like people muttering. There also seemed to be a ceaseless rushing sound underneath the other strange noises. She got up and went to the window. When she looked out all she could see was gray; not black or misty, just gray. She heard a scraping noise against the glass. As the frigid temperature brought her completely awake she realized it was a storm--a blizzard. She went to the adjoining door and knocked on it. "Mulder? Can I come in?" she called through the door. Sure," she heard a muffled voice reply. "Can I sleep with you?" she asked when she stepped into his room. "What?" his voice cracked. "The power's out and I'm freezing. Can I get into bed with you?" she explained. "Oh, sure. You're right, Scully, it is freezing in here," he concurred. "Here, lay down where I was, it'll be warmer," he patted the bed. "I'll go and get your blankets, too. That should keep us nice and toasty." Mulder slid out of the bed and Scully quickly lay down where he had been sleeping. He was back quickly. He threw her bedclothes on top of his and dived under the blankets. "Goddamn, it's cold," his teeth chattered as he cursed. "Are you warming up?" he asked. "Not really," she answered through clenched teeth. She felt Mulder slide over towards her. "Um, Scully? You know that your robe is just going to insulate you from my body heat." "I know, Mulder. It's just so hard to take it off when I'm this cold," she explained as she took it off and tossed it down to the foot of the bed. "Okay, Scully, let's spoon up," she could almost hear him grinning. She turned onto her side and let him pull her into position. "Mmm, that feels much better, Mulder. Why is it that men are such hot sleepers?" "You're the doctor, Scully," he laughed. "I must have cut class that day," she snorted. They lay quietly for a couple of minutes. "Are you warm enough now, Scully? If not, you should take off your pajamas. Someone once told me..." "I'm nice and warm now, but thanks for asking. And by the way, Mulder, it still hasn't rained sleeping bags." "I wasn't trying to--" he started to defend himself. "I was just trying to make sure--oh, never mind." "Thank you for letting me sleep here, Mulder. I really appreciate it," she told him sleepily. "My pleasure, Scully. Oh, did you look outside when you were up?" "Mmm, quite the blizzard. Imagine that in North Dakota in the middle of January," she mumbled. She was vaguely aware of Mulder saying something else and she was dimly surprised to feel a kiss on her ear as she sank into a warm comfortable sleep. When Scully began to surface she was momentarily surprised to feel an arm tightly wrapped around her waist. Then she heard the blizzard still raging outside and realized that it was still bitterly cold outside the covers. She pulled the blankets up to cover her nose. She really had to pee, but she dreaded leaving the warmth of the bed; not to mention that she was really enjoying being spooned up to Mulder. She lay still for a couple of minutes and listened to the sound of his breathing. She allowed herself the guilty pleasure of being tightly held by Mulder, even if he didn't know he was doing it. She lay there until she felt like her bladder was going to burst. Then she lifted Mulder's arm up so she could she could slide out of the bed. His arm quickly snaked back around her and he pulled her even closer. She could feel his erection pressing into her ass. "Don't go," he murmured. This was making Scully feel quite warm, but she dismissed it as a not-fully-aware Mulder with a morning erection. "Mulder, I really have to pee," she told him quietly. "Oh sorry, Scully," he sounded more awake. She quickly slid out of bed and dashed to her room to use the bathroom. She was back quickly and practically flew into the bed and tried to spoon up to Mulder again. "C-christ, it's c-cold," her teeth chattered as she spoke. Every time she tried to press her butt up against Mulder, he moved away from her slightly. "Mulder, I'm freezing. Would you please stop moving away!" "Sorry. I--uh--I," he sputtered. "Don't worry about your erection, Mulder. I'm not offended. It's perfectly natural. Please, just warm me up. I'm sure my ice-cold rear end will take care of that erection in no time." Mulder laughed, "I doubt it," and pulled her closer. "Jesus, Scully, you're right. Your ass is freezing." After a few minutes she stopped shivering and began to feel warm again. She did notice that the temperature of her ass was having little or no effect on Mulder's erection. "Scully?" "Mmm?" "Why did you use the bathroom in your room?" "I know it's foolish, Mulder, but I guess I'd like to preserve my dignity. We have no idea what the water source here is. If it's a well, we'll only have one flush..." she tried to explain. "It's not foolish, Scully. I probably wouldn't have thought about it until it was too late." "Even though I thought about it, flushing has become so automatic that I almost flushed anyway," she laughed. "Well, as much as I hate to leave the bed, my bladder has just about reached the limit of its elasticity," he sighed. "The frigid air will do wonders for that erection, Mulder" she chuckled. "Can't wait," he said dryly. " Well, here goes nothing," he grimaced as he slid out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. "I certainly wouldn't call it nothing," she smiled to herself. "It's definitely the biggest something that's ever been pressed up against my ass." Mulder was back more quickly than she had been. He got under the covers and spooned up against her. His teeth were chattering and he was shaking like a leaf. "I told you that would get rid of your erection," she laughed. "I can think of much better ways to get rid of an erection," Mulder muttered. "I'm sure you can," Scully laughed again. "Unfortunately, you aren't pressed up against a leggy brunette." She heard Mulder start to say something, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Agent Mulder, Are you alright?" a voice called through the door. "Yeah, fine. Who's asking?" "Frank, the manager. Is your partner okay?" "Agent Scully is fine, too. We ended up bunking in together to keep warm. Hang on a sec, I'll open the door." "Okay, I brought you some stuff to eat and a kerosene heater." Scully started to get out of the bed. "Stay under the covers, Scully. I'll get up. Why don't you wait until the room warms up," he offered. "Are you sure, Mulder?" "Nothing will stop me in my quest to keep you warm, Scully," he was up and pulling on his clothes. "You're such a gentleman," she grinned. "Being a gentleman has nothing to do with it," he told her as he got into his coat. "I'll do whatever it takes to not have your ice-cold ass pressed against me again." When Mulder opened the door the wind slammed it against the wall. The wind and snow howled into the room. Frank stumbled in along with them. Mulder forced the door closed again, struggling against the wind. He leaned up against it panting. Frank stood in the middle of the room trying to catch his breath. He was so bundled up, all the agents could see was his eyes. He was carrying a kerosene heater, a lantern and a can of fuel and he was wearing a large backpack. His woolen scarf and hat were white with snow. He took off his gloves and pulled his scarf away from his mouth. "Wow, it's really something out there!" he panted. "Holy shit! That wind took my breath away," Mulder gasped for breath. "It sure is nasty," Frank agreed. "We haven't seen a blizzard like this since I was a kid." "Have you heard any forecasts? How long is it supposed to last?" Scully asked from the bed. "It looks like a regular three days blizzard to me," Frank told them. "Three days?" Mulder was astounded. Frank just shrugged. "Well, we really appreciate you bringing us these supplies, Frank," Scully told him. "Least I can do," Frank shrugged again. "Hey, it's not your fault. You can't control the weather," Scully smiled at Frank and quickly shot Mulder a "shut up" look, before he could launch into a story about a certain case in Kansas. Mulder didn't acknowledge her look, but he didn't say anything either. "Guess not, but I couldn't let you freeze," he explained. "Thanks, Frank," Mulder had finally caught his breath. Frank showed Mulder how to operate the heater. "A full tank should last you all day. You have to let it cool down completely before you refuel and whatever you do don't leave it on overnight," he warned them. "Of course," Scully nodded. "I'd invite you folks back to my place, but I only have the one room," he apologized. "Don't worry about it, Frank. You've done more than enough," Mulder tried to put him at ease. Frank grinned sheepishly and took off the backpack he was carrying and put it on the floor. "Here's some food and stuff. I'll check on you tomorrow," he told them. "Oh, not if it's still storming, Frank," Scully protested. "Here, take my cell phone," Mulder pulled it out of his coat. "Scully is number one on the speed dialer." He showed Frank how to use it. They heard Scully's phone ring in the other room. "Just call us to check in." "That sounds like a better idea than going out in this storm again," Frank admitted, as he pocketed the phone. "Try to stay warm." "Thanks again for everything," Scully smiled. Frank nodded, pulled his scarf back over his mouth and put his gloves back on. Mulder braced himself for the wind when he opened the door. He closed it quickly behind Frank and immediately went to the heater to light it. "Have you ever seen anything like this storm before, Scully?" Mulder asked as he stood up again. "No, Mulder, this is another first for me, thanks to you." "Well, thank you, Scully!" he smiled broadly. She just sighed and rolled her eyes. "Would you get my cell phone please, Mulder. I should call Skinner." By the time Scully had explained the situation to A.D. Skinner the room had warmed up enough for her to get dressed. "Skinner wants to know if you think the storm will impede your investigation into the bee domes?" "Depends on how much it snows, I guess," he shrugged. She retrieved her clothes and Mulder went through the backpack while she dressed. "Wow," Mulder exclaimed as he started emptying the contents of the backpack. "We have juice boxes, bread, cheese slices, bologna, crackers, peanut butter, jelly, apples, cereal bars, cookies and paper plates and plastic utensils." "I certainly wasn't expecting that much food. He really does expect this storm to last three days, doesn't he?" Scully had joined Mulder beside the small table. "I guess," Mulder shrugged. "Look, a deck of cards, a cribbage board, some local papers and crossword puzzles. I sure wish Frank had been with us in Florida." "He probably would have had sleeping bags, too," Scully chuckled, as she reached for a cereal bar and a juice box. "I bet *he* can carry a tune," Mulder muttered. Scully smacked him on the arm. "*I* didn't want to sing. You made me," she defended herself. "And it was a damn good thing, you probably frightened the moth men away," he grinned. "More than I can say for you," she retorted. "*I* was injured." "Mmm, there's always some excuse," she said trying not to laugh. Mulder just continued making his peanut butter sandwich, not acknowledging her last comment. The two agents whiled away the day with the various amusements Frank had brought them, never straying far from the heater. Scully called her mother and Mulder even chatted with Mrs. Scully for a while. He checked in with the Gunmen and Frohike kept Scully on the line for half an hour. She finally begged off, claiming that she didn't want to run down the battery, even though she had a spare in her purse. Scully ended up beating Mulder soundly at cribbage; skunking him a couple of times. The room was so dark that they had to light the lantern to see the cards. "It's not fair, Scully. You've obviously played far more cribbage than I have." "Well you pick a game then," she offered. "Any game?" "Any card game," she qualified her offer. "Okay. How about poker?" "Mulder, you can't play poker with two people." "I was thinking of strip poker," he grinned. "Why am I not surprised?" she laughed. "So?" "On one condition," she told him. "What condition?" "That we play straight 5-card stud, 3 draws, nothing wild." "Umm, is there something you're not telling me here, Scully?" "Like what?" "Have you played this before?" "I had a normal adolescence, Mulder. Do you want to play or not?" "Okay, but when do we declare a winner?" "Whenever either of us gets too cold or too embarrassed to continue," she suggested. "Oh sure, just when it starts getting good, you'll say it's too cold," Mulder pouted. "I'm not a poor sport, Mulder. Besides, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before." "Yeah, but this'll be different," he grinned. "So...we're playing then?" Mulder nodded vigorously. Three quarters of an hour later Mulder was sitting at the table in his boxers. Scully had only lost her socks. It was her turn to deal. "Well, Mulder, my feet are freezing, your lips are a nasty shade of blue and I'm starving. Let's call it a game, okay?" "Why didn't you tell me you were a card shark?" he pouted. "Straight poker is easy, Mulder, when you think about the probabilities. You always shoot for hands that are nearly impossible to get. You're easy to beat. Besides, my dad made sure I knew how to play. He knew that strip poker was a favourite amongst the navy brats. I never lost and many a group of boys tried their best. I always just insisted on straight poker." "You never cease to amaze me, Scully." "Thanks, Mulder. Now get your clothes back on. I'm getting cold just looking at you." "Boy, you sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself," he complained. "Well, if I ever see you naked when you're not sick, in shock or hypothermic, I'll be sure to make you feel better about yourself, okay?" she consoled him. "Have I mentioned this case I stumbled across where these people keep disappearing without explanation off the slopes of Diamond Head?" he grinned as he pulled his clothes back on. "I'm sure we'll be there as soon as you can talk Skinner in it." she laughed. "I know. He's got this weird thing about documentation. Apparently word of mouth isn't good enough for him." ************************************************************************ Around ten o'clock that night the kerosene heater ran out of fuel. They got ready for bed quickly. Mulder waited for Scully to get into bed before he turned off the lantern. He slid into the bed and snuggled up to her. "Shit, this bed is freezing," he said through clenched teeth. "We had the heater facing the other way," she pointed out. "I guess we'll warm it up soon enough," Mulder said as he pulled her closer. She was glad that her teeth were clenched to keep her teeth from chattering, because she almost moaned. "Damn you for having absolutely no idea," she thought to herself. She felt him start to play with her hair. "What are you doing, Mulder?" "You have really nice hair, Scully" he said quietly. "It always smells so good." "Probably not now," she grimaced. She felt him press his nose into her hair. "Actually, it still smells good, Scully. I'm not sure if it's your shampoo or you perfume, but I can still smell it." "Thanks, Mulder. You'd better enjoy it while it lasts, because if I can't shower tomorrow, things are going to get ugly," she laughed. "I bet you would still be beautiful if you couldn't shower for a couple of weeks." Scully felt her eyes widen in shock, but she kept her voice even. "Sorry, Mulder but that is one theory of yours that I don't want to test." Mulder chuckled and was quiet for a minute. Scully thought she felt something stirring behind her, but she wasn't bold enough to push her butt back against him to find out for sure. "He probably hasn't had any close female contact for a while," she explained it to herself. "At least he doesn't find me a complete turn off." "Can I ask you something, Scully?" he spoke suddenly. "Sure." "What makes you think I'm attracted to leggy brunettes?" She laughed, "Besides the two former girlfriends of yours that I've met and your description of Kristen Kilar. Oh, I dunno, Mulder, I guess I'm way off." "Your basing that on limited information," he argued. "My high school sweetheart was a tiny blonde." "Did she break your heart?" "No. We decided it wouldn't work with me at Oxford and her on the Vineyard. I was miserable for about a year and then I met Phoebe. Then I was miserable for a couple of years," he laughed. "Now Phoebe, *she* broke my heart." "I'm sorry, Mulder" she said softly. "She did seem a bit cold." "I'll say, cold and calculating. Anyway, that's ancient history. What in recent history makes you think that I'm only attracted to leggy brunettes?" "I'm sorry I said anything, Mulder. It's really none of my business." "Come on, Scully. I'd really like to know what you think." "Okay, what about Diana? That didn't seem like ancient history to me." She regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. She heard him take a deep breath. "Well, I know now that you were right not to trust her, but you have to understand that we used to be very close. I always thought of her as a friend, no matter what." "And she believed in the same things you do," Scully continued quietly. Mulder sighed. "I don't think less of you, Scully, because you don't automatically agree with everything I say. In fact, I respect you for that. It can get really boring having women flutter their eyelashes and blindly agree with everything you say." Scully didn't want to have this conversation. She didn't want to hear how much Mulder respected her. Her eyes were beginning to sting with tears. "And I never trusted Diana as completely as I trusted you," he continued, oblivious. "I know that some of my actions may have made it appear otherwise, but I had to find out whose side she was really on. Unfortunately, finding out almost killed me. But, Scully, even when Diana and I were intimate we were never as close of friends as you and I are, never." Scully's tears were beginning to wet the pillow. "Great," she thought, "He not only respects me, but we're best friends, too." She would have preferred to be left not knowing; hoping that maybe she still had a chance. "Are you still awake?" Mulder asked quietly. "Yes," she tried to answer clearly, but her voice betrayed her and cracked. "Are you crying? What's the matter? What did I say?" she could hear the confusion in his voice. "It's nothing, Mulder, never mind. Let's just go to sleep," she said, her voice still clouded by tears. "No way, Scully! I hate it when women do that. I'm sorry that I don't know what you're thinking, but I don't. I thought I was important enough to you that you would stop pulling this 'it's nothing' crap." Scully could tell that he was getting angry. "That's just it, Mulder. You are important enough to me that I don't want to ruin our friendship by telling you what I'm thinking." "How can honesty ruin a friendship?" he asked tersely. "Sometimes the truth isn't what you might wish it were, Mulder," she said quietly. "What could you possibly be thinking that might ruin our friendship, Scully? There isn't anything I can think of that would have enough of an impact that it would make me think any less of you," his voice had grown softer. "What if I told you I was in love with Krycek and we've been working together since the beginning?" she asked, smiling to herself. "Well, you got me there, Scully. That would probably do it. But I know that you're just trying to deflect me. Now, give. What's up?" He squeezed her waist. "Mulder, I'm really not comfortable telling you. It would change how you think about me and I'm not ready to go there." "Why don't you let me decide what I think?" "You've already told me what you think, Mulder. You respect and trust me, and I'm your good friend," she was surprised at how hard her voice sounded. "Well that's all true, but it's not all and you know it," he told her. "What do I know?" She was puzzled. "I told you how I felt before you got stung by that bee." She was quiet for a minute before taking a deep breath. "I thought you said those things so I wouldn't leave," she confessed. "What?" he grabbed her shoulder and rolled her onto her back. "Of course I didn't want you to leave, but I would never lie to you to manipulate you." "Then why did nothing else ever happen?" she asked softly. "Besides saving your ass in the Antarctic or telling you that I love you?" Her eyes had adjusted to the dark and she was looking up at him. His eyes were shining with unshed tears. "I thought that was the medication talking," she confessed. "That was me talking, being honest with you. Now it's your turn, Scully." She took a deep breath. "I want us to be more than friends. I was upset because I thought you were telling me that I was just a buddy, a pal, a trusted friend and I didn't want to hear that when I was snuggled up to you and things were stirring." Mulder laughed, "You think that if Skinner and I were trying not to freeze, I'd get a hard-on. Oh and by the way, Dr. Scully, I usually don't sport lumber like I did this morning. That was in honour of you." She pulled his head down towards hers. "Kiss me," she sighed. When their lips met all the walls they had built between them came tumbling down. This was not like other first kisses Scully had experienced. This was the kiss of lovers who had been separated and had finally been reunited. As his tongue delved into her mouth, Scully knew there would be no turning back. She had never been so aroused by a single kiss and nothing would ever convince her that this was a mistake. Without breaking their kiss, Mulder unbuttoned her silk pajama top and began to caress her breast, rubbing his thumb across her nipple. She moaned deep in her throat as she felt a jolt of heat between her legs. She arched her back to increase the contact between his hand and her breast. She ran her hand down his back and slid it under the elastic of his boxers. She ran her hand along the curve of his cheek and then firmly pulled him closer. He finally broke the kiss. They were both breathing heavily. "See, I told you we could warm the bed up," Mulder said as he nuzzled her neck. "I'm way past warm," she said huskily. "Frohike said it best," Mulder chuckled as he nibbled her earlobe. "Mmm," she groaned, "I hope you're not planning to torment him." "No, I'm planning to torment *you*," he told her as he began to nip his way down her neck. "Glad to hear it," she told him and started pushing down his boxers. He kissed her deeply, but stopped the downward motion of his boxers. "As unromantic as it might be, Scully, due to our current situation, I think we should do some planning," he told her. "What kind of planning?" she mumbled, her mouth busy with his neck. "Well, due to the lack of showers and my plans to make love to you as often as you'll let me..." "I think that will be up to you, Mulder," she chuckled. "I'll be ready whenever you are." "Sheesh, Scully, you're making it awfully hard for me to think straight." "Sorry, Mulder, but you brought it up," she nipped at his shoulder. "Anyway Scully, I don't have any condoms. I thought that if I was lucky enough to be invited into your bed we wouldn't need them." "I don't have any either, Mulder. You are the only person I was hoping to make love to and *we* don't need them. I never envisioned not being able to shower," she smiled. "Well let me go and get and towel," he offered. She held him tightly, "I really wanted you to come inside of me," she whispered. "God, Scully," he kissed her softly. "I know, I know, soon, I promise and we won't have to buried under all of these blankets. You have no idea how much I want to be able to see you when we make love." "Damn this blizzard," Scully groaned. "I dunno, Scully, I don't think the issue of leggy brunettes would have come up if it hadn't been for this blizzard." "I guess you're right," she agreed. "By the way, Scully, on the topic of who I'm attracted to and who I'm not, there's a petite redhead at work that I've had my eye on for a long time now." She pulled him into another kiss. "Hurry up and get that towel, Mulder," she breathed when she pulled out of the kiss. "I think I've waited long enough." "You're going to have to warm me up when I get back," he warned her. "I'll try to think of something," she grinned. While Mulder dashed to the bathroom, Scully pulled off her pajamas and threw them on the floor. When Mulder flew back into the bed with the towel, she crawled on top of him. "Mmm, you're naked," he chuckled. "Wow, Mulder, you're investigative talents are spooky." "You know what else I detected?" he asked as he caressed her ass. "No, what?" she asked, kissing his chin. "I'm *not* naked." "Damn, you are a good investigator, Mulder. Would you like me to take care of that?" "Please!" Scully slipped under the covers. She heard Mulder groan as she slid over his chest. She felt his erection return quickly after his trip to the bathroom. She made sure there was a lot of contact between his cock and her breasts, her hair and her hands as she pulled his boxers off. Mulder groaned with each touch. She kissed her way back up to his mouth. Mulder reached between them and she felt him rub her clit. She couldn't help groaning. "Mmm, Mulder, I'm ready now. I don't need any foreplay. I want to feel you inside of me." "I can feel how ready you are, Scully," he said, his voice had taken on an earthy quality. "But, I want you to come." "You don't have to worry about that, Mulder. Besides, I seem to recall something about how often you were planning to make love to me." "Well, I do worry about that," he told her. "I'm usually an active participant, Mulder. If I need you to adjust slightly to make it better for me, I won't be shy about it." "Are you going to stay on top?" "Well, that would guarantee one kind of orgasm. But it's too cold for me to get into the right position." Scully gasped as Mulder quickly flipped her onto her back and positioned himself between her legs. "Exactly how many kinds of orgasms do you have, Scully?" Mulder's voice was low and gravelly. "Two, and I have lots of erogenous zones that I'm sure you'll have fun discovering," her voice had become sultry. "And what are these two kinds of orgasms?" he asked. He was letting the head of his cock rest against her. She wiggled around, trying to get him inside of her. "Mulder, please, I want you inside of me." "Be patient, Scully. I want to hear about your different orgasms." "Clitoral and G-spot, okay?" She was becoming exasperated. "I thought the G-spot was a myth." "When we are able to explore each others bodies better, Mulder, you'll be able to feel my G-spot. And if you press it or rub it when you're finger-fucking me you'll be able to see or feel how very real it is." "Ooo, Scully's talking dirty to me. I like that!" he chuckled. "Yeah? Well then, Mulder, I want your cock inside me now and I want you to fuck me hard and fast. I want you to make me come over and over." "Jesus, Scully," he moaned as he thrust into her. She groaned as he began to fill her up. Once he was completely inside of her, he stopped and took several deep breaths. "God, you feel good, Mulder," she sighed. "Oh Scully, you feel fantastic. I'm not going to last very long. You should have let me..." "Mulder, I told you not to worry about me. You have no idea how close I am right now." He groaned and began to take slow strokes in and out of her. "I know you don't want this to be over quickly, but it feels so good that if you go faster I'll come," she told him breathlessly. "I want you to come," he whispered hoarsely. He did as she asked and began to thrust harder and faster. After a couple of strokes she felt her orgasm swell in her belly. She used her legs and hands to hold him against herself as her body began to convulse. She heard him moan her name as he quaked above her and she felt his cock pulse inside of her. He lay on top of her, panting. "Shit, Scully, I'm sorry. I meant to pull out," he apologized. She kissed him and chuckled. "Well I did say that I wanted you to come inside of me. It would have ruined my orgasm if you had pulled then." "I'd never knowing ruin your orgasms, Scully" he chuckled and kissed her nose. "You're pretty open about sex, aren't you?" "I am with my partner. Is that a problem?" she asked. "No, not at all," he laughed. "Just not what I was expecting." "What were you expecting, a tight-assed virgin?" she laughed. "Not quite, but definitely more reserved," he told her as he kissed her neck. "Does my boldness upset your delicate sensibilities?" she grinned. "Oh right, Scully, you know what a prude I am," he laughed. "Well, I'll have to see what I can do to loosen you up." "I have a feeling it will be a lifelong project," Mulder said softly. "I certainly hope so," her voice had become gentle as well. "God, Scully, I love you so much," he sighed. She clung to him tightly with her face pressed into his neck. She took a shaky breath. "Are you crying again?" he sounded confused. "Yes, Mulder, but I'm crying because I'm so happy," her voice was shaky. "How's a guy supposed to know the difference?" "Years of practice, I guess. My dad never figured it out," her was more even. "I hope the only tears you ever shed on my behalf are the happy ones," he told her as he stroked her hair. "Get your mouth over here so I can kiss you," she demanded. This kiss was less frantic than their first, but far more sensuous. Scully allowed herself the luxury of running her tongue along Mulder's bottom lip and then nibbling on it. Mulder teased her lips with his tongue as well. She enjoyed the sensation of Mulder nibbling and sucking on her lips and then plunging his tongue into her mouth. Mulder finally pulled back and smiled at her. "Well, Scully, I think we should get you cleaned up," he said reaching for the towel. "Where are you going?" she laughed when he started to burrow under the covers. "My mother taught me to clean up my own mess," his muffled voice came through the blankets. Scully giggled as Mulder felt his way around in the dark to clean her up. "It smells really good in here, Scully," he told her. She put her head under the covers. "Do you like the smell of sex, Mulder?" "I like the smell of you. And I like that the smell of me is mingled with the smell of you. It really turns me on." "It really turns *me* on to hear you talk like that," her voice was getting husky again. "I like the way your voice gets when your turned on, Scully. Why is it that I've never heard it before?" She chuckled huskily, "I know how my voice gets, Mulder. I never spoke to you when I was aroused before." "Will you promise me something, Scully?" "What, Mulder?" "Promise me that you will always talk to me when you're aroused. 'Cause if I'm not aroused before I hear that voice, I definitely will be after I hear it." He started to kiss the inside of her thighs. "Mmm, Mulder, that feels so good, but I haven't had a shower since yesterday morning." "I don't care," he told her and then he began to suck on her lips. "Oh God!" she moaned when she felt him slide his fingers into her. She felt him part her lips with his free hand and she gasped when he brushed against her clit. She felt his thumb brush against her clit again. She lifted her hips off the bed and moaned. Then she felt Mulder's fingers moving inside of her. She gasped and shuddered. "So it's not a myth after all," he chuckled and she felt him begin to stroke it. She moaned and writhed at his touch. His tongue found her clit, and she felt him flick it gently as he continued to rub her G-spot. Her moans intensified and her body began to tense. Mulder sucked her clit between his lips. She lifted her hips to increase the pressure. Soon she felt searing heat rip through her clit and her body quaked as her orgasm raged through her. When the blood stopped pounding in her ears, she felt Mulder gently withdraw his fingers. He made his way back up her body, nipping and kissing her on the way. "My God, Mulder," she panted. "That was incredible." "I'll say" he said in a gravelly voice. "I've never witnessed such an amazing orgasm before." "I've never had such an amazing orgasm before, especially right on the heels of another damn good orgasm," her voice was sensuous. "Really? You seem so comfortable with your sexuality, Scully, I would have thought that you would always have good orgasms." "I usually do have good orgasms. It's been a while since I had company, though. I think present company is why I came so hard and so fast," she told him softly. "Umm, Scully?" Mulder stammered. "Yes, Mulder?" "These orgasms you had without company?" he asked quietly. "Yes, Mulder," she chuckled. "Did you have company in your head?" "Yes, Mulder, I did." He drew a long shaky breath. "Scully, you have been the company in my head longer than I care admit." "How long, Mulder?" "You first accompanied me shortly after dropping your bathrobe in Oregon. You have no idea how many fantasies I have that started out like that, but I end up touching a lot more than your back." "Me too, Mulder, me too. The memory of your touch has brought me to many shuddering orgasms." "Christ, Scully! The thought of you touching yourself while you think about me is making my head spin." "Which one?" she chuckled and reached between them to stroke his cock. "That one is throbbing," he pointed out. "Mmm, I noticed. I want you back inside of me, but deeper this time." "Deeper?" he sounded confused. "Mmm-hmm," she pulled her legs up and draped them over his arms. "Won't this hurt?" "Not at all. Cosmo calls it 'Rock and Roll', Mulder" her voice was husky again. "Scully, promise me we can do this again when I can see." "I promise. Are you ready to rock and--oh my God..." She gasped as he slid into her and her body shuddered with an orgasm immediately. "Jesus, Scully. This is fucking incredible. I thought you were tight before, but now...my God!" As he began to slide in and out of her, her body tensed and she cried out and shuddered with almost every stroke. He began to increase his pace. She was clawing at his shoulders and her head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow. Even in this position she was able to move with him, rubbing herself against him. His thrusts became harder and more erratic. She rode out one more powerful orgasm before she felt him pull out. His hot cum hit her belly as he yelled her name. "I like the way it feels when you come on me," she said, her voice still sultry. She ran a finger over her belly and then put it in her mouth to suck it off. "Jesus Christ, Scully," he growled. He moved his arms so that he could reach her to kiss her. "My fantasies didn't hold a candle to the real Scully." He felt around the bed for the towel and then wiped off her belly and her breasts. "I wasn't completely honest with you when I said I was this open with all of my lovers, Mulder. It usually took a while before I felt secure enough to be as open as I'm being with you. I felt secure with you right away," she confessed. "I guess there's something to be said for being friends first," he laughed. "Yeah, I don't think we needed to wait seven years, Mulder," she laughed too. "I won't waste anymore time, Scully. I will never let you go." "God, Mulder, I love you," she told him as she pulled his head down to kiss him. "You weren't the only one guilty of wasting time. I will cherish every minute we have now." She kissed him again softly. "I can't imagine not spending the rest of my life with you, Scully." He returned her kisses passionately. "Right now I'd like to snuggle up and go to sleep. I'm really tired." "Mmm, me too," she yawned and rolled onto her side. "I thought only the guy was supposed to be sleepy," he said as he snuggled up against her. "Not when the girl has as many earth shattering orgasms as I did," she chuckled sleepily. "Do all women get tired after they come?" "I can't speak for all women, Mulder, but if they had the explosive, bone-rattling orgasms like I have I can't see how they couldn't be tired. Plus, all of the endorphins that are released make you sleepy, too." "Oh," he said shortly. "Remember, Mulder, you are not solely responsible for your lovers orgasms. If someone is reluctant to tell you what they like, I think it's their own fault if they don't come." "I know I shouldn't be going here, Scully, but there is no way anyone could fake the way your body reacted. I could feel your vaginal clenching and tugging and your clit was pulsing and throbbing. I didn't realize that they never came, Scully," he admitted quietly. "It's not your fault, Mulder, believe me. It wasn't difficult for me to come, but I did have to participate, though. Except for the oral sex, that was all you. You have to remember that a lot of women aren't comfortable as sexual beings, regardless of how it might appear. They can't relax enough to enjoy the sensations. Instead of thinking about what their lover is doing and how good it feels, they're thinking about how they look, or smell or taste and that tenses them up enough that they don't get anything out of it." "You were worried about how you smelled," he pointed out. "You said you didn't care. That was enough for me, Mulder. I love you and trust you and that fact allowed me to relax and enjoy it. Plus the knowledge that it was really you between my legs was almost enough to make me come. They say the brain is the biggest sexual organ." "I love the way you are so open with me, Scully, and I love how well we come together." "You make me feel like the sexiest woman alive, Mulder." "Well, I think you *are* the sexiest woman alive, Scully, but how do I make you feel that way?" "The way you react to me. The way you kiss and touch me. Your touch is electric. Even after all the orgasms I've had tonight, lying here with you pressed up against me is enough to make me start tingling again," she told him. She felt him start to kiss her neck. "I thought you were tired, Mulder," she chuckled. "I was. I seem to be waking up." He pressed his cock against her ass. "I'm not sure what time is, Mulder, but in my estimation this is your third hard-on in slightly more than an hour. I'm impressed. But, I'd be careful if I were you. I might start to expect it." "Scully, you know how men in general, and me in particular are turned on by visual stimuli?" he began. "Mmm-hmm," she wiggled her butt against his cock making him groan. "Well if I can get three hard-ons in such a short time without actually being able to see you, I'll probably have a permanent erection when I can actually see you and watch your reactions and see our bodies meet. Jesus, Scully, I can feel my cock throb just thinking about it." He moved his hand up to her breast and began to caress it, occasionally tugging on her nipple. She groaned. "Does that make you tingle?" his voice was low. "It's something for the X-files, Mulder, because when you do that I can feel it in my clit," she groaned again. "Can't you explain that scientifically, Scully?" He lifted his lips from her neck momentarily. "Nope, and I don't really care, either. God that feels so good, Mulder." Keeping his hand on her breast, he rolled her onto her stomach. He gently slid his free hand under her and cupped her other breast. She felt his cock in the crack of her ass. He continued his assault on her neck. She was moaning and writhing under him. His body lay draped over hers, in full contact from hips to shoulders. His knees were on the bed on either side of her legs, keeping them together. She turned her head sideways. "Kiss me, Mulder," she moaned. As they kissed Mulder lifted his hips so that his cock was between her legs. Scully moaned when she felt the head of his cock pressing against her. As Mulder slowly pushed his cock into her, they both moaned. "I love how you fill me up," she groaned. Mulder kept the pace excruciatingly slow, gyrating his hips as he slid in and out of her. "I don't know about you, Scully, but for making love I think this will be my favourite position." "God, Mulder, it feels incredible. Not just having you inside of me, but covering me, the contact is amazing and so sensual," she told him breathily. "Your ass feels incredible," he moaned. As he continued his sensuous pace, he squeezed her breasts and kissed her neck. Scully pushed her ass back to meet every stroke. "God I can't believe how amazing this feels," she sighed. "You feel amazing," he told her in his gravelly voice. When he finally began to pick up his pace and thrust harder she immediately had another shuddering orgasm. "God, Scully, you are always incredibly tight, but when you come, you get even tighter," he panted. After a few more thrusts she came again. She felt Mulder tense and then pull out and take two final strokes in the crack of her ass, before she felt him quake above her. "That felt incredibly sexy, Mulder. Your slippery cock in the crack of my ass." "That's enough, Miss Scully. I really think we should get some sleep. I think another hard-on right now would kill me," he reached around for the towel and wiped off her back. "Well, I wouldn't want that, would I?" she laughed. She rolled onto her side and sighed contentedly when Mulder pulled her close. She smiled when she felt his nose burrowing into her hair again. "All that exercise and your hair still smells good." His voice was muffled by her hair. "You did all the work, Mulder," she laughed and snuggled back against him. Mulder's breathing almost immediately became slow and regular. She was no longer tired. She started thinking about the implications of their new relationship. "What are you thinking about?" Mulder's voice startled her. "Jesus, Mulder, you scared me. I thought you were asleep." "Not yet. Just very relaxed." "Mmm, that's good," she said softly. "Well?" he asked. "Well what?" "What were you thinking about?" he reminded her. "Oh...us, my family, work...not much." "Are you worried about what your mother will think?" "My mother! God no, she'll be thrilled" Scully laughed. "Ahh, my good friend Bill." "Well, he's just going to have to get used to the fact that he can't run my life. He's been trying to since he was a kid. It's all Ahab's fault. One time when he was going to be away for a few months, he told Bill that he would be the man of the house. Well, let me tell you, it was a living hell until my dad got back and Bill has never been the same. He still tries to run everyone's life, even my mom's." "How will your younger brother take it?" "Charlie? He's a live and let live kinda guy. He'd be thrilled for me if I brought Large Marge home." Mulder snorted. "Yeah, I'm definitely not worried about Charlie." "Is there something you *are* worried about?" he asked quietly. "Work, I guess," she admitted. "What about work?" "I just worry that it will change our partnership. I love our work, Mulder. I don't want to lose it." "We're not breaking any rules here, Scully." "I know that. I mean, will I still feel that I can challenge you?" "Scully, you not challenging me is about as likely as me not cheering for the Knicks," he laughed. "You're not going to ditch me more to try to protect me because we're in love, are you?" "Scully, I love you now as much as I ever have." "That's not much of an answer, Mulder." "That's the only answer I have." "I guess I can worry about that later," she conceded. "If that's the biggest problem we have, Scully, I think we're doing pretty well." "You're right, Mulder. I think about things too much." "Mmm," he agreed snuggling into her hair again. She knew that the strength of their love could get them through. After all, look how far it had taken them already. End please send feedback to faloona4@home.com