Loser Takes All

By Nicknoc
nicknoc@hotmail.com


Date: Sat, 06 Nov 1999
DISCLAIMER: Not mine etc, etc, etc.
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Gossamer, Ephemeral, Xemplary, anywhere - but
let me know.
SPOILER WARNING: Nope.
RATING: NC-17 - the only thing I appear capable of writing.
CLASSIFICATION: MSR type smut
SUMMARY: Post Arcadia and they're undercover again. But don't worry
about the thin excuse for a plot. You just need to know they get it on.
No plot, no redeeming value. Just smut.


Loser Takes All
by Nicknoc

For the 1000th time that night Mulder offered a silent prayer of thanks
to the FBI and the powers that be for this case. They were undercover,
again, this time as honeymooners. Their job was to lure a serial killer,
dubbed the Honeymoon Killer by some local cop with a very underactive
imagination, out of the woodwork, and in doing so, end his killing
spree.

Predictably, Scully had not seemed terribly enthused at the prospect of
going undercover again, but she hadn't seemed entirely pissed either. In
fact, relations between them had eased since the last time they had been
undercover and tonight she seemed to be actually *enjoying* herself.
Especially as he'd relented and agreed to call her Dana instead of
Laura, although he'd stuck with Rob - there was no way he was using
*his* first name.

Mulder glanced admiringly at Scully's lean form sheathed in a cream
satin dress that managed to cling and float at the same time.  She
looked hot - damn hot. And he had a feeling that tonight she knew it.

As usual he itched to run his hands over her, take her in his arms, and
kiss her. And as usual, he reminded himself that this would get him
nothing more than a smack in the face - if he was lucky. Scully was out
of bounds. They may toss about the odd bit of sexual innuendo here and
there, but he was sure that she wasn't really interested.

Kissing her would have to remain a part of his fantasy life.

Until he remembered what they were here for. Their *honeymoon*.

Thanking his boss silently again, he leaned forward and brushed a kiss
against Scully's lips as they waited for the restaurant staff to clear
their table.  At her slightly startled look he explained, "Honeymooners,
remember Scully - sorry Dana?"

Scully looked up at him, smiling like a Cheshire cat. "*Sweetheart*,
somehow I don't think anyone is going to mistake that chaste little kiss
for the passion of honeymooners. I think this is more appropriate."

She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to his in a hot, open
mouthed kiss.  He involuntarily clutched at her hips in surprise,
pulling her closer to him.

Shit!  Scully was kissing him, although her tongue was noticeably
absent, he thought somewhat deflated. Good ole Scully - always the
professional, even when kissing him in the name of duty.

Finally she drew back and flashed him a grin before following the waiter
to their table. He grimaced slightly when he realized that he had a
rather obvious erection forming. Holding his coat in front of him to
cover it, he followed her to the table.

***

Scully couldn't conceal the wide grin on her face as she walked to the
table. Luckily, Mulder was behind her and couldn't see it.

She'd kissed him!

Maybe not properly, but it was a huge leap forward in Scully and Mulder
Land.  She had to admit she was starting to enjoy this assignment.
During their last undercover assignment she had been too angry with him
to enjoy it.  She had been still smarting from the Diana Incident, as
she referred to it in her mind, and his lack of trust in her judgement
when she had ventured to express her doubts about Diana.

Now that her anger had died down she had been surprised at what had
taken over. Jealousy. Pure and simple. Dana Scully had come to the
forefront, pushing Agent Scully aside with sharpened claws, ready to do
battle. This realization had forced her to admit what she had previously
tried to ignore. She wanted Mulder for her own. And until Diana Fowley
had come onto the scene she had been confident that Mulder was hers, in
a nice safe way. Now she wasn't so sure, and when the potential loss of
him had stared her in the face she had realized just how much he meant
to her.

And then of course there was sex. Lately she had found herself in bed
tallying up the reasons why she *should* have sex with him, rather than
the other way around. Well maybe not 'tallying', as there was only one
reason. But it was a powerful reason. She wanted him. God, she wanted
him.

Maybe that was why she had suddenly found the courage to kiss him.
Still, she'd  managed to keep it on a professional level - if it's even
possible to kiss your work partner in a professional manner. Even with
no tongues, however, the kiss had sent bolts of arousal to her groin.
And don't think she hadn't noticed his erection.

Settling themselves in, he leaned over and murmured, "Nice going Scully
- at least half the restaurant noticed us. What are you going to do to
get the other half to notice?"

She smirked. "You can only dream Mulder. Besides, it's your turn next.
Just remember, keep those hands in check, and I don't want your tongue
*anywhere* near me," she said with a raised eyebrow. She was such a good
liar sometimes.

"What are you suggesting Scully? That I have no self-control? I can be
just as professional as you are about this. It's just another job."

Scully ran her eyes over the menu, smiling slightly. "Protesting too
much, methinks," she murmured.

Her smile widened at Mulder's irritated response.

"Scully, you may look cute in that dress, but trust me - you're not
irresistible.  At least - not to me."

She looked up at him with a cool smile. "Really *Rob*. I beg to differ."

"And what makes you say that Dana?" he said, with equal parts irritation
and humor.

"Let's just say, that wasn't a gun you had in your pocket. I think you
*were* just happy to see me."  She smirked at him before continuing to
peruse the menu.

Mulder blushed and leaned over so that nobody could overhear. "Don't
flatter yourself, Scully. That was merely a normal physiological
reaction. You're a doctor - you should know that."

When she didn't respond, he added, a little more sarcastically than he
intended, "I've resisted you for 7 years now, so I think I'll manage
tonight. Thanks for your concern though."

She looked up and gave him an incredulous stare. "You've resisted me?
*You've* resisted *me*??  Mulder, if anyone has been doing the resisting
it was me. If I had responded to any one of your many advances, you
would have melted like butter in the summer sun. So don't flatter
*yourself*."

They glared at each other.

Finally he broke their silence, leaning back casually and smiling at
her, "Dana, believe me, if I had *really* been making advances towards
you, we'd be at home right now, and you'd be naked on the floor and
begging me for it."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. The arrogant bastard! (She refused to
acknowledge the little voice inside her head saying "He is right though,
isn't he.") Well she'd wipe that self-satisfied smile off his face soon
enough.

"So Rob, care to put your money where your mouth is?"

He looked up, startled. "What are you suggesting Dana?"

"Well, you seem to think that if you turned the full force of your charm
on me, I'd be - and I quote - 'begging for it'. I dispute that.
Furthermore, I believe that if anyone were to beg anyone, it would be
*you* begging me, not the other way around."

"So the wager is...?"

"$100. The loser is the person who breaks first. Just to spell it out -
the person who begs for it first."

She smirked at his reaction. He looked rather shocked at her proposal.
Frankly she was also rather shocked at what she had just proposed, but
she couldn't deny the tingle of excitement coursing through her.

Fox Mulder was not going to know what had hit him.

***

Mulder stared at her, amazed.

"Scully," he finally managed to stutter out in a low voice. "Don't you
think we're starting to skate on thin ice? I mean...this could lead
to..." He stopped, not really wanting to spell out what he had been
trying to get at. Sex - this could lead to sex. Frankly he *wanted* it
to lead to sex - every damn thing he did with Scully he wanted to lead
to sex, but he had accepted that it never would. Now however, she had
thrown him a curve ball, and although she was proposing something that
he could have dreamed up in some lust-filled fantasy, some chivalrous
part of him still felt compelled to warn her - give her a way out.

Goddamm his gentlemanly nature.

She leaned towards him and said coolly, "Mulder, *you* may be skating on
thin ice, but *I'm* not. I have no intention of even coming close to
losing this bet. Besides, the terms of the bet was 'begging for it' not
*actually* doing it. So don't get your hopes up," she said with a grin.
"Or anything else for that matter."

Right. If she was going to play hardball, then so was he. Damn chivalry
- it was dead anyway.

"Ma'am have you made your decision yet?"

Mulder jumped slightly. He had been so intent on watching Scully gaze
hungrily at the menu that he hadn't noticed the waiter approach.

"Ummm lets see." She licked her lips and looked up at him through her
eyelashes. "What do you recommend? I'm very hungry," she purred.

Mulder's eyes widened in surprise. Goddamm, she was flirting with him.
Well if she thought that seeing her flirt with another guy was going to
turn him on, then she was sadly mistaken. Although she did look rather
cute, the way she pouted her lips.

"Ah...well, the seafood salad is very good. It has fresh asparagus,
avocado, a variety of seafood..." He trailed off as she looked up at him
and smiled a slow smile.

"That sounds fantastic...James. Could you do me a favor James?"

He leaned closer, captivated by her. "Sure, anything."

"Could you bring me the dressing on the side?"

He smiled broadly. He could do that for her. "Certainly Ma'am."

Turning on his heel he walked off, only to return shamefaced a few
moments later. "Uh, sorry Sir, can I take your order?"

Mulder glared at him. "I'll have the lobster. And can you bring me and
my *wife* some champagne please."

The waiter nodded, still blushing, and sped off.

"So Dana, any rules for this little wager of ours?"

She cocked her head to one side as she considered the idea. Finally she
shook her head, causing her hair to swing gently around her cheeks.

"No, I don't think so. Anything goes Rob. Unless you're not game?"

"Oh I'm game alright."

Poor Scully, he thought smugly. He'd never let on to her, but he knew
exactly what would push her buttons. He always got the best reaction
from her when he was cute, sweet and gently attentive. He knew she'd be
expecting him to turn on the full sexy charm - the flirtatious
suggestive comments, the compliments, the sexy leers - but that could
degenerate into sleaziness. And sleaziness would *never* win over Dana
Scully. Nope, he'd go for cute, affectionate and lots of touching. Lots
of touching.

As for her, well she'd made it clear already that she *was* going to
turn on the sexy charm and frankly, that was dangerous. Even the thought
of Scully being slightly sleazy sent a rush of blood to his groin. He
was a man after all.  However, he consoled himself with the fact that
even if he lost this bet - he won. He'd give his right arm to have
Scully come on to him, and here she was handing it to him on a silver
platter.

Really, his only test was to hold out for as long as possible so that he
could enjoy this.

The champagne arrived quickly and Mulder poured them both a glass. "To
us," he said, raising his glass.

"To us," she repeated.

He brought his chair closer to hers. "So have you looked around yet?
Any likely candidate?"

They had been seated so that their backs were to a corner and they were
able to see almost the entire room. And, of course, the entire room was
able to see them.

"Everyone seems to be in couples or families. Nobody is alone. But I
guess it would draw too much attention to come here alone. Nobody seems
to have been looking at us though."

"Well I guess we simply haven't drawn enough attention to ourselves," he
murmured into her ear. And then he kissed her earlobe, noting her shiver
as he did so. He continued his trail of kisses softly down her neck and
then back up to her cheek.

She didn't turn to look at him, instead she kept her eyes fixed ahead.
Chuckling quietly, he grabbed her jaw gently between his thumb and
forefinger and turned her face towards him.

"Whatsa matter Scully," he whispered. "Don't you want me to kiss you?"

He ran his forefinger lightly over her lips. "I want to kiss you Scully,
but I wont if you don't want me to. I wonder what you taste like?
Champagne maybe, mixed in with your own slight saltiness. Do you want me
to kiss you Scully?"

"Your dinner Ma'am."

***

Thank God! Scully could have kissed the waiter. Saved by a seafood
salad.

Okay, Mulder was better at this than she'd predicted. Or maybe she was
just so far gone over him that she had only a few vestiges of will-power
left, because she was ready to grab him and pull him under the table
with her, and all he'd done was kiss her neck.

Dammit, it was time to turn the tables.

First she slipped off the wrap that came with her dress, revealing only
tiny shoestring straps and a great deal of cleavage. Well, a great deal
for her.  It was chilly without the wrap, and she considered putting it
back on again. Until she saw Mulder's eyes popping out of his head as he
stared at her chest.  Yep, stared. She glanced down and realized that it
was quite a sight - she had no bra on and she was *cold*.  Normally she
would have thrown that wrap back on so fast, but tonight she needed
every advantage she could get.

And Mulder was a very visual man.  She would have to take advantage of
that.

She leaned over to get a look at his meal, affording him a better view
of her cleavage. "Your lobster looks great. Can I try some?"

Reluctantly he dragged his eyes up to her face. "You haven't even tried
your own yet Scu - Dana. I'll give you some in a moment."

She smiled and turned back to her own meal. It did look delicious -
spears of fresh asparagus, slivers of avocado, prawns, scallops and
crab. It was huge and she would never finish it, but that's what Mulder
was for.

She picked up a spear of asparagus in her fingers and dipped it in the
sauce. As Mulder looked up from her lobster she tilted her head back and
lowered the asparagus into her mouth, sucking the sauce off as she
gently withdrew the vegetable. She noted with satisfaction the rising
flush in Mulder's cheeks.

"Mmm," she moaned, "This sauce is fantastic. Here, try some."

She dipped her finger in the sauce and held it out for Mulder.  Raising
an eyebrow at her, he took her hand in his and drew her finger into his
mouth. Okay, that was a *bad* move. He wasn't content with just licking
the sauce off.  He was sucking her finger, and running his tongue up and
down her sensitive flesh. This felt good. Too good. She tried to pull
her finger out of his mouth, but he wouldn't let her. He suckled at it
some more before he finally released it.

"Hmm, it is nice," he said smugly.

She raised an eyebrow at him and placed the same finger in her mouth,
sucking his saliva off. They locked eyes as she sucked, and she realized
that her action was turning her on as much as it was obviously turning
him on.

Eat your dinner Dana, she told herself.

End Part 1

From: "nicknoc@hotmail.com" <nicknoc@hotmail.com>
Date: Sat, 06 Nov 1999 13:33:10 +1100
Subject: xfc: NEW: Loser Takes All (Part 2 of 2)
Source: xfc

From: "nicknoc@hotmail.com" <nicknoc@hotmail.com>

Loser Takes All
By Nicknoc
See part 1 for disclaimers

Part 2

Mulder watched as Scully ducked her head and began eating, suddenly
ignoring him. He smirked. She wasn't quite so in control now.

Time for the second wave of his onslaught.

"Dana," he murmured in a husky voice. "Want some lobster?"

She looked up quickly and he chuckled. She could ignore him, but she
couldn't ignore lobster. He pulled a nice chunk of flesh out of the
shell and held it out for her. But instead of taking it with her
fingers, she leaned forward and ate it out of his hand, making sure she
licked his fingers in the process. Her shoulder strap slipped off as she
leaned over and his senses were assaulted with the sight of a creamy
expanse of flesh as well as her hot tongue lapping at his fingers.

Okay, that was erotic.

He quickly cleaned the remaining lobster juice off his fingers with the
finger bowl and napkin and then ran his finger up her arm, bringing her
strap back up with it.

"You have beautiful breasts."

Her head snapped up to look at him, and his cheeks colored. He hadn't
meant to say that out loud.  She looked at him guardedly, as if gauging
whether his comment was just part of their bet.

His heart constricted as he realized she really didn't know whether he
was serious or not. How could she not know?  How could she not know how
alluring and attractive he found her?

Because you've never told her, you stupid bastard.

"I mean it Scully. I think you're beautiful and sexy. I'm sorry I
haven't told you before."

She still continued to stare at him, fork paused halfway to her mouth.
As the seconds ticked by he began to feel more and more uncomfortable.
Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. Maybe he'd completely misjudged
the situation and he'd crossed a line that she didn't want him to
cross.  He picked up his glass, and had a mouthful of champagne. It was
safer if he didn't say anything more.

***

As she watched Mulder pick up his glass she realized she still hadn't
responded. She'd left him hanging after he'd just told her she was
beautiful. Not even a 'Thank you Mulder.'

But she was stunned.  He'd told her she was beautiful. And sexy. And the
tone of his voice told her that he wasn't playing any games - he meant
it.

He'd never said anything like that to her before. He'd teased her about
being his one in five billion; in times of anguish he'd told her she
made him a complete person. But there was no anguish here, and no
teasing. He'd just told her straight out that he thought she was
beautiful and sexy.  Not just that she *was*, but that he *thought* she
was - a distinction which, to her, meant a lot.

She put down her fork, trying to gather her thoughts and think of a
suitable and meaningful response. When she realized she had no words to
do justice to what she felt, she leaned over and placed her hand against
his cheek.  Pulling his head towards his, she pressed her lips against
his and moved them against his until his lips parted. She flicked her
tongue out and was gratified to hear the whisper of a whimper emanate
from him. Pulling him closer, she delved into his mouth with her tongue,
until he was kissing her back with a passion that nearly took her breath
away. His tongue stroked hers, and then forced its way into her mouth
until they were exchanging hot, open mouthed kisses, oblivious to the
stares of the people in the restaurant around them.

Finally, Scully pulled back and shyly wiped her hand over her mouth.
"That was from me Mulder. Nothing to do with the bet, and nothing to do
with tonight. Just me."

Mulder heart skipped a beat. He leaned forward and pressed his lips
against her ear. "The bet's over Scully. You win. Consider this me
begging for it."

Scully laughed and squeezed his hand that was resting on her leg. "Let's
call it a draw, shall we?"

They were interrupted by Mulder's cell phone.

"Yes Sir. Okay Sir. Uh yeah, we did. Thanks. Okay, I'll let her know.
Thanks."

He put down his phone with a big grin at Scully.

"What?"

"That was Detective Lampett. Thanking us for a job well done."

At her mystified look his smile widened. "They just got him. Outside,
preparing his 'equipment' for us. Apparently that last kiss sent him
over the edge. In the words of Detective Lampett 'You two must have put
on quite a show'"

Scully snorted. She raised her glass to Mulder. "Do you think this will
go down in history as our easiest job ever?"

"I don't know about that, but I think it will go down in history as our
most pleasurable job."

"So what next?" she asked after draining her glass. Now that their
suspect was caught, she didn't need to watch her alcohol consumption.

"Well..." said Mulder slowly. "We could take advantage of the Bureau's
generosity, and finish our meals. Or we could not."

She took a moment to digest what he was implying. "Why don't you drive
me home?" she finally said.

***

Mulder couldn't get her out of the restaurant fast enough.

On the way home he felt her gaze on him. When he turned to meet her
stare she turned away, with a slight smile playing at the corner of her
mouth.  Facing the road again, he saw her turn to look at him once more.
Okay, she wanted to look at him - god knows he'd stared at her enough in
the last 7 years. He wondered if she could see the prominent bulge in
his pants.

He could almost feel her eyes burning tracks on him, and the feeling
that she was devouring him with her eyes was intensely arousing.  Up
ahead he saw the light turn amber. Good.

As he pulled to a standstill, he turned and roughly pulled her across
the console, pressing his lips fiercely against hers. It was not the
most skilful kiss, but what he lacked in finesse he more than made up
for in passion. He swept his tongue into her mouth and she responded
with a small moan. His hand traveled up her hip and across the satin
material clinging to her stomach before cupping her breast.

This time they both moaned.

<BEEP!>

Fuck!  Mulder glared into his rear-view mirror. Would it be improper use
of his power to arrest that guy?

He screeched off, oblivious to Scully's silent laughter, and made it
back to her apartment without causing an accident.

By the time they made it to her door he could barely contain himself as
he watched her fumble for her keys. His hands stole to her hips and
gently massaged them, reveling in the feel of the satin sliding over her
skin. He noted with satisfaction the shaking of her hands as she tried
to get the key in the keyhole. He slipped his hands around to cup her
breasts and she stopped even trying to get the key in.

Leaning her head back against his chest as he lightly stroked her
nipples she croaked, "Mulder, if you don't let go of me there is *no*
way I am going to be able to open this door."

He grinned. Her nipples were like two hard little stones beneath his
fingers and he began massaging her breasts more fully, peering down at
her cleavage as he pushed them together and then apart and then
together...

"Mulder?"

"Well Scully," he murmured into her ear. "They're not my neighbors, so I
guess I don't care if we never make it inside."

She brought her hands up to cover his. "I care Mulder. Please, just stop
for one second."

He obeyed long enough for her to open the door, and then he pushed her
forward, spinning her around and kicking the door closed with his foot.
Before she even had time to speak his lips were against hers, drinking
her in.

Still maintaining lip contact, he bent down and lifted her up so she was
pressed against his chest, feet dangling. Tongue stroking hers, he began
stumbling towards her bedroom.

And then he stopped.

Mortification overcame him as he realized that he had just assumed this
was what she wanted. Certainly she was kissing him back with equal
passion, but a passionate kiss didn't necessarily mean sex was on the
cards. God knows he'd learned that lesson many times over in high
school.

He pulled back from her mouth and she wrapped her legs around his waist
to get a better grip.

"Uh...Scully -"

"What's up Mulder? Apart from the obvious I mean." She began tracing the
outline of his jaw with little bites. "You want to do it in the
hallway?" she murmured against his skin. "Kinky."

He laughed in relief. "I was just checking...that you really wanted
this. We don't have to go all the way if you don't want to." He winced
at the schoolyard phrase, but it was the only way his lust-addled brain
could think to put it.

She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it back off his forehead.
"Mulder, I want this. I want you. I thought that was obvious by the way
I had my legs wrapped around you and was pressing myself into your
erection."

He laughed, a bit embarrassed. "Well yeah, but you know - girls press
themselves against my erection all the time and it doesn't necessarily
mean anything."

"Blow up girls don't count Mulder."

He shot her a mock outraged look and almost ran into the bedroom with
her, tumbling them both onto the bed. Lying atop her he paused to look
at her closely. This was a Scully he'd never seen before. Hair wild,
cheeks flushed and glowing, lips swollen and eyes hooded with arousal.
This was the Scully he'd waited almost 7 years to see.

"What took us so long Scully?" he asked softly.

She shrugged slightly. "Fear? Uncertainty? Not wanting to upset a status
quo that worked so well?"

He gazed at her. "You know I love you don't you?"

She smiled widely. "Actually no. So I'm glad you told me."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Wasn't it obvious?"

Her mind flashed back to their argument over Diana. "No Mulder, it was
never obvious," she said quietly.  "I love you too. Just in case that's
not obvious either."

He grinned in relief. "Thanks. I'm no good at reading between the
lines."

"Well in that case, I'd like to make another thing clear." She moved her
hips under his suggestively. "I'm starting to get restless Mulder. You
have what I want."

He thrust gently into her. "Demanding aren't we?"

Scully giggled. She'd show him just how demanding she could be. Grasping
his head between her hands she pulled him forward and pressed her lips
firmly against his. Undulating her hips beneath him she began exploring
his mouth slowly with her tongue.

He tasted divine - traces of champagne mixed in with his own distinct
flavor.  It was a heady mixture.

Not breaking contact with his mouth she turned him over so she was lying
on top of him. She sat up, straddling his hips, and he moaned at the
loss of her mouth. Scully smiled - he'd be moaning for a lot more than
that in a moment.

Wriggling so she positioned herself firmly over his erection, she began
unbuttoning his shirt, leaning over in the process so he had a full view
down her dress. When the shirt was fully unbuttoned, she pushed it
aside, exposing his chest to her wandering fingers. She scratched her
fingernails down his sides, fascinated with the faint red marks that
appeared instantly on his smooth skin. His flesh looked so inviting and
she bent to explore his chest with her mouth, alternating kisses with
small bites. His nipples hardened into tiny peaks and he began thrusting
upwards into her groin.

She sat back and rotated her hips, enjoying the sensation of his
hardness against her soft, sensitive flesh. He groaned and clamped his
hands onto her hips, pulling her hard down onto him.

Scully placed her hands over his, and together they ground into each
other, eyes locked in sultry, silent communication.  She released his
hands and ran her own hands over her stomach, up to her breasts. He
watched, enthralled, as she played with her nipples until they jutted
out, straining against the satin of her dress.

"Show me," Mulder demanded huskily, still thrusting against her.

Smiling sexily, Scully slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders.
Holding her arm across her breasts to keep the dress up, she slipped
first one arm, then the other out of the dress. Teasingly, she let the
material fall slowly, exposing her breasts inch by inch.

"Scully..." breathed Mulder as the dress pooled around her waist,
exposing her creamy pink-tipped breasts. "You're magnificent."

She picked up his hands gently and placed them against her breasts. They
both moaned at the sensation. Unable to contain himself any longer,
Mulder sat upright, nearly toppling her off in the process.  Capturing
her in a deep kiss he fondled her breasts, causing her breathing to
become even more rapid.

"I want to taste you Scully," he muttered against her mouth. "I want to
see if you taste like I've imagined."

"What do you think I taste like Mulder?"

"Tangy, like limes, but deeper, richer, more savory. Musky...like you
smell, only stronger." While he spoke he lifted her off his lap and
propped her gently up against her pillows, pausing to suckle her
nipples.

She whimpered at the sensation and her hands cradled his head, following
its path as he kissed down her belly. He lifted the dress up so it
created a silky band across her waist and then pressed his face into her
satin-covered mound, inhaling her scent.  Her fingers gripped tighter,
tangling in his hair, and she thrust her hips up to meet his mouth.

She felt his tongue lapping at her through her underwear. Jesus!  Did
anything ever feel so good?!  She began thrusting towards him, matching
the rhythm of his tongue.

"Mulder, Mulder...oh God, Mulder," she moaned.

***

Mulder smiled against her. Her moans and entreaties were an incredible
turn-on. For a second he paused, wanting to savor this moment. This was
the top of the list as far his Scully fantasies went and he almost
wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He considered
this the most intimate of sexual acts and he couldn't believe that
Scully was letting him share this with her. Actually, she wasn't just
*letting* him, she was positively encouraging him.

As if to prove his point, she moaned again and thrust against his mouth.

He quickly pulled her panties down and then sought out her clitoris with
his tongue, giving it a light flick which caused her to cry out. He was
fast discovering the sheer delight of making love to Dana Scully. Not
only was she incredibly sensitive to his caresses, but she was
endearingly abandoned about showing her pleasure.

He stroked her clitoris with his tongue, keeping his touch light, but
his movement rapid. Her fingers clutched sporadically at his hair, and
she kept up a stream of sexual babble, "God yes Mulder, just like that,
just like that, don't stop, please Mulder, don't stop,
ohgodohgodohgod...Muuulder!"

This last cry of his name tore out of her throat as she came, and he
kept his mouth against her, wanting to feel the vibrations of her
orgasm. When she had finished and lay limply on the bed, he slid up her
body until they were face to face.

She turned her flushed and sweaty face to him and said, "I want you to
come in me."

Okay, he hadn't been prepared for *that* and he almost came at the
sounds of those words tumbling out of her mouth. But fortune smiled upon
him, and he managed to hold back while he quickly pulled his pants and
boxers off. He left his dress shirt flapping around him - it wasn't
important and every second he wasted was a second he wasn't in Scully.

He positioned himself over her and she obliging pulled her legs up and
wrapped them around his waist. Reaching a hand down to help guide him
in, Scully grasped his thickened cock. Her eyes widened and she arched
an eyebrow at him.

"Much bigger than I remembered," she smirked. "Much, much bigger."

"Yeah, well - you didn't see me in ideal circumstances that time. Now
*this* is the ideal circumstance..."

Their grins faded as Mulder pressed himself into her, both of them
overtaken by the sensation of his hard flesh being enveloped by her
pulsating muscles.  When he was fully surrounded by her, he paused,
overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment.

Finally he croaked out, "You feel amazing Scully."

She smiled and ran her hand lightly through his hair. "*You* feel
amazing Mulder."

As Mulder began stroking she closed her eyes, giving in to the sensation
of Fox Mulder making love to her.  He watched her reaction, still
slightly in awe of what was happening between them. But as he picked up
pace, his eyes fell closed too. Now it was all about touch - the
ultimate tactile experience.

When Mulder could hold back no longer, he began pumping furiously into
her. He could feel his orgasm rising, and although he wanted to hold
back to try to give her another orgasm, he knew he was fighting a losing
battle. And when Scully pulled his head down and whispered in his ear,
"Come for me Mulder", it was all over. He came into her in huge
pulsating bursts before slumping on top of her, completely spent.

After what could have been a few seconds or a few minutes, Scully
wriggled under him. "Mulder, you're much heavier than you look."

"Mmph, sorry Scully." He slid off her, and positioned himself
comfortably with his head on one breast and one hand clasped
possessively around the other.

"You're not going to fall asleep on me, are you?" she murmured.

"Mmhuh," he nodded happily.

She smiled. Noticing his shirt was still on, she undid the buttons at
the wrist of the hand he had wrapped over her breast. Gently lifting his
fingers off, she managed to slip his arm out of the shirt and pull it to
one side, exposing his back, before placing his hand back on her breast.
She was too wired to sleep, so she may as well have the pleasure of
running her hands over his smoothly, muscled back.

Casting her eyes down his body, she noticed she still had her dress on.
Well sort of on - it was crumpled around her waist, and probably had
numerous bodily juices on it by now. Maybe she should save it  - you
never know when a semen stained dress can come in handy.  She laughed at
the thought, causing Mulder's head to bob up and down slightly.

He was so fast asleep he didn't even stir.

The sudden realization that Mulder was asleep on her caused a lump in
her throat. This was a man who went days without sleeping, trusting her
enough to sleep like a baby wrapped around her. She wrapped her arms
around him, burying her nose in his soft hair.

Breathing in his scent, she found herself relaxing. His smell was so
familiar to her, bringing with it flashbacks of good times and horrible
times. But above all it brought with it a sense of calm. Keeping her
nose buried in his hair, she fell into a deep and comfortable sleep.

THE END