From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Wed,  5 Nov 2008 22:51:20 -0600 (CST)
Subject: Bending *REPOST* by Cybill
Source: direct

Reply To: cybill@pacbell.net


TITLE: Bending
AUTHOR: CYBILL
E-MAIL: cybillphile@gmail.com
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: MSR, Post-Ep
CLASSIFICATION: RST
SPOILERS: Gender Bender

SUMMARY: Scully is still feeling the effects of the 
brethren. Mulder helps her through it. Smut ensues. 

DISCLAIMER: All characters used from the show, The 
X-Files are the property of Chris Carter, Ten 
Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting. No 
copyright infringement intended. No money made 
here.

BETA THANKS: To the beta-extraordinaire Mimic117. 
Mims, you were my first beta, you took me under 
your wing in this community and I'll always be 
grateful for that. I'm so happy you welcomed me 
with open arms once again. I hope this is one of 
many future stories you can bust out the beta-
shredder for. 


This is a repost. Two tiny changes were made to
right an inconsistency in the timeline. 
Nothing essential to the story has changed. 
Thank you to an eagle eye on Haven for mentioning 
the error. It got back to me and the errors have 
been rectified.



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Mulder and I left the corn, I with a heavy heart 
and a strange feeling. Maybe it's just me, but 
since Brother Andrew touched me, I haven't shaken 
the urge, the need hiding under the surface of my 
cool exterior. Even as I was vomiting in the field, 
the tingling throughout my body was like I had been 
struck with lightning, only I didn't need medical 
attention. What I needed was to feel a man's touch. 
I recall not being able to participate when that 
man laid me on his bed, as if I was having an out-
of-body experience. Not that I wanted to have 
relations with this stranger, but that hunger was 
strong. It's still lingering within me, ready to 
pounce. 

"Scully, you're home," I hear Mulder say through my 
mind's thick haze. 

"Huh?" I shake my head trying to clear it. "Oh, 
yeah, okay I'm home." I grab the door handle but 
Mulder's hand on my arm stops me. 

"Scully, are you okay?" He has a softening to his 
voice that I've only heard in times where I've been 
sad or hurt. That sound is so sweet and comforting. 
Without thinking I pull him close and place my head 
on his chest, rubbing my cheek against the cotton 
of his shirt. He smells terrific. A musty scent 
with a hint of citrus. He must have some type of 
tropical shaving cream or deodorant. Whatever it 
is, I can't get enough. I breathe in deeply. 

He holds me tighter. "Scully, let me get you 
settled in. Make sure you're okay." 

I don't speak, just nod into his shirt. 

We exit the car and enter my building. He settles 
me down on the couch and leaves to get my bags. 
When he enters again, he's not only holding my bags 
but his as well. I tilt my head to the left and 
stare at his bag. 

"I don't think you should be alone. You haven't 
been yourself since Brother Andrew touched you in 
the alley," he says with a worried tone.

He's right and I nod. Looking at him now, he's so 
long and lean. I can't help thinking about what it 
would be like to wrap my legs around his thin 
waist, scratch my nails down his muscular back, and 
kiss those plump, full lips. Without realizing it 
I'm standing in front of him staring into his eyes. 

"Sc..u..lly," he stammers. 

I slowly push him back against the hallway wall. He 
doesn't say anything but looks frightened and 
vulnerable. I grip the back of his hair, bringing 
his face towards mine. 

"Say you don't want me," comes out of my mouth in a 
guttural growl. I don't even recognize my own 
voice. 

"This isn't right, Scully. We're not ourselves," he 
says through tightened lips. His hands make their 
way to my lower back, encircling my waist tightly. 
It's as if he's trying to center himself by holding 
me back.

His action only fuels my lust. I bring my lips to 
the side of his neck and my body flat against his. 
I ever so slowly trace my lips along the indention 
in his neck up to his ear. I feel his shiver 
throughout my body and I thrust my hips against 
his. He brings his hands down to my ass and 
squeezes, bringing me so close to him I can feel 
his erection through my slacks. 

"Mulder, if we don't act now, we never will. This 
urge is overwhelming," I say as I gyrate my hips in 
a circular motion against his groin. 

"Jesus, Scully." He grunts and brings his lips to 
the crux of where my neck and shoulder meet. He 
bites down with just enough force to make my knees 
weak. In a whisper he says, "I'm going to ask you 
one more time. Are you sure you want this? The 
price could be steep."

I think for a second while I place baby kisses 
along the skin of his chest, each new expanse of 
skin tasting better than the last as I expose it 
one button at a time. I pull my face away from his 
chest long enough to look into his hazel orbs. 
"I've never been more sure of anything in my entire 
life." 

With that statement his hands take hold of my ass 
and hike me up to his waist. The next thing I feel 
is my back slamming against the hallway wall and 
his moist wet lips covering mine. I've never tasted 
anything so sweet. He tastes of sunflower seeds and 
butterscotch candy. I think he was sucking on one 
in the car. Now I'm sucking it from his tongue as 
if he was my own personal candy dispenser. His 
hands are everywhere all at once and they are 
burning pleasure lines along my body. 

Between deep kisses I tell him, "Mulder, bedroom, 
now." He blindly carries me through the hallway, 
stopping here and there when the need to press 
against me overwhelms him. Each time he stops he 
reminds me of a cat rubbing against a scratching 
post only I'm the post. God, it feels good to be 
the post. I can't remember it being like this with 
other men, not that I've had many. Whether it's the 
pheromones that Brother Andrew transferred to me or 
just Mulder, I never want it to end. 

He finally makes his way to the bed and drops me 
down with a plop. I can only imagine the sight I 
present. Hair wild and tangled, chest heaving, 
gasping for air, and a come-hither look that I can 
only hope will guarantee satisfaction. His grin is 
all I need to know. I watch as he drops his jacket 
to the floor and deftly unbuttons the rest of his 
dress shirt. I lift up from my position on the bed 
to pull at his belt. He's pleasantly surprised if 
the look on his face is any indication. I unclasp 
his pants and lower the zipper, pushing my hands 
into his pants and sliding them down to his knees. 
He completes the unveiling and I lay back.

He hovers over me like a stealthy jaguar. I can 
feel the heat radiating from his body and I want it 
pressed against me. My pelvis surges towards him 
but he stops me by firmly cupping my center through 
my slacks. I mewl in delight. He chuckles lightly. 
His fingers trace my blouse buttons and I can't 
wait for him to remove it. He surprises me by using 
both hands and ripping it open. How cliche', I 
think as the pearly buttons go flying across the 
room. His mouth quickly comes down to latch onto my 
breast through my bra and sucks hard. I moan 
uncontrollably. 

His hands make quick work of removing my slacks and 
bra. My heart is pounding so hard I fear it might 
burst. He looks into my eyes and sees my fear. He 
stops immediately. 

"Say the word Scully and we go no further." He 
confused my fear with concern. My only concern is 
if this man doesn't impale me now, I might not 
survive another minute. 

I caress his face with both my hands as he shakes 
with the force of his desire. "I need you," I say 
slowly. Something in my eyes and words convince 
him. He leans down and places feather light kisses 
along my hairline then on my eyes as he makes his 
way to my waiting mouth. His tongue swipes mine 
eagerly, battling for control. I give in to him as 
I've always wanted to. Slowly he kisses his way 
down my frame. He stops at the juncture between my 
legs. My body tingles in anticipation. I haven't 
had a man pleasure me in that manner in a long 
time. I've almost forgotten what it was like. 

His fingers loop the sides of my panties and slowly 
he slides them down my legs. He looks at my naked 
body adoringly. "Scully, I knew you were beautiful 
but I had no idea how gorgeous you were under those 
boring suits." 

I blush and it shows across my entire body. I curse 
my Irish skin. Did he say, "boring suits?"

The thought is lost when Mulder runs just his 
finger tips down my body from my face to my toes. 
It's the lightest touch, more like a breeze. His 
hands slide back up my calves then part my knees. 
His head comes down to my sex, stopping just above, 
breathing in deeply, driving me insane with need. 
I'm nervous but so filled with lust I can hardly 
breathe. He looks at me through heavy lidded eyes. 
He licks his lips and then I'm in pure heaven. The 
flat of his tongue slides along me and I ache for 
more. No sooner does the thought enter my mind when 
he starts working on the center of my desire. He's 
doing things to me I have never experienced with 
past lovers. He takes his time bringing me almost 
to the point of no return and then backs off, 
repeating the process again and again. I can't take 
much more, I need to be filled with him. 

"Mulder, please," I beg. He presses harder into my 
sex with his tongue and bites down. I see stars. My 
orgasm hits me like a liquid hot chocolate souffle 
bursting under too intense heat. It was fast and 
gratifying but I want more, so much more. I grab 
him by the underarms and slam him on top of me. It 
feels so good having his weight pressed against me. 
I kiss him and taste myself. This fuels me and I 
push as hard as I can, rolling him under me. From 
this angle I can see the entire world reflected on 
a beautiful landscape of Mulder-skin. 

My partner is sex. He is what every woman dreams of 
taking to bed with them each night. Right now, his 
honeyed skin tone is glistening in the lamp light. 
His breathing is labored, chest heaving with 
excitement. I run my hands over his chest. I can 
feel his heart beating rapidly. His erection is 
standing proudly, peeking out past where I'm seated 
on his thighs. I run the tip of my finger along its 
edge and he moans. I have heard Mulder moan before, 
but not like this. His moans have been those of 
pain. This sound, this was for me, because of me 
and I plan to be the only one who hears it ever 
again. 

I lick my thumb and run it from root to tip, 
swirling it around the top. His hips surge forward 
and his face turns to a grimace. His hands slide up 
my thighs and grip me tight enough to bruise. I'll 
admire those finger print bruises later and wear 
them as a badge of honor. 

"Scully," comes out as a whisper. I know instantly 
what he wants.

"Mulder, look at me." 

His face turns to mine, our eyes linked as our 
minds have since we met. I lift up, center him 
and slide down slowly over his member. I see his 
eyes widen just as my head falls back in ecstasy. 
He's so deep within me I have trouble breathing, 
but it's the best feeling I've ever known. I feel 
his hands slide up my thighs, over my waist to 
fondle my breasts. I lean my head forward to look 
in his eyes; they tell me everything I need to 
know. 

"Scully, I ..." 

"I know, Mulder. Me too, me too," I say as I lift 
my hips almost completely off of him and come back 
down again, tipping my pelvis on the way. He takes 
up my rhythm with his hips and we become a well 
oiled machine, working in perfect tandem. I always 
knew that in this too, we'd be a team, each one 
striving for the same goal but using our own 
method. 

My heart starts beating more rapidly and my body 
turns hot. My release is coming. If the look on 
Mulder's face is anything to go by, he's about to 
go over the edge as well. I look into his eyes and 
tell him to take what I have and I will take in 
return. He slides his thumb down to where we are 
joined, finding my pleasure center, and rubs in a 
circular motion. One more pump of his hips, circle 
of his hand and I am gone. His body surges us up 
into a sitting position as his orgasm overtakes us 
both. We cling to one another, chest to chest, as 
our orgasms wash over our molded bodies, finally 
coming to a slow halt.

Our breathing slows but we still hold onto one 
another tightly. I think we both fear seeing the 
truth in front of us. I feel small, wet kisses 
along my slick neck coming up to the side of my 
face, under my chin and up to my mouth. I don't 
look in his eyes, but accept his kiss. We kiss 
deeply for what seems like hours but is probably 
minutes. He pulls away from my mouth and I chase 
his a bit. He leans his forehead against mine and 
breaths deeply. 

"This isn't wrong Scully. This feels so right," he 
whispers. 

I nod against his forehead, our bodies still 
clinging tightly. "I'm scared," I say so softly I'm 
not sure he heard me. He does. 

"Of what? Love?" he asks.  

I nod again, tears forming and spilling over my 
cheeks. He feels them and captures them with his 
lips. "You and our search is all that matters to me 
anymore, Mulder. It has to work." I still do not 
look into his eyes.

"Scully, now listen to me very careful. We've been 
together in this search for awhile now. This, you and me 
this way, changes nothing about our partnership. I 
can't pretend anymore that I don't want you, love 
you, need to be with you." He cups my face and 
searches out my eyes. "If we can't be honest with 
each other, how can we expect the truth from anyone 
else?" 

More tears spill over my cheeks and he swipes them 
with his thumbs. 

"Tell me the truth, do you want this?" 

He's giving me an out. He would revert back to just 
being partners if that's what I wanted. If I wasn't 
ready for this step. I love him more than I ever 
have before for offering it. 

"Mulder, I want you, I love you and I need to be 
with you." I repeat his words back to him. 

He kisses me so hard I might have to wear a darker 
shade of lipstick tomorrow to cover my bruised 
lips. We kiss and pet until I hear his stomach 
growl loudly. I pull back and look into his smiling 
face. 

"Mulder, when was the last time you ate?" 

He grins and wiggles his eyebrows. "Well..." he 
starts but I cut him off with a kiss.

I pull myself away from our now sticky, sweaty 
bodies. "Up, come on, quick shower and then I'm 
going to make us omelets." 

He jumps out of bed and embraces me, large arms 
circling around my chest. "You can cook?" 
 
He holds onto me and we shuffle to the bathroom. 
"I've got moves you've never seen before, Mulder. 
You don't know everything about me." I jump under 
the spray and pull the curtain in front of him, 
closing him off. 

"Now I'm scared," he says as he climbs into the 
shower. 

I turn around to him. "Don't be scared, I've got 
you." I hug him tightly, feeling the hot prickly 
spray of the shower against my back. 

"Yes, I believe you do ...hell, you always have," 
is the last thing I hear before his mouth engulfs 
mine and the cold shower tiles tickle my back. 

END