From: "Donnilee" <donnilee@snet.net>
Date: Sun, 5 May 2002 23:03:18 -0400
Subject: RE: Bound in Matrimony
Source: direct

TITLE:            BOUND IN MATRIMONY
AUTHOR:      DONNILEE
E-MAIL:         DONNILEE@SNET.NET
WEB SITE:     http://www.donnilee.tripod.com
CATEGORY:   MSR - M/Sc/Sk 
RATING:         NC-17 (Extreme)
SPOILERS:      Nope.
SUMMARY:    Will Scully's pregnancy change their lifestyle?  Fifth story
in the Dark Sex Series.
DISCLAIMER:  All characters are owned by Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen
Productions and Fox Broadcasting. I take no responsibility for the
lousy handling of them on the show the last couple of seasons!  If
they were mine, they would be sexually active creatures with real
lives.
THANKS:  As always, so many thanks to my beta reader, Sdani for her
thorough reading and her willingness to tell me when I've written
something really stupid!  She calls me on my grammar, my
inconsistencies, and things that just don't work.  Love you, darling.
DEDICATION: A special dedication and thanks to AmeMiyu a/k/a Cat who
sent me the following challenge:
 
1.    Sexually dominant/aggressive (not violent) Mulder;  Check!
2.    Smut scene on the kitchen table; Check!
3.    The Lone Gunmen - Scully referring to them as her boys; Check!
4.    Red Sweater; Check!
5.    Popsicle;  Check! 
6.    Little gray kitten in a filing cabinet or other unlikely place; 
Check!
 
AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This is a continuation of the Dark Sex Series, which
started, with "Happy Birthday, Love" and continued with "B is for
Bondage", "C is for Courage" and "Birthday Boy".  You don't have to
have read those stories to understand this one, but I would love it if
you did!  You might get a little confused here and there by
assumptions I make with inferences to the previous stories.  What you
do need to know is that Mulder and Scully have been involved in a D/s
relationship for some time now and recently got married.  They have
their own house together in Falls Church, VA.
 
WARNING:  Here, there be funky sex.  There is D/s scenarios, BDSM
scenarios, three-way sex, anal sex ... and on and on.  Anyway, you get
the picture.  If this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, I suggest
you don't partake.  If it is however, sit back and enjoy!  As always,
thanks for reading!
 
PART 1 (NC-17)
FOX & DANA MULDER'S HOME
FALLS CHURCH, VA
JUNE 15, 2002 - SATURDAY
10:00 AM
 
I heard his key in the door and jumped slightly.  My heart rate
accelerated and I squeezed my thighs together feeling the anticipatory
ache start up between my legs.  I bit my lower lip while hanging on to
the edge of the sink to squelch the tiny grunt that wanted to emerge.
 
He'd left to go shopping about two hours ago, slipping out before I
woke.  I usually slept late on Saturdays, till around 9:00.  I'd
rolled over in bed, reaching for him and found his side empty.  I was
immediately awake and alert, listening for signs of him moving in the
house.  I sat up and turned to see what time it was then.  As I
glanced at the clock reading 8:30 AM, I'd seen the large white
envelope on the nightstand.
 
I'd snatched it up and tore it open.  A card with a plain white
background emerged in my hand.  Embossed on the front was the image of
two naked torsos entwined together.  I'd smiled and opened the card
only to find Mulder's distinctive scrawl.
 
Doll,
 
Gone shopping.  Be back at around 10:00.  I want you to dress in the
new lingerie I bought you after showering and use the enema I put on
the bathroom sink.  Please use the lavender body spray I like so much.
 
Then I want you to wear your nipple suckers with your outfit and eat
the muffin and coffee I've left in the kitchen.  You can occupy the
rest of your time however you wish, but make a fresh pot of coffee
when you're done and be ready for me at 10:00.  No make up.
 
Love you, 
M-
 
He'd started calling me Doll all the time now when we engaged in our
sex play.  He'd said enough times that because of our size difference,
he felt like he was fucking a little doll, and that soon became his
pet name for me.  He allowed me to call out his name in the throes of
passion, but when addressing him in play, I wasn't to use his name.  
I called him, Lover.  It helped to establish our role reversal not to
call each other by the names we used at work.  We were our own people
here in this house.  At work we were who we needed to be.  We were
real people in both places, but we were different people at home.
 
He only called me Scully when we weren't in our D/s roles.  I'd
followed his instructions to the letter and sat in the living room
reading an AMA Journal on the couch.  I'd realized the time and went
to the kitchen to get a cold glass of water when I heard his key in
the lock.  I took a deep breath and turned to face the kitchen
doorway, my hands gripping the edge of the counter in a death grip.  
No sense appearing calm when I wasn't.  He liked me to be a little
unsettled.  It had only been an hour and a half but my body was
buzzing with anticipation.
 
The sight of him filling the doorway took my breath away.  He was
wearing worn black jeans, a black turtleneck, and black boots and
carrying a bag from Glennie's Novelties.  His eyes insolently raked me
from head to toe a couple of times before settling his gaze on my
face.  A slight smirk graced his face.
 
I gasped gently and felt my crotch flood with another gush of wetness.  
Jesus, just the sight of the man made me weak in the knees sometimes.  
His shirt was snug and accented his broad shoulders and revealed the
muscles of his chest.  His jeans rode low on his narrow hips.  His
voice was slow and held a gravel tone when he finally spoke, "Ahh,
Doll, I knew you'd look fabulous in that."
 
I smiled widely, unreasonably pleased with his praise.  In the
beginning, this submissive posture was bothersome and I was
embarrassed by my need for it.  But we had grown together in this, and
now, it was second nature.  At work we were equals, 50/50 all the way.  
Once home, I needed the release of the tightly held control required
for work.  And he needed to feel control, something he lacked before
we became involved.  For him, it made the uncertainty of our lives and
our work more bearable somehow.  He felt balance.  And so did I.  He
was the emotional one at work, and I was the voice of reason.  At
home, our roles were dramatically reversed.
 
 
Even when not playing, I would generally defer to him at home, at
least in matters of sex.  Once in the mindset of letting him make
decisions and releasing my responsibility, whether we were playing or
not, I found it relaxing to just let him call the shots.  It was a
choice for me.  I could break out of it at any time and that was
comforting.  Consequently, I rarely did.  Knowing I had the choice was
enough for me.  I trusted Mulder completely.  This allowed me to relax
and be led and I was always allowed to ask for something or voice
dissatisfaction as long as I wasn't insolent or bitchy about it.
 
It was slightly astonishing that we could flip back and forth so
easily, but time and practice had allowed us to slip easily into our
lifestyle.  We had designed a hidden room downstairs into a treasure
trove of sexual pleasure.  But as the months went on, we emerged from
the basement and broadened the scope of our play to include the whole
house, although most of it was still done in the Hide-A-Way, as we
called it, where we kept all our toys.
 
His voice adopted his usual air of command.  "Did you eat?"
 
"Yes, Lover."
 
"Good.  Did you make the coffee?"
 
I waved my hand toward the fresh pot of coffee on the counter.  He
frowned, "I want you to answer me, Doll, when I ask you a question,
whether the answer is obvious or not," he said simply.
 
"Yes, I made the coffee, Lover."
 
He nodded curtly.  "Fix me a cup.  I'll be right back."
 
I sprung away from my position at the sink and retrieved a mug for
him, fixing his coffee just the way he liked it.  I heard his boot
heels ring on the hardwood floor of the dining room as he crossed out
of my sight into the hallway.
 
We'd finally gotten married six months ago; two short months after I'd
accepted his proposal.  He'd asked about three or four times before
I'd accepted.  Just a few weeks ago, I'd found out that by some
miracle, I was pregnant.  At this point, I was three months pregnant.  
We were over the moon about it.
 
I stood holding his mug, waiting for him to return, feeling my nipples
throb deliciously.  I squeezed the sides of the vicious little tubes
hanging off the end of my nipples and sucked in a harsh breath as I
felt the pinching sensation of the hard suction.
 
He returned without the bag, but was carrying a large zip lock bag
with a couple of things in it and a tube of lubricant in the other.  
He smiled wickedly at me as I whimpered.  He approached me and laid
the items on the counter, gently extracting the mug from my hand that
was now seizing it in a death grip.  He chuckled but said nothing and
proceeded to take several leisurely mouthfuls of coffee.
 
He smiled. "Perfect", he said, referring to the coffee.  I beamed
another smile at him.
 
His eyes wandered over me again.  His smile faded and so did mine.  
He set his cup down and reached for my hand, leading me over to the
breakfast kitchen table in the center of the room.  He shoved the
chair out of the way and spun me to face the table.
 
"Bend over at the waist and hold onto the sides of the table," he
commanded.
 
I did as I was told and listened to his boot heels on the linoleum.  
He crossed back to stand behind me and I fidgeted while he made his
preparations.  I heard the latex glove snap onto his hand.  It was a
trigger for me and I stiffened feeling every hair on my body stand on
end.
 
His voice was soft and he mumbled, "Cold".
 
Then I felt his heavily lubricated finger pressing against my anus,
swirling gently as he worked the muscle.  "Awwww," I moaned at the now
familiar sensation.
 
"Deep breath, relax," he murmured.
 
I did and made a concerted effort to release my tension.  I took a
second breath and as I pushed it out through pursed lips, his long
finger slid inside me easy as you please.  I turned my head and he
said, "Eyes forward, Doll."
 
I snapped my head back to face front and breathed deeply again.  He
worked my rectum until the muscles were loose and I was groaning at
the electrical feeling of his three fingers sliding in and out of me.  
I was no longer embarrassed by the copious amounts of arousal that
would flood my vagina and run down my thighs.
 
He removed his fingers and I whimpered, listening to him remove the
glove and toss it in the garbage can under the sink.  He returned and
I felt the tip of the butt plug against my anus.  "Ready?" he asked.
 
I nodded, and then remembered I was supposed to answer him. He was
already admonishing me, "Doll..."
 
"Yes, I'm ready, Lover."
 
He twisted it slowly with a steady pressure forward as he informed me.  
"It's the largest one."
 
"Oh yeah," I whimpered.
 
His free hand gripped my ass cheek and held them apart as he worked
slowly.  I had several sizes of butt plugs.  This particular plug was
enormous for me. Some of the others slipped in easily, my ass was so
well used, but this one took some care and effort.  I'd only used it a
few times before.  It had taken months to work up to it.  It was still
a relatively new toy.
 
I let out a little squeak of pain as the widest point of the plug slid
past my anus and was seated in my ass.  He asked, "O.K.?"
 
"Yeah, yes, Lover.  Oh God, feels so good.  I'm so full."
 
"You're going to be even fuller," he replied.
 
Oh my God!  We weren't strangers to fucking with the aid of dildos and
butt plugs anymore.  Double penetration was an experience I quickly
grew to love, but he'd never fucked me with THIS plug in.  Mulder was
no slouch.  The width of his cock was nearly as big as this plug and
he was quite a bit longer.  I'd finally measured the damn thing in all
its erect glory.  He was an impressive 7 inches long but what I loved
was how big around he was.  My fingers didn't touch when I wrapped my
hand around it.  He always made me feel so full.
 
"Lover?" I whimpered, as his hands soothed my back and ass cheeks.
 
"Hmmm?"
 
"Here?"
 
"What?  Am I going to fuck you in the kitchen?  Is that what you're
asking?"
 
"Yes."
 
"I plan on it," he said in a maddeningly calm voice that sent shivers
up and down my spine.
 
"Oh God," I whimpered.
 
"Remember this month's safe word?"
 
"Door ... Knob!" I gasped.
 
"Good, can you stand up?"
 
I gingerly raised my torso off the table, groaning as I felt the large
plug shift inside me.  Good lord.  It felt like I had a log up my ass.  
I was panting shallowly with the fission of fear that was coursing
through me, ratcheting my arousal higher and higher.  It was never
going to work.  He was too big!  I knew this was a ridiculous thought,
but my mind magnified the size of his cock as I anticipated being
filled by him with this enormous plug in my ass.
 
He turned me gingerly and smiled down at me, smoothing my hair away
from my face.  "You're so beautiful, Doll.  I wish you could see what
I see."
 
He leaned in and kissed me gently.  Just as I was relaxing, my hands
on his waist, his hand popped up and flicked the nipple sucker
attached to my nipple.  I squeaked and then groaned, "Awww, God!"
 
His thumb rested next to it and he tipped it sideways, breaking the
suction.  Then he bent down and lapped at my tortured nipple, which
was wet with fluid the vicious little toys sucked from my nipples
every time I used them.  I was extremely sensitive to nipple
stimulation and it was one of the things that were a normal part of
our play. He suckled gently and lapped firmly at it as my head hung
back in surrender.  It throbbed and my whole breast would flood with
an aching heat after every suck and lap of his rough textured tongue.  
He removed the other one and treated it to the same attention.
 
He raised his head to look at my face, his hand trailing his knuckles
down my torso from my breastbone to my mons.  He turned his hand and
cupped me harshly, lifting up from under my pubic bone.  "Uhhhawwww,"
I grunted.
 
"Have you ever been this wet, Doll?"
 
I swallowed harshly and whispered, "Don't know."
 
He cleared his throat, "Don't know ...."
 
How was I supposed to think at this point?  He slipped his long middle
finger into my vagina and swirled it around, not even trying to be
gentle, jostling the plug, as I stood there helpless, holding onto the
table behind me to keep upright.  "Ummm?  I don't know, ... Lover!  I
don't think so.  All I know is I'm always wet for you."
 
"Mmmm," he hummed.  "Love how wet you get for me."
 
My knees bobbed, dangerously close to collapse.  Without warning, his
arms swept behind my legs, grasped one ass cheek in each hand and he
lifted me into the air onto the table and plopped me down on the hard
wooden surface.
 
My ass landed with a thump and the large plug was jarred harshly
causing my internal muscles to clamp down hard.  I shrieked, "Ohhhh,
Fuucckk!"
 
He stopped, his harsh breathing giving away his arousal along with the
large bulge in the front of his jeans.  "Do you need to use your safe
word?"
 
I shook my head and then squeaked out, "No, Lover."
 
"Undo my fly," he commanded.  I reached down as he stepped close and
undid his button with shaking hands and fumbled for the little metal
tab of his zipper.
 
"Ha!" I grunted in triumph when I found it and latched on, jerking it
downward.
 
He flinched but didn't complain.  I pushed the waistband down a bit,
spreading the fly open.  I looked up at him.  He just watched me for a
couple of seconds and then said, "Take my cock out, leave my boxers."
 
I whimpered, but reached inside the flap of his boxer briefs and
curled my hand around his now towering erection.  It was soft and hard
all at the same time.  His silky skin was burning hot and pulsed in my
hand.  I gently extricated it from its black, silk prison.  It looked
magnificent jutting nearly straight up, the wide flared head clearing
his navel, framed by his lean hips.
 
"Should I bend over again, Lover?" I asked.
 
He smiled slowly and shook his head, stepping into me his hips pushing
my thighs wide.  "No, Doll.  I'm going to fuck you right here, just
like this."
 
I whimpered, feeling lightheaded.  He wasn't even going to undress!  
There was something about that I found unbearably erotic.  He looked
so dark and powerful dressed all in black, no skin showing but his
face above the neck of his turtleneck and his magnificent cock
reaching toward me like a heat-seeking missile.
 
His hands grasped my ass cheeks firmly and pulled me to the edge of
the table.  Then he slipped his arms under my knees making my legs
spread wide and lift towards my chest as he reached for my ass again.  
He muttered, "Hang on, Doll".
 
I reached clumsily for the edge of the table and curled my fingers
around the edge.  I felt his large head press against my dripping core
and immediately felt the resistance.
 He took his time, pressing in slowly, watching my face for signs of
serious distress.
 
My breasts ached as they stuck into the air, held aloft by the white
push up bra that only cupped the bottoms of my breasts, leaving me
exposed from the nipples up.  I knew immediately when his cock began
to slide over the widest part of the plug with only my thin membrane
to separate it from his rock hard erection.  My voice began to warble
out of me as I tossed my head from side to side, my lips pulled back
into a grimace of pleasure/pain.
 
"Ooohhh, whooaaa, aahhhh, Ooohhh, whooaaa, ahhhh."  I could hear the
tremor in my own voice as it rose in volume.  It was too much!  I was
too full!  Oh God, it hurt!  Hurt so good!
 
He kept pushing slowly and with determination toward his goal.  My
thighs began to tremble with weakness and the overload of sensation.  
I was feeling a pressure deep in my abdomen, deep in my bowels.
 
His breaths were ragged but controlled as he gripped my ass so hard I
was sure he would leave finger bruises.  He was about three quarters
of the way in when he said, "Talk to me doll, this is new territory.  
Tell me how you're doing."
 
"It's ... strange.  I'm very full, very, very full."
 
"Too much?"
 
I shook my head in the negative.  "I can take more."
 
"All of me?"
 
"I ... I don't know."
 
I forgot to call him Lover but he let it go this time.  "Do you need
to use your safe word?"
 
"No!"
 
"Then I'm going to take you, Doll.  Are you sure?"
 
I nodded.  And then spat out, "Yes!  Oh God, Lover.  Get it over with.  
The anticipation is killing me."
 
I saw a flicker of doubt cross his face but then his eyes shuttered
and his hips pulled back little and he rammed his entire length into
me right up to the hilt.  I briefly registered the feel of his soft
boxers against my crotch, and the scratchy denim against my thighs.
 
But then all I felt was the explosion of pain that started in my
vagina and radiated through my womb, my abdomen and washed up my chest
like a brush fire.  He shouted, "Holy Shit! Doll!  Oh fuck, you've
never been so tight!"
 
And I screamed, a high-pitched shriek of terror as I felt him embed
himself, thinking surely I was going to be ripped apart.  Despite his
claim that he was going to take me he held still and panted, his chin
resting on my shoulder.  His whole body shuddered and I felt his
fingers flex against the flesh of my ass.
 
"Doll?" he asked, his voice sounding unsure.  He was on the verge of
slipping out of his role as my dominant and I didn't want that.  I
wanted to give him this.  And I knew that like it always does, the
hurt would blend with the pleasure once I let myself go and just
surrendered completely to the sensations, but the stillness was
causing my mindset to falter.  He went completely nuts when I talked
dirty to him.  I was allowed to tell him what I wanted.  But it was up
to him whether to give it to me or not.
 
"It hurts, but it's good.  Go, just go."
 
"I ..."
 
"Ahh, lover, just fuck me. Do it!  Oh God, please TAKE ME!" I shrieked
the last.
 
He grunted, "Ugg, ahhh shit!"
 
And he lost the reins on his control, retreating and plowing back into
me, jarring the plug in my ass painfully with every blow. I screamed
from the invasion.  Even expecting it, I was still taken by surprise.  
His thrusts were like a hammer blow of hurt through my womb as he
crashed into my cervix, followed quickly by a second dart of pain
radiating up from my bowels.
 
Only the third thrust, the third wash of bone jarring sensation and my
body shuddered violently and I began to orgasm, my internal muscles
having no room to spasm, convulsed harshly, gripping the plug and his
steel hard cock like a vice.
 
He shouted, "Oh My God, Christ, Doll!"
 
I was beyond speech or coherent thought.  I lost the lock in my elbows
and my body began to tumble to the table.  His strong arms wrapped
around my waist, hauling me up against his wide, hard chest.  This put
my knees nearly in my armpits.  His hips never stopped moving,
crashing into me repeatedly, slamming his way past my resisting
muscles and burying himself inside.  My arms found their way somehow
to his neck and I hung on for dear life.
 
He began wailing, his head thrown back, mouth open, grimacing against
the impacts and the vicious squeezing of my convulsing cunt.  Lights
flashed behind my eyelids and then I felt the world go black, fade
back in and then out again.  He shouted again, his low man scream
ringing in my ear and bringing me back to awareness.  My orgasms had
brought him to the brink of insanity.  I could see the wild feral look
in his eyes that were as black as his shirt now.
 
I was coming continuously now and each movement sent shock waves
through my trembling muscles.  His cock was bumping the plug in my ass
viciously with every blow.  My head swam and my hearing tuned in
again.
 
He was muttering, his voice raw and ragged, "Oh sweet bloody blue
Jesus, Doll.  So good.  So good it hurts, Baby.  I shouldn't take you
this hard.  Oh Damn, I'm losing control!  OhGodOhGodOhGod.  You make
me crazy!  Oh Christ, Oh Damn!"  A short pause and then he hollered
again, "Oh FUCK!  I LIVE to FUCK you!  I was BORN to FUCK YOU!"
 
He was talking to me and hurting me and loving me and making me lose
my mind.  I was lost, so lost in him, like I always was when he took
my body for his pleasure.  I continued to shout incoherently, and
moan, crying hysterically as I continued to come, beginning to
seriously weaken from the continuous onslaught of sensations.  There
were so many that my mind couldn't even register them or process them
anymore.
 
Then I was sure my body was going to be shaken apart as he exploded
deep within me, as we both shouted to the heavens at the intense power
of our combined orgasms.  My whole body convulsing against him as he
clutched me to his chest, straining to snap his hips as he shakily
drove his cock into my still quivering pussy.
 
At last, we trembled to a stop and just stayed there, shaking in each
other's arms.  The aftershocks went on for sometime as we both
shivered.  I felt the sweat cooling on my skin.  My internal muscles
were fluttering spastically, unable to figure out what they should do
now that the pounding had come to an abrupt halt.
 
Finally he raised his head, his eyes still dilated almost to blackness
and croaked out, "One of these days, we're both going to pass out and
then we're in trouble."
 
I began to giggle.  His chest rolled shakily against mine, but no
sound emerged.  He said, "Tell me when you're ready, Doll."
 
I panted, knowing he meant to tell him when I was ready for him to
step away.  "Go ahead, ...  slowly!"
 
He nodded and backed out of me slowly.  His cock was still semi-hard,
and red as a berry.  We both moaned and he carefully tucked his
flagging member back inside his boxers.  He didn't bother to zip up
his jeans.
 
He reached out and massaged my hip flexors.  I groaned again, feeling
blood rush into my legs, creating pins and needles.  "I need to get
this out," I whispered.
 
He didn't have to ask what I meant.  "Can you stand?"
 
I shrugged.  "I'm not sure," I answered honestly.
 
My ass was beginning to ache.  I could feel a warm stinging feeling
around my anus.  "Come on,"  he coaxed.  "I'll help you."
 
He wrapped his arms around me and carefully pulled me off the table,
setting me gently on my feet.  I groaned and let out a squeak of
distress.  "Easy, Doll," he cautioned as he turned me very slowly and
leaned me over the table.
 
I was gasping in short breaths, blinking hard against the tears that
wanted to come.  I heard him pop the top on the tube of KY jelly and
then felt him put it against my rear.  He squeezed out a generous
amount.  Then his finger gently worked it all around my anus and the
base of the plug.  He grasped the base firmly and began tugging it out
with a steady pressure, all the while working the lubrication around
ring of my stretched anus to ease the way.  The jelly was cool and
soothing but I still yelped when the widest part make a sudden exit
past my muscle.  The rest slid out easily.  My muscle waved and
fluttered in confusion at the sudden lack of pressure.
 
He said, "Just a second," and I heard the plastic crinkle on the zip
lock bag as he put it inside.
 
"My ass is on fire!" I exclaimed.
 
"I thought of that," he said.
 
I heard him unscrew the cap of something and asked, "What is that?"
 
He said, "It's a cooling cream.  This should soothe the muscle and
keep the membranes moist for a bit.  Should stop the stinging from the
newly stretched membrane."
 
I sighed as I felt him swipe the cream between my cheeks and tip some
inside my now loose muscle.  When he was done, he wiped and washed his
hands and returned to me, gently massaging my butt cheeks, pressing
them together, and helping speed the recovery of my abused backside.
 
I felt the muscle begin to tighten some more, no longer afraid to
stand up.  I gingerly pushed myself upright, his hands steadying me
all the way.  I felt all right and went to turn to face him, only to
find that my legs were not cooperating the way they should.
 
My knees buckled as I felt the rubbery quality of my thigh muscles and
I shouted, "Whoa!"
 
He was there instantly, wrapping me in his arms.  He bent down and
scooped me up in a baby carry, cradling me to his chest.  "Where are
we going?" I asked.
 
"I'm dropping out," he informed me.
 
That was the term we used for leaving our D/s relationship and
returning to our normal relationship as husband and wife, as partners
and soul mates.  I cleared my throat, "O.K.  Did I do something
wrong?"
 
"No!" he rushed to reassure me as he took the steps to the second
floor and then entered our bedroom, depositing me on the bedspread.  
He helped me out of the bra and stockings and garter belt.  When I was
naked, he shuffled me under the covers to keep me warm.  "We need to
talk, Scully."
 
He sounded very serious.  I wasn't sure I was going to like what was
coming.
 
I watched as he stripped himself naked and then crawled under the
covers with me and maneuvered me into his side, my head on his
shoulder, his arm around my back.
 
"Are you all right?" I asked.
 
"I'm fine.  It's you I'm worried about."
 
"I'm O.K.  You know I get off on a certain amount of pain."
 
"It's not that.  I lost it again, like the first time we had anal sex.  
I went out of my mind."
 
"It's all right, I didn't stop you."
 
"You're missing the point, Scully."
 
"What point?" I asked, sounding more irritated than I meant to, but he
was ruining my post-coital high.  I was still charged up on endorphins
and wanted to enjoy it.
 
"You're pregnant now."
 
"And?"
 
"And I can't afford to lose control, Scully.  It's too dangerous."
 
"There's no harm in having sex."
 
"Maybe not normal sex, but some of the things we engage in are pretty
heavy now.  This baby is a miracle and I don't want to do anything to
jeopardize this pregnancy.  It will become even more important as you
progress."
 
I snuggled my head into his chest.  "I'm sure we'll be fine, Mulder.  
Of course as I get bigger, there will be things we can't do, but
that's all right."
 
"But there are certain things that ... are more likely to make me lose
control.  And anal sex is one of them.  You know that.  It's my
favorite thing.  But this ... Jesus Christ, Scully.  This even topped
that.  I was completely mindless.  I can't let that happen."
 
I swallowed harshly.  "I understand what you're saying," I replied.  
I have the same concerns Mulder.  And if there's anything we're both
not 100% comfortable with, we just won't do it, that's all.
 "Oh Baby, I love you so much and I would never forgive myself if I
was too rough and did something to harm our baby.  It's not worth any
pleasure ... to risk ... "
 
I could hear the tears in his voice and I rolled up onto his chest,
cupping his face with my hands.  "I know.  I love you too, so much.  
We'll be all right.  We'll be careful ... I'll be careful.  How's
that?  But I don't think we have to worry yet.  When I start showing
it will be a different story.  If anything is uncomfortable, I'll let
you know.  And I agree, I won't want to be so rough in a month or so."
 
He shook his head.  "I don't know if you realize just how out of
control I am at those moments."
 
I sighed.  "What do you want to do?  Or not do, as the case may be?"
 
"I'm not sure.  I just think we should scale back some for a while.  
You know?  Cut out some of the rougher stuff."
 
"That's what I get off on the most."
 
"I know, but Scully, we have to have our priorities straight here.  
It's not like we'll never get to do it again.  But I think we should
wait out this pregnancy.  I mean, think about it.  What would you do
if you ...."  He gulped, blinking rapidly, obviously having trouble
even saying the word.  Then he whispered, "Miscarried."
 
"I would be devastated," I admitted.  "And of course I wouldn't ever
do anything intentionally dangerous.  And I have my priorities
straight, Mulder.  I know what a miracle this baby is and believe me,
I won't do anything I think could injure it.  But I think we have at
least a month or so before it's a valid concern.  I'm not even showing
yet, not even a little."
 
"I know that, but we ... get carried away sometimes and I just think
that we need to be very aware and very careful until you have this
baby."
 
I sighed.  "You're right, Mulder.  I understand what you're saying and
I agree with you.  I didn't mean to sound hesitant to cut back because
I'm not."
 
He smiled softly at me.  "I know you're a nymphomaniac and you can't
imagine curbing your sexual appetite but ... ?" he offered in a
teasing voice.
 
"Hey!' I exclaimed and then I punched him in the shoulder, not hard,
but he acted wounded anyway.
 
He chuckled.  "I'm just kidding, but we need to come to an agreement
on this.  What we will and won't do."
 
"Right this second?" I asked.
 
"No," he said slowly.  "But soon.  I want you to think about it."
 
"I will, I promise."
 
He sighed as if in relief.  He'd obviously been expecting a battle.  
That's probably why he'd put us in bed to have this talk.  We did our
best communicating in the sack, before or after a round of
mind-blowing sex.  I smiled inwardly wondering what the hell I did to
deserve such a caring man.  He was my husband now and that thought
still blew me away.
 
I leaned down and we kissed tenderly, sealing the deal.  My head
flopped down on his chest and he said, "Let's nap.  Then we'll get up
and shower and have lunch."
 
"O.K."  I slid off him and turned over.
 
He slid up behind me and spooned me, wrapping his arm around my waist.  
His nose dipped into my hair and he nibbled on my earlobe.  I sighed,
scrunching down more snugly against his chest.  He squeezed me tightly
then relaxed his grip.  "I love you, Scully.  You're my whole life.  
I think you know that."
 
"And you are mine," I said softly.
 
"But we can't think in terms of just you and me anymore."
 
"I know.  There will be three of us."
 
"Yes.  I just don't want my little head to do the thinking for my big
head, you know?"
 
I chuckled.  "I know, Mulder.  We'll decide what we can and can't do.  
Don't worry."
 
"You'll work with me on this?"
 
"Yes, of course.  Like I said, if there's anything either one of us
isn't one hundred percent comfortable with, we won't do it, that's
all."
 
He planted a kiss on my hair and seemed to relax against me.  "That
sounds good.  Let's just make sure we keep talking."
 
"When do we ever stop talking, Mulder?" I teased.
 
He chuckled softly.  "I know but ..."
 
"Now stop yammering so I can nap, you bully."
 
"Oh all right!  Sheesh! Touchy, touchy," he muttered.
 
I smiled and closed my eyes, immediately feeling the fog of sleep
descend over my brain.
 
 
 
PART 2 (NC-17)
FOX & DANA MULDER'S HOME
FALLS CHURCH, VA
SATURDAY - 2:00 PM
 
I've been watching her sleep for about two hours now.  Guess that
little shebang on the kitchen table really wore her out.  Then again,
it wasn't so little.  I once told her that if my orgasms got any
stronger they just might kill me.  Fortunately, I always had heart
like a horse.  Our sexual escapades of the last year, however, had
caused me to start visiting the gym on a regular basis again.  
Nothing will put a damper on wild sex like pulling muscle or losing
your stamina at a critical point.
 
My wife was a study in oxymorons.  The frightening thing was that I
understood her perfectly.  So what did that say about me?  At work she
was capable, tough, unemotional and scientific and she didn't take
shit from anyone ... least of all me.  At home she was submissive,
passive and loved to have her choices taken away from her.  The
responsibility that she bestowed on me and trusted me with was rather
humbling.  I'd been frightened by it in the beginning, but I had grown
to love our lifestyle and the easy way in which we fell into reversing
our roles from work to home.
 
I'd spent nearly my whole life chasing shadows, conspiracies, and
aliens ... elusive prey at the best of times.  I'd been lied to and
manipulated by so many people that I'd lost count of how many.  That
went for my personal life as well as my professional one.  I got used
to feeling like I had no control over the events in my life.  Always
having solid evidence snatched away at the last moment can do that to
you.  It required a lot of acceptance or I would have driven myself
nuts.  I'd coped, mostly, by focusing on the here and now and what was
right in front of me.
 
If I thought about the past and how much I had lost, I would sink into
depression.  If I thought about the future, I would get overwhelmed
and frustrated professionally.  Personally, I didn't really see a
future for me outside of my work.  So the here and now and living in
the moment had saved me mentally many times.  After Scully came along,
she saved me ... physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  She gave
my work validation, my life meaning, and my quest a new purpose.
 
She made me feel worthwhile and mostly she had made me feel loveable
and capable of love again.  For that, I could never repay her.  But
she'd given me so much more.  The relationship we shared now was
beyond my wildest dreams.  We no longer hid things from one another
like we had for so many years before getting involved.  We discussed
our hopes, our dreams, and our fears.  We were truly two halves of a
whole.
 
Our life was perfect.  Now it was about to get more perfect.  Scully
was going to have my baby.  I was elated and thrilled.  I was also
scared shitless.  I didn't have the first clue about how to be a
parent.  I didn't have the first clue how to raise a child and be a
good father.  But she had taught me how to be a good friend, then a
good partner and then a good husband.
 I was counting heavily on her to teach me about how to be a good
parent.  She had good role models.  I ... well, suffice it to say that
Ozzie and Harriett never visited my household when I was a child.
 
For the first time in a long time since overcoming my fears about
being a top in this D/s relationship, I was feeling apprehensive.  I
knew the physicality of pregnancy.  I knew the biological process and
all the stages.  I knew about Lamaze and childbirth.  I'd read up on
all these things.  Intellectually I was a walking encyclopedia of
useless information!  I was the man.  My role was going to be to do
this however she saw fit.  It was her body, her pregnancy, and her
health.
 
I was worried that our vigorous libidos and wild sex could jeopardize
this pregnancy.  I had meant what I said.  If I harmed this child
growing inside her, I would never forgive myself.  Now that I had
Scully in my life and as my wife, I couldn't imagine being driven to
despair over any event in my life.  However, losing this child might
do it.
 
I knew I was being slightly paranoid, but let's face it.  She wasn't
supposed to be fertile.  Against all odds, she was pregnant.  It might
be our one and only chance to have a child together and I resolved to
do everything in my power to make sure she stayed healthy and as happy
as possible.  That meant though, that I might have to tell her things
she didn't want to hear.  I might have to tell her 'No' when she
wanted to engage in certain activities.
 
I hated to tell Scully 'No' for any reason.  But this baby's welfare
was more important than our sexual gratification, our lifestyle, and
our pleasure.  It struck me as abnormal that I would even compare the
two.  For most people it would be obvious.  We were different though.  
Our sex lives were such an integral part of our relationship that
without it, we would lose part of our identity.  Our roles were a
major part of WHO we were.  Having control at home made me better able
to cope with the precarious nature of our work.  For her, being
submissive allowed her to release the tension of rigid control she
needed to work in a man's world and garner the respect of her peers.
 
I was a fly by the seat of my pants kind of guy for most of my life.  
I was a little astonished to find out how much I loved the domesticity
of owning a home, being married and having a routine with a wife.  I
guess if I thought about it, I would have realized that these were
things I'd secretly wanted and craved all my life.  I'd convinced
myself I didn't need them and didn't want them.  Hindsight is 20/20.  
Now I realized that I only convinced myself of this because I didn't
think they were things I had even a remote chance of having in my
lifetime.  Once again, it was easier to convince myself I didn't want
it, than to have to look at how much was missing in my life and pine
away for things I couldn't have.
 
All that was different now.  I was a married man with a baby on the
way. I had a career that, despite its dangers and frustrations, I
loved.  I had a loving wife that treated me to mind blowing sex on a
regular basis.
 
A baby.
 
We were going to have a baby and our world was going to turn upside
down.  Our lifestyle was going to have to change again.  Not entirely,
but some big adjustments were going to have to be made.  I just hoped
she didn't put up too much of a fight.  I'm sure once she had a chance
to think about it, she'd realize that even if it were paranoid to
worry about sex, especially rough sex harming the baby, it wouldn't be
worth taking the chance.  She was 37 years old.  So even if the baby
weren't a miracle, she would be considered a high-risk pregnancy.  
Precautions were going to need to be taken.  I wasn't going to screw
this up.  I couldn't screw this up.
 
I looked down at her, sprawled carelessly across the bed, the sheets
tangled around her limbs.  Her face was soft and unlined in sleep, her
full lips parted slightly.  Her beautiful hair was tumbling across her
cheek and I reached over to tuck it behind her ear.  It was something
I loved to do, almost a habit now.  I loved her hair now, a little
longer than it used to be.  It was so soft and I loved to run my
fingers through it.
 
I leaned down and kissed her baby soft cheek.  Sometimes it would hit
me at the weirdest times, like now, just looking at her.  The enormity
of just how happy and perfect my life was would wash over me like an
ocean wave and I would choke with emotion and joy.
 
I swallowed around the lump in my throat and settled down behind her,
not tired in the least.  I cuddled her and she stirred a little,
humming in her sleep.  I loved her sounds and easy nature at home.  I
felt a fierce wave of protectiveness sweep over me as I laid a hand on
her stomach, wondering if those tiny cells could feel me and knew I
was there.
 
She was Special Agent Scully at work.  But at home she was Dana
Mulder.  She had changed her name on her social security card and her
driver's license.  She had gotten us a joint checking account.  The
checks read:  Fox W. and Dana K. Mulder.  Little things like that just
tickled me pink.  She would never know what a thrill I got from such
simple things as seeing her name next to mine, knowing she'd not just
taken me as a lover, not just as a life mate and husband, but she'd
taken my name.  We were inseparable now.  Marriage had been the last
hurdle I thought to bind us together for life.
 
Now there was going to be a bigger bond.  We were going to be parents.  
I smiled, feeling the disbelief and astonishment of that simple fact.  
It was almost too perfect.  I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.  
Just when I thought I'd finally ditched the last of my fatalistic
attitude, it would creep back into my life.  The doubts slept lightly
on my shoulder and the little devils were insidious.  Maybe I would
always have doubts, wonder if I deserved her, if she was really as
happy with me as she seemed to be.  I did know though, regardless of
whether I deserved her or not, I couldn't let her go now if my life
depended on it.  We were in this together ... till death do us part.  
I took that very seriously and I knew that she did too.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
She woke slowly and rolled onto her back.  I scooted back to give her
more room.  Her eyes opened and she looked at me lazily.  "I don't
want to get up," she mumbled.
 
I smiled at her rumpled appearance.  I loved it when she was like
this, all languid from sleep and looking sated.  I still couldn't
believe I could put that look on her face.  She reached down and
gently wrapped her fingers around my flaccid cock.  I immediately
started to harden.  "And just what do you think you're doing?" I asked
calmly.
 
She raised an eyebrow saucily.  Then her face softened.  "You're like
a drug, Mulder, I can't get enough of you."
 
I felt my breathing accelerate as I hardened steadily under her tender
ministrations.  She stroked firmly but gently and I moaned softly.  
Since she used my real name, I figured we weren't playing right now.  
That was her signal that she wanted to be just Mulder and Scully.  
And it usually meant she was wanting my tender touch, not my
dominance.
 
To show I understood, I flopped over onto my back and motioned her to
crawl up.  She shook her head.  My brow furrowed.  "What do you want,
Scully?"
 
"I want you on top, Baby."
 
I loved it when she called me pet names, whether we were playing or
not. I quickly rolled over top of her and laced my fingers with hers,
pinning her hands beside her head.  I leaned in and kissed her
tenderly, letting my tongue float inside her mouth and explore slowly.
 
She moaned into my mouth and I deepened the kiss with a little more
urgency.  When our kiss broke, she surprised me by coaxing me to move
up.  I did so, my thighs straddling her torso.  She wrapped her
breasts around my now fully erect cock and I groaned, holding on to
the headboard and beginning to thrust gently.  We enjoyed this for a
minute or so and she said, "Move up more."
 
I knew what she was going to do and I felt a rush of excitement like I
did every time.  She scooted down a bit on the bed and pulled the
pillow out from under her head.  She tilted her head back and smiled
at me and then deliberately opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.
 
"Oh Christ, Scully," I murmured, clumsily moving into position over
her on all fours.
 
One hand reached up and fondled my balls, while the other held my
shaft in place.  When I felt her silky mouth cover the head of the
cock, I moaned again, feeling her tongue swirl around my sensitive
glans.
 
I began flexing my hips, watching my cock disappear into her face.  I
never would get used to that sight.  How many fantasies about those
thick lips had I had over the years?  Too many to count.  Now this
wonderful, beautiful woman was not only my lover, but also my wife and
she loved to suck me off.  Much to my surprise, Scully's oral skills
were quite astonishing.  She could deep throat me, a pleasure I'd
never experienced before I was with her.
 
She was a real pro.  I honestly didn't think I'd ever seen a porn
queen do it any better.  My wife was my own personal porn queen.
 
Her hands moved to my ass, squeezing gently and coaxing me down.  I
spread my legs wider for more leverage and began sinking into her
mouth.  I hit the back of her throat and felt her pull on my ass.  
There was a slight popping sensation as my swollen head slipped past
her tongue and into her throat.  I groaned loudly, surprised anew
every time at how good this felt.  She squeezed me again, indicating
that I should do the moving.
 
I thrust gently in and out, feeling myself sink into her throat.  I
groaned again when I felt her swallow around me, her throat muscles
working with some difficulty as she breathed out of her nose.  As good
as this felt, I didn't want to come now.  I almost lost it when she
began to hum; the vibrations washing over my shaft and making my balls
cringe with anticipation of orgasm.
 
I slowly extricated myself and she let me pull out with a slight pop
audible in the room.  I//It// was the only sound besides our breathing
for a few seconds.  I shakily began to back away and she stuck out her
bottom lip in an obvious pout.
 
I laughed seeing the look on her face and sucked her protruding lower
lip into my mouth.  "I can't believe you pout like that," I said, my
voice gruff.
 
She pursed her lips.  "I like doing that."
 
"I know you do, and I can't tell you how much it thrills me, but I
want to come inside you."
 
Her breathing visibly increased.  It still amazed me after all this
time that we could excite each other like this.  You would think that
the novelty would have worn off by this time but it hadn't.  Every
time held the same excitement and slight feeling of disbelief that
accompanied the first time I'd sunk inside her, feeling her tight
walls consume my aching flesh.
 
I still couldn't believe it sometimes.
 
I moved into position and her legs rose to drape over my hips.  I
looked her in the eye and muttered, "I love you so much it hurts
sometimes, Scully."
 
She smiled, her fingers combing through my hair.  "Show me," she
whispered.
 
I didn't have to be asked twice.  I slid inside her slowly, savoring
the feeling of her swollen, silky walls enveloping my cock, which was
now throbbing insistently.  I began to stroke her slowly feeling her
muscles tug gently at my staff as I retreated.  I loved that feeling.  
She moaned and slid her legs off my hips to place her feet on the bed.  
She began meeting my thrusts and we fell into a soft, easy rhythm as I
stroked her, slowly and deeply.
 
Her nipples were drawn up into hard points of arousal and I made sure
to let them drag across my chest as I lowered my torso, always loving
the feel of her skin sliding against mine.
 
"Baby soft," I murmured.  Her hands began stroking my back and
squeezing my ass, only to stroke my back again.  She met my thrusts a
bit more forcefully but I didn't speed up.  I wanted this to last.
 
Before long we were both moaning into each other's mouths as we kissed
slow and deep in time with our thrusts.  The orgasm hit me without
warning.  There was no telltale tingle in the base of my spine.  No
tightening that I noticed in my balls.  But all of a sudden, my head
was buried in her neck and electricity was shooting up the shaft of my
cock.  I felt my cock swell and fill with a rush of sperm and I was
releasing into her snug well with long, drawn out ejaculations.  I
felt her walls flutter around me at the same time as she whimpered,
"Oh Goawdyesss!"
 
After we settled, I raised my face and looked at her, smiling softly.  
She returned my gaze and said, "We came together, Mulder, that was
amazing, at the exact same time."
 
"Simultaneous orgasm," I mumbled.  "I always thought it was a myth."
 
"It's happened before with us."
 
"I know, and I'm shocked every time it does."
 
She chuckled softly.  "I love you so," she whispered.
 
I felt tears sting my eyes but I didn't let them fall.  I blinked
rapidly instead and responded, "I love you too.  We were meant to be
together, Scully."
 
"I don't know why it surprises me a little still when you're so tender
with me."
 
I felt the corner of my mouth jerk up in amusement. "I don't know why
that would surprise you."
 
"I guess because we usually like it hot and heavy."
 
I smiled wider.  "That doesn't mean we aren't capable of both."
 
"I know that, but still ... God that was nice."
 
I chuckled and pulled out of her, hearing her hiss.
 
"Time to hit the shower, Scully.  Want to join me?"
 
"Of course."
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
We took a leisurely shower, shampooing each other.  I laughed as I
knelt down in the tub so she could reach the top of my head.  She was
wise to my motives when I buried my nose between her breasts and
suckled gently on her nipples.  She swatted playfully at me.
 
I loved it when we were like this, relaxed and playful.  We finished
and emerged refreshed.  We spent a long while preparing a nice dinner
and ate slowly.  We didn't have a lot of nights like this where there
was nowhere to go and nothing to take care of.  I enjoyed it
thoroughly.
 
After dinner she gave me a massage, her agile doctor's hands kneading
any last vestiges of tension from my body.  I offered to massage her
too, but she declined.  We decided to get a movie and spent the rest
of the evening watching some chick flick I barely paid attention to.  
I spent the time relishing having her curled up to my side, running my
hands over her arms and running my fingers through her soft hair.
 
She was wearing a soft, red sweater that hugged her breasts.  I
couldn't stop staring at them.  There was something about the way that
sweater molded to her chest.  One of the biggest benefits of having
Scully for my wife was that I didn't have to hide the way her body
attracted my eyes.  If I wanted to ogle her, I could and I didn't need
to be suspect about it.
 
We were just finishing when the phone rang.  Scully answered it and I
listened to her side of the conversation.
 
"Yes, sir."
 
I raised an eyebrow and she mouthed, "Skinner."
 
I nodded, waiting patiently, wondering what was going on.
 
Her face suddenly looked alarmed and she said, "Are you all right?"
 
I sat up straighter on the couch, my attention now riveted.  "What's
going on?" I asked.
 
She shook her head that I shouldn't talk.  I settled back uneasily but
still watching her.  "Do you need to go to the hospital?"  She paused.  
"Stay right where you are, we're on our way.  We'll be there in ten
minutes."
 
She hung up the phone and turned to me.  "Someone broke into Skinner's
apartment.  He tried to surprise them but ..."
 
"Them?"
 
"There were two of them, he said."
 
"Did he get a look at them?"
 
"Nope.  Ski masks.  They were turning his place upside down looking
for something.  I guess they thought he wasn't home.  His car is in
the shop and he had a rental."
 
"Jesus, what happened?"
 
"They beat him up."
 
"Christ!  How bad?" I exclaimed as I stuck my arms into my leather
bomber jacket.  Scully grabbed her trench coat and keys, tossing me my
cell phone that we always left on the coffee table near the door.  We
were out the door in less than a minute.
 
"He's said he's all right.  He has some cuts and bruises and his ribs
hurt but he doesn't want to go to the hospital."
 
I slid behind the wheel and backed out, turning on the headlights as I
accelerated, realizing I hadn't done it earlier. "He wants you to
check him out instead?"
 
She lifted an eyebrow at me.  "I don't know, I guess so."
 
I had an insanely stupid thought that I didn't like the idea of Scully
checking Skinner out.  Then I squelched it with a scowl at myself.  
Not quick enough, apparently, because she sighed, sounding
exasperated.
 
"Oh, Mulder.  Please tell me you're not worried about THAT."
 
I smiled at her and shook my head.  "I was just being stupid for a
minute."
 
"Yes, you were," she stated.  She left it at that and we made the rest
of the trip in silence.
 
True to her word, we were there in ten minutes.  Scully was opening
the door and leaping from the car before I had it in park.
 
We both trotted into his building and jogged down the hallway, feeling
some unidentified urgency.  Scully rapped loudly on the door and we
heard his voice from the other side. "Just a sec, oww, damn it!"
 
We waited and the door was opened a few seconds later.  I gasped as I
saw him.  One eye was swollen almost completely shut.  He opened the
door wide to let us enter.
 
One hand was banded protectively around his rib cage and he gingerly
made his way back to the couch and collapsed.  Scully went to him
immediately and I began surveying the damage.  All the drawers were
pulled out of his roll top desk and papers and notebooks and such were
scattered all over the carpet.  The coffee table was tipped over.  I
went to the kitchen and found a similar display of ransacking.  
Utensils and placemats were all over the floor.  The cupboards were
hanging open.  I strolled back into the living room in time to see
Scully, helping Skinner gingerly lift his sweatshirt over his head.
 
He winced and hissed but otherwise had little reaction.  I stopped
short, watching as she helped him to lie flat on the couch.  He lifted
his knees, placing his bare feet on the couch.  He was wearing jeans,
the top button undone.  I cringed as I watched her palpate his
abdomen.
 
He squeezed his eyes closed and grimaced but otherwise was silent.  
My God, I thought.  The man was fucking huge.  His chest was a solid
slab of muscle with pumped up pecs and a washboard abdomen.  I watched
her slide her little fingers over each rib and down his abdomen, her
fingers pushing and retreating gently.
 
I glanced at his crotch.  With his legs bent at the knees like that, I
couldn't tell if that large bulge was normal or not.
 
He grunted once and I watched his stomach muscles spasm at her touch.  
As much as I hated watching Scully touch anyone but me, I was
surprised to find myself slightly aroused, feeling my groin tingle and
my breathing become shallow.  My unwarranted jealousy warred with the
slight revulsion at the fact that this was turning me on.
 
Skinner was not reacting in any way inappropriate, lying quietly and
submitting to her examination.  I found myself holding my breathe when
I saw her move to his head and gently run her thumbs over the
occipital bones in his face.
 
"Ahh!" he grunted when she swiped over his swollen eye.
 
"Sorry," she whispered in that soothing way she had.
 
I was remembering all the times she had cradled my head that way,
running her fingers over my scalp and the shivers it would cause me.  
I wondered if Skinner felt it too.  If he did, he gave no indication.  
He was probably in too much pain.  Then again, that never stopped me
from fantasizing when her breasts were that close to my face.  And man
did they look full, round and perfect in that damn red sweater.
 
That was territory we'd never explored.  I wondered what I would do if
she ever suggested wanting another man in her bed.  I clenched my jaw
and balled my hands into fists at my side.  Scully chose that moment
to look over at me and her eyebrows came together in the middle of her
forehead as she took in my stance, tense and fidgeting.  "Mulder?"
 
"The kitchen looks the same."
 
She gave me a look that said, 'Knock it off,' pursing her lips.
 
I took a deep breath.  I needed to distract myself.
 
"Sir, do you have any idea what they were looking for?"
 
"No," he mumbled around his bloody lip that I was just noticing now.
 
"Did they say anything?  Did you recognize a voice?"
 
"No."
 
"Seen that cigarette smoking bastard, lately?"
 
"Uh ..." he hesitated.
 
Scully looked at him and stood up straight, putting her fists on her
hips.  "Your face is a mess but it will heal.  They didn't break any
bones in your face.  I don't think your ribs are broken, but one is
probably cracked.  That will take a while to stop hurting.  Of course,
I can't be certain without an X- ray.  Let me take you to the hospital
and grab an X-ray."
 
"No hospital," he said.
 
"Why not?"
 
He shook his head.  She sighed another exasperated sigh, like the one
she'd given me earlier.  It said, 'Men!'
 
"There's an X-ray lab at Quantico.  I could do it there if you have
some real reason for not wanting to go to the hospital."
 
He peered at her and said, "Is it really necessary?"
 
"I would like to make sure.  If you broke the end of one, it can
puncture your lung later if you aren't careful with your movements.  
Something tells me you won't be sitting still regardless of how much
pain you are in."
 
He nodded.  "O.K.  I'll go to Quantico."
 
She nodded.  "Did they ransack upstairs, too?" she asked.
 
"They didn't get that far before I surprised them."
 
"Did you have your weapon?" I asked.
 
"No, I'd left it down here."
 
Scully shook her head.  "Time to move that baby to the nightstand."
 
He smiled and then winced.  "Guess so," was his only response.
 
I approached the couch and looked down at him.  He looked away as
though embarrassed that he'd been so roughed up.  My suspicions were
confirmed when he said, "I shouldn't have gotten caught this badly."
 
I shrugged. "Happens to the best of us.  Two on one.  You probably
didn't have much of a shot."
 
"I should have."
 
I chuckled.  "You're a big man, Sir.  And I'm sure you can hold your
own in any fight, but two against one is never good odds no matter how
strong you are.  You can't be two places at once."
 
He nodded and sat up gingerly, wincing again.  "I have a ... video
recorder in my office that I run all the time."
 
Scully cocked an eyebrow again.  "And?" she prompted.
 
"I do it for security reasons.  I erase it every night and rewind it,
but even if someone knew it was there, they wouldn't necessarily know
that."
 
I nodded.  "So did you record something recently that somebody might
want?"
 
"Maybe," he said, sounding evasive.
 
Scully peered at him, trying to determine how far we should go with
this.  "Sir, if we are going to help you, you have to be honest with
us.  You know it won't leave this room."
 
He lifted his eyes to us.  "Krycek came to see me."
 
"What?!  What for?" I asked.
 
He held up a hand.  "I'm not sure.  He said the consortium's plans
were changing, whatever that means.  He was trying to warn me about
something but as usual, he was so cryptic, I couldn't really figure
out what he wanted or what he was trying to say."
 
"Do you really think he was trying to warn you?" Scully asked.
 
"It seemed that way.  I thought he was probably referring to you being
in danger and I was going to talk to you on Monday about watching your
backs in the field, that something was afoot."
 
"Maybe Spender knows Krycek paid you a visit and wanted to know what
he told you, I suggested.
 
"It's possible."
 
"Anything's possible," Scully said.  "We just don't know at this
point, but I think you need to have this place sweeped.  They
obviously think you have something, even if you don't know what it
is."
 
He looked at her.  "You think the place is bugged?"
 
"I wouldn't doubt it.  If they are looking for something ..." she let
that thought sink in and he nodded.
 
Glad to have something to do, I said, "I'll call the guys."
 
Skinner said, "Should we involve them?"
 
"I don't know anyone else with the equipment that will be as discreet
as they are.  You don't want anyone at the Bureau knowing about this
do you?"
 
He shook his head and then moaned.  "Christ, my head hurts."
 
"I'll call the guys."
 
Scully said, "Let's get you dressed and I'll take you to Quantico."
 
I was reluctant to let her go for some reason.  "I'll meet the guys
with a key for this place and then meet you at the hospital."
 
Scully gave me another one of her looks and I stoically ignored it.  
Skinner looked between the two of us and I saw the corners of his
mouth twitch.  That didn't do anything to calm my mood.  I didn't like
that he thought my concerns were funny.  Who was I kidding, I was
jealous and for no good reason and I knew it.  But I couldn't help it.
 
Skinner cleared his throat and said, "Mulder, why don't you help me
get some socks and a button down shirt on."
 
I sighed, knowing he was on to me.  Scully said, "I'll try to clean up
a little while you two do that.  Go, Mulder and help him upstairs.  
I'll call the guys."
 
"O.K.," I replied, suddenly anxious to remove myself from Scully's
baleful glares.
 
He stood with some difficulty and slung his arm over my shoulder and
we made our way up the stairs.  I saw Scully pull out her cell phone
and dial.  As we hit the top of the stairs I heard her say, "Hi
Langley, it's me, Scully."
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
Skinner sat on his bed and I went to the closet.  All his shirts,
pants, and sport coats were hung neatly in a row.  I noticed the older
shirts were on one end.  "One of these?" I asked.
 
"Sure, anything, doesn't matter.  I just don't want to have to pull
anything over my head again."
 
I nodded and emerged with a faded blue dress shirt.  I felt funny
helping him get his arms into it, like I was administering to an
oversized child.  He grunted but then proceeded to button it by
himself.  I could see the bruise forming on his rib cage.  It was
going to be nasty.  He said, "Socks are in the bottom dresser drawer.  
I don't think I can bend down."
 
I nodded and opened the bottom dresser drawer.  I jumped back,
startled as a little gray head poked over the edge.  Walter laughed
and then grimaced as he held his ribs. "Ouch!  There you are you
little shit.  I wondered where you disappeared to!"
 
"Who is this?" I asked, highly amused as I lifted the little kitten
out of the drawer and set him on the floor.
 
"That's Furball.  I just got him last week and he's been nothing but
trouble ever since."
 
"Cute."
 
"I got tired of coming home to an empty house.  But a dog is too much
work and requires more time and attention than I have to give.  
Furball here is already extremely independent.  As long as he has
food, water and litter, he's a happy camper."
 
"You keep surprising me, Sir."
 
I retrieved a pair of socks, returning to him and kneeling at his
feet, avoiding his eyes.  He talked to the top of my head as I helped
him on with his socks, returning to our prior subject.
 
"Mulder, you don't have a damn thing to worry about."
 
"What are you talking about?" I asked as casually as I could manage.  
But I could hear the anger in my tone.  I wasn't angry with him.  I
was angry with myself for being so stupid.  Even after all this time,
I could still feel that fear of losing of Scully.
 
"I would never touch her, Mulder," he said softly.
 
I looked up quickly then to meet his gaze.  "I know," I said simply.
 
"She's a beautiful, sexy woman," he said.
 
I looked closer at him, my eyes squinting slightly, trying to read his
beaten face.  "Think I don't know that?"
 
He huffed in amusement.  "I mean that men are going to look at her no
matter what.  I would think you would be used to that by now.  I mean,
we poor saps can look all we want, but you know you own her heart,
don't you?"
 
I sighed deeply and returned to my task of helping him on with his
socks.  It was harder than it looked.  This wasn't something I
normally did.
 
"I know," I murmured.  "It just hits me sometimes.  I get so afraid
again of losing her.  I know it doesn't make any sense.  We're closer
and more bound together than we ever were."
 
"You won't lose her.  If you do, it won't be to another man, Mulder."
 
I didn't look up at him again, finished with the socks.  I looked
around for his shoes. He said, "My sneakers are in the corner over
there next to the bathroom door."
 
I nodded and stood up all without looking at him and headed for the
sneakers.  I picked them up and returned, kneeling down again.  "I
can't help it," I said, suddenly wanting to unburden myself.  "I've
been in love with her for so long ... and even now, it seems like a
dream sometimes.  Like I'm going to wake up and it won't be real."
 
"She's your wife, Mulder.  And she loves you.  Everybody knows that."
 
I grunted.
 
"Nobody can figure out why, but everybody knows that," he said, a
definite tease in his voice.
 
I chuckled in spite of myself.  I finally stood at looked at him after
tying the sneakers.  "Just because I react stupidly, doesn't mean I
don't know it's stupid," I replied.
 
He smiled.  "Well you certainly don't have anything to worry about
from me."
 
I swallowed.  "I know.  I'm sorry."
 
"You don't need to be sorry.  I just wanted you to know.  I may be a
typical guy sometimes when it comes to women.  I can't tell you I've
never looked.  Every man that sees her looks, Mulder.  We're human,
for Christ's sake, but no matter how much I wanted to, I'd NEVER touch
another man's wife."  He almost sounded insulted at the suggestion.
 
"I know that, Sir.  Really I do.  It's just hard to watch her touch
anyone but me, even though I know it's purely ... medical."
 
"That's because it wasn't always purely medical when she touched you,
right?"
 
I stared at him, wondering how he got to be so perceptive.  Or maybe
it was because I was so damn transparent.  "Maybe."
 
"That's because it was YOU, Mulder.  She wouldn't be that way with
anyone else.  Her concern for you if you were hurt was always off the
charts, way out of proportion to what was really going on.  That's
because she was ... is in love with you."
 
"I know that.  God, I don't deserve her."
 
He teased again.  "I never said you're not one lucky bastard."
 
I grinned now.  "I know that too."
 
"All the men out there can do is dream, Mulder, maybe even fantasize,
but YOU take her home every night.  And I've never seen her so happy
as since you two got together as a couple.
 
I nodded, smiling that I understood.  "Ready?" I asked.
 
He nodded and levered up off the bed, grimacing again.  "Let's do it."
 
Under his breath, he mumbled, "You lucky bastard."
 
 
PART 3 (NC-17)
FOX & DANA MULDER'S HOME
FALLS CHURCH, VA
SUNDAY - 10:00 AM
 
The phone rang and I watched Scully pick up the phone.  A smile spread
across her face.  "You're impossible!" she said around a slight
chuckle.
 
She looked at me, raising an eyebrow.  "You did?" she asked excitedly.
 
"Who is it, Scully?"
 
She held up a hand to stall my questions. "That's my boys!" she
exclaimed.
 
"You're boys?" I cried.
 
Seeing the incredulous look on my face, she broke out laughing.  When
she was startled into laughing, it often sounded much like a cackle.  
Despite that, I found myself smiling too.  Then she said, "Hang on to
them, we'll be by later to pick them up.  I'll want to take them into
work and have somebody look at them.  Maybe we can trace them."
 
There was silence for a moment and then she continued, "If you want to
work on it in the meantime, be my guest.  If that equipment is
government issue, I want to know about it."  Pause.  "O.K., thanks
boys."  She hung up and turned to me.
 
"My boys?" I asked again, unable to keep the challenge out of my
voice.

 
She smiled broadly.  "They found three things.  A bug on his phone
line for one."
 
"Right in the phone?"
 
"No, on the line in the wall."
 
"Uh, oh."
 
"Yeah, professional job."
 
"What else?"
 
"You won't believe this one."
 
"What?"
 
"A small camera in the exhaust fan vent in his downstairs bathroom."
 
"That's not good."
 
"No, it was attached to a recorder that was sitting right there in the
ductwork."
 
"Have they watched it?"
 
"Not yet.  They said they would give it to us, didn't figure they
wanted to see Skinner nude, as much as they like him."
 
I grinned.  "Can't say as I do either, but I want you to see him even
less."
 
"Oh, come on, Mulder.  How bad can it be?"
 
"Skinner has a nice body.  He's a muscular man."
 
"Are you seriously worried about that with me?"
 
I hung my head.  "I don't know.  No, not really.  But you're human,
Scully.  What woman wouldn't like to look at that body?"
 
She smiled, amused, and shook her head.  "That doesn't mean I'd do
anything about it.  You like to watch porno flicks."
 
"That's different."
 
"How?"
 
"I don't know those women personally."
 
She sighed heavily.  "All right, how about it you watch it first and
if it's risque, I'll trust your judgment.  We really just need to know
if there's anything incriminating on it.  What the hell would he do in
the bathroom that they could use against him?"
 
"I don't know."
 
"Let's forget about that for now."
 
"All right, you said their were three things."
 
"Yes, the other was a camera in his bedroom, in the light fixture."
 
"Sounds like they are trying to get something personal on him."
 
"Does, doesn't it?"
 
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it today."
 
"No, there isn't."
 
"That's weird, though.  He said they didn't make it upstairs."
 
"Maybe they were supposed to retrieve the tapes from the camera but
didn't make it that far.  He did surprise them.  They could have put
that camera in any time.  Who knows how long it's been there?"
 
"Yeah, you're probably right.  Something doesn't feel right though ...
ah, it'll come to me."
 
XXXXXXXXXX
FOX & DANA MULDER'S HOME
FALLS CHURCH, VA
MONDAY - 6:00 PM
 
The door slammed and I jumped.  I'd left work at 5:00 o'clock.  
Mulder had stayed to watch the video in the privacy of our office.  I
emerged from the kitchen and watched him take off his jacket and throw
it over the back of the couch.  His tie was already loosened, his
shirt half pulled out of his pants and his hair messed up.
 
"What's wrong?" I asked tentatively.
 
He turned to me, his eyes hooded.  His voice was velvet and deep
holding a hint of menace.  "I need you, Doll."
 
My whole body shivered in response to his tone and I felt my nipples
harden and warmth pool between my legs.  "Where, Lover?"
 
"Downstairs, now."
 
I nodded briskly and trotted out into the hallway heading for the
basement door.  He followed at a leisurely pace, not saying anything.  
Once we were downstairs and in our hide-a-away, I turned to face him.  
I was wearing a tank top and sweats.  What had happened? I wondered.  
He was really upset.  I knew he would tell me when he was ready.
 
It was then that I noticed the tape in his hand.  It was one of the
JVC small tapes, put inside the adapter that allowed you play it in a
regular VCR.  "Is that the tape?" I asked, nervous for no apparent
reason.  Perhaps it was the look in his eyes.
 
"Strip," was his only response.
 
I tore my tank top over my head.  His eyes riveted on my breasts.  I
hadn't been wearing a bra.  I yanked my sweats down and I heard his
sharp intake of breath when he saw that I wasn't wearing panties.  I
don't know why it still affected him this way.  I rarely wore panties
or bras at home unless I was wearing lingerie for his benefit.  But
somehow, he always seemed excited by the fact that I wasn't wearing
underwear under my clothes.  Perhaps it was the idea that I was always
ready for him.
 
"What now, Lover?" I asked.
 
"On the bed, face down, hands behind your back."
 
I felt a dart of delicious fear spike through me but I did as I was
told.  He strode to the VCR and TV, popping the tape in.  He went to
the cabinet on the wall and removed a length of rope, it was coated to
protect my skin, but it was the heavy stuff and I knew what he used it
for.
 
I whimpered involuntarily and he smiled in a predatory way, stalking
toward the bed.  I grunted, but otherwise made no sounds as he bound
my wrists behind my back and wrapped the rope between and around my
thighs.  He picked me up and turned me to face the foot of the bed
where the TV stand stood.
 
Without a word, he went to it, picked up the remote, and hit play.  A
view of what I presumed was Skinner's bedroom appeared on the screen.  
I heard Skinner's voice say, [On the bed.]
 
I shivered.  Oh God.  Was he going to reenact something here?  A tiny
woman walked into view with her hands tied behind her back.  I gasped
loudly and felt my eyes widen.  She was a redhead, with a haircut
nearly identical to mine.  She awkwardly kneeled on the bed and walked
on her knees to the center.  I still hadn't seen her face.
 
I glanced at Mulder as he ripped his shirt over his head.  I could see
his hard on tenting his dress slacks as he toed off his shoes and
undid his belt buckle.  He removed his pants and yanked off his socks.  
He stood, completely naked and nodded his head toward the screen.  I
looked again and Skinner entered the picture, wearing nothing but
boxer briefs.  He reached out and pushed the woman between her
shoulder blades.  She fell to the mattress, bouncing slightly from the
impact.
 
"Oh God," I murmured, squeezing my eyes shut.
 
"Open your eyes, Doll."
 
Reluctantly I did, feeling the bed dip as he got up behind me.  I
watched Skinner yank his boxers down and step out of them.  His back
was to the camera.  The muscles in his back rippled and his firm ass
cheeks clenched as he took a step to the bed and crawled up behind the
little redhead.
 
As his hands skimmed up and down her back, I felt Mulder's hands land
on my back and mimic the actions.  Skinner bent over the woman on all
fours.  He was a fucking enormous man.  Being naked, he should have
been less intimidating, but it made him even more imposing.  As he
bent I could see his enormous ball sack hanging between his legs and I
moaned softly.
 
The next few minutes were torture as Mulder mimicked Skinner's
actions, squeezing my ass and giving me a rim job, making my vagina
spasm and leak copious amounts of arousal down my thighs.  The only
difference here was my legs were tied and hers weren't.  I took my
weight on my chest, craning my neck and continued watching the screen.
 
Skinner flipped her onto her back and turned her sideways on the bed
as though he knew the camera were there.  He straddled her chest and I
got my first good look at his cock.
 
I groaned, despite my effort not to.  He was enormous, easily as thick
as Mulder if not thicker, and definitely longer.  His glans was the
size of a large plum.  He leaned into her face and she took his head
in her mouth.  "Suck me," his deep voice rattled out of his chest,
leaden and thick with arousal.
 
She did, with enthusiasm and I moaned again.  Mulder made no move to
mimic this, perhaps knowing I would have to take my eyes off the
screen.  I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.  
He leaned over me, his body completely covering me as usual.  I could
feel his erection in the crack of my ass.  "Does he look good to you,
Scully?" he murmured.
 
The question was casual, but I could hear the anger simmering
underneath.  "I don't know.  It's too weird."
 
"Who is she?" he asked through clenched teeth.
 
"I don't know!" I squealed.
 
"It was a rhetorical question.  He obviously has a thing for you."
 
"Lover, you know I love you, only you."
 
"Mmmm," he hummed in the back of his throat, sounding skeptical.
 
"Are you going to blame me for his ... preferences?"  I asked
tentatively.
 
"No.  But I sat in our office and had to watch this.  Do you know how
hard it was for me not to go to his place and rip his fucking heart
out?  He told me he would never touch another man's wife."
 
The menace in his voice made me shiver.  "He isn't!  It isn't me!  
What do you want me to say!?  I didn't know about this!"
 
"I know."  Then he was silent.
 
I watched as Skinner moaned, thrusting gently into the woman's mouth.  
Her back was arched from having her hands tied underneath her back.  
Her lips were stretched to the limit and she didn't even have half of
him in her mouth.  He played with her breast and she moaned around
him.
 
He backed up and suckled her nipples into turgid points until she
whimpered.  Finally, he flipped her onto her stomach again, her face
nearly mashed into the bedspread.  His fingers probed between her legs
and she moaned loudly.  He reached over to the nightstand and yanked
open the drawer there.  He grabbed a tube of KY jelly and popped it
open.
 
As he worked it into her ass, I moaned loudly, unable to help myself
as I felt Mulder working my own juices into my ass.  "This is the best
part, Doll.  Are you paying attention?"
 
I nodded, not knowing what else to say.  Skinner then covered his cock
in KY jelly, stroking himself with his big palm.  He tossed the tube
aside and worked her ass with his fingers again.
 
Skinner's voice startled me when he finally spoke to her.  "I walked
around all day with aching balls and a stiff cock for you, Baby.  You
were in my office this morning.  I could tell you were wearing
stockings.  God, I had to hide my full blown boner under the desk.  
I'm surprised you didn't hear it knocking on the bottom of my drawer.  
And it wouldn't go down all day.  I've nearly got blue balls from
being hard all day."
 
She moaned.  "Please Walter," the woman moaned.  I noticed her face
was away from the camera.  He lifted it gently and turned her to face
the camera.  He had to know it was there!  Her lips were pouty, much
like mine, but her face was a little rounder and her nose was pert,
unlike mine, which was aquiline.  But the resemblance was uncanny.
 
"Please, Walter," she moaned again.
 
"Please, what, Baby?"
 
"Take me, please."
 
"In the ass?  You want my cock in your ass, Baby?"
 
"Yesss!" she hissed.
 
He pulled her ass in the air and gently pressed that plum size head
against her tiny sphincter muscle.  I felt Mulder's cock entering me
at the same time.  "Ahhhh, God, Lover!" I panted.
 
I watched, fascinated as Skinner fed his enormous prick into her ass.  
I could see her ass muscles clench and release, see her cheeks being
pressed apart because of his enormous width.  This wasn't virgin
territory for this woman.  He'd slipped in slowly, but easily.  I
could tell she'd took his cock regularly.
 
Skinner was groaning like he was dying.  I felt Mulder slip into the
hilt and stop.  His hands reached under me to squeeze my breasts and
pinch my nipples.  I shouted, "Ohhh, Fuck!"
 
Skinner looked like a giant, towering over this woman.  I couldn't
help but wonder what that enormous cock would feel like.  How was I
supposed to not wonder?  As he began to move, so did Mulder, matching
him stroke for stroke.  I watched Skinner's bulky abdominal muscles
flexed and released as he lengthened his strokes, feeding himself into
her backside.  As he retreated, his florid cock looked like a pole,
and I would feel Mulder's cock plunge back into me as Skinner rammed
into the little woman who was incoherent with lust, moaning and
shrieking her pleasure.  Skinner ground out, "Oh, I couldn't wait to
be ball's deep in your tiny ass today.  Oh so fucking good, every
time."
 
I tried to spread my legs but stopped abruptly when I remembered they
were bound.  I was helpless as Mulder began to pick up the pace and
plow his own sizeable tool in and out of my rectum, my bound legs
making a tighter fit for him.  I was moaning like a whore at this
point and didn't care, my eyes glued to the screen, afraid to blink,
lest I miss something.
 
My nipples throbbed where Mulder repeatedly pinched them and I felt my
tunnel gush juices again.  Mulder began to growl behind me.  "Are you
pretending I'm him?  Huh?"
 
"No!"
 
"Do you want his monster cock, Doll?  You want that giant prick in
your ass?  Do you?"
 
"Oh God, Lover.  Why?"
 
"Answer me!"
 
"Just you, Lover!"
 
"This doesn't turn you on?"
 
"Of course it does!"  I couldn't lie to him.
 
"Look at her.  Look at what that monster cock does for her!  He's
splitting her wide open.  Hard and fast, just like you like it.  
Listen to her moan," he ground out.
 
I started to sob in conjunction with the enormous waves of arousal
washing through me.  The woman on the screen shouted, "Oh, fuck, yes.  
I'm commmiiiinnnggg!"
 
I wailed, "OhhhhGooodddd, Loovveerr!"  My own womb began to contract
in a hard, pulsing spasms that made my rectal muscles clamp onto
Mulder's rock hard cock.
 
He shouted, "Oh yeah!  I knew it!  You're coming so hard from this!  
For that big prick!  For him!"
 
"No!  For you!" I protested, wailing at the top of my lungs as my
orgasm continued.
 
Skinner was grunting with every impact now, feeding her his entire
length in long, deep strokes, crushing the flesh of her hips as he
rammed inside.  "Ah, ah, ah!"
 
I felt Mulder's cock twitch inside me and knew he was on the verge of
his own orgasm.  Just then Skinner shouted, "Oh, FUUCCKK ME!  
Ssccuullyy!"  His body jerked as he emptied into her, his hips flexing
rapidly with every pulse as he held himself deeply embedded.
 
I felt another round of spasms rise up just as I was coming down and
Mulder shouted, "AhhhhhhhGoooddddDammnnnYoooouuuuu!"
 
I didn't know if he meant Skinner or me but I felt him erupt inside
me, spraying hot semen deep into my backside, coating my tunnel with
warmth.  I shuddered and Mulder collapsed on top of me at the same
time Skinner came to end of his release and collapsed on top of the
tiny woman.  She was completely engulfed by his body.  All I could see
was one hand clenching the covers and a tuft of red hair splayed on
the bed beside his neck.
 
Skinner panted for several moments and then gently extracted himself.  
She groaned and he massaged her rear cheeks as she recovered.  She
flopped over and gazed at him with the most sated look on her face.  
She smiled gently and reached up to cup his neck, pulling him down to
her as though she would kiss him.
 
He jerked his head away and she frowned, seemingly on the verge of
tears.  "No kissing," he rasped out.  It was then that I realized they
had never kissed.
 
She began to weep silently and I felt my heart go out to her as he
pulled away and left the bed.  He returned with a washcloth and
cleaned her off, seemingly having already cleaned himself off.  She
reached for tissues on the nightstand and blew her nose.
 
He lay down on his back next to her, staring at the ceiling.  He
looked sated but slightly tortured.  His thick penis, still semi
erect, lay on this thigh.  I absently noted that his thighs looked
like tree trunks.  She sat up and leaned over the side of the bed,
grabbing up her clothes and clutching them to her chest.
 
"Use the bathroom," he said quietly, his voice gentled.
 
She shot him a look filled with hurt.  "Why can't I kiss you?"
 
Mulder had climbed off me and was cleaning me up.  We still hadn't
spoken.  He untied my hands and legs, but I didn't move, other than to
stretch out.  When he finished, he lay down beside me on his stomach.
We lay there, shoulder to shoulder, supporting our weight on our
elbows, watching.
 
"Is there more?" I asked tentatively.
 
"They talk a little."
 
"Did you watch this part?"
 
"Yes," was all he said.
 
Skinner sighed and said, "I don't want ..."
 
"What?" she asked.
 
"It's too personal.  I thought that was a rule in your profession."
 
I muttered to Mulder. "Is she a hooker?"
 
"I think so, although they never say that."  His voice was flat and
unemotional.  I peered at him, unsure what to do now.  Watching this
video had undeniably turned me on. How was I supposed to not be?  I
loved Mulder, but seeing Skinner's muscular body take that little
woman was arousing in the extreme.  I wasn't going to be able to deny
that.  It didn't mean that I would act on it or do anything about it.  
Convincing Mulder would be another story.  He trusted me, but this was
a new situation.  He was angry and I didn't really know how he would
react when all this was said and done.
 
"Maybe if you kissed me, I would become a person to you," she said
quietly.
 
"You are a person to me."
 
She opened her mouth and then closed it.  "Just not the person you
want me to be, right?"
 
He closed his eyes and sighed heavily.  "I can't have what I want.  
You fulfill a need for me.  Isn't that enough?"
 
"I don't think it is anymore."
 
He opened his eyes and looked at her, reaching for the nightstand and
putting on his glasses.  He sat up and pulled on his boxers.  "Then I
guess I won't be able to see you anymore."
 
"Don't say that!" she cried.
 
"We had an agreement."
 
"I know, but ..."
 
He looked at her levelly.  "I can't change that agreement."
 
"Why not?"
 
"Be real.  What are you going to do?  Leave your job?" he asked
quietly, as if it were the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.
 
She frowned.  Sighed and then said, "I would for you."
 
His eyes widened and he looked stricken.  He obviously hadn't expected
that.  "You would?"
 
She nodded, looking slightly ashamed.  I wasn't sure why.  "I would
leave it for you.  But I'll never be pure and untouchable like her.  
It's not who I am.  I'm tired of pretending to be someone I'm not.  
I'd leave it all behind, but you don't want ME, do you?"
 
"In my own way, I do.  And she isn't pure, just untouchable."
 
"Do you love her?" she asked.
 
I held my breath, glancing at Mulder and watching his jaw clench and
the muscle jump near his ear.
 
Skinner looked away and then back towards her.  "I don't know.  No, I
don't think so.  Not the way you mean it anyway.  I don't know what I
feel.  I just know I can't stop ..."
 
"Can't stop, what?"
 
"Wanting her.  She turns me on.  My attraction to her is vicious and I
can't help it.  I can't do anything about it directly though.  You
look just like her ... almost.  So you turn me on too, don't think you
don't.  Plus, I've always had a thing for tiny women ... and redheads
too, for that matter.  You're both my type."
 
"That's all there is to it?"
 
"It's not that simple.  She's married.  I can't have her.  I CAN have
you.  Even if she wasn't married, I couldn't have her."
 
"Why not?"
 
"Because she's totally in love with her husband, married or not, has
been for years.  Everyone knows it.  And believe it or not, I respect
her. I respect him.  I consider them friends and confidantes.  I
wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that."
 
The woman looked at him and said, "Your loss, Walter.  I could be
everything for you."  And she walked away.
 
A couple of seconds later, Skinner picked up the remote that was lying
on the nightstand and pointed it toward the ceiling.  The screen went
black.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
I let out a stream of breath through pursed lips.  "See, Lover.  He
wouldn't touch me."
 
"He would if he could.  Drop out now, O.K.  We need to talk."
 
I nodded.  "But he won't touch me.  He respects you, Mulder.  He just
said it."
 
"Yeah, but he's our boss, Scully.  How the hell am I going to face him
knowing he goes home at night and does this?  This goes way beyond
fantasizing about you.  He actually brings this woman in and fucks
her, pretending she's you.  That's obsession, Scully."
 
"But it's harmless.  He isn't interfering in our relationship.  This
is how he keeps his distance without crossing the line."
 
"This isn't interfering in our relationship, Scully?" he asked
incredulously.
 
"We weren't ever supposed to see this, Mulder."
 
He sighed.  "I know, but now we did.  What are we going to do about
it?"
 
"What do you mean?  Nothing.  This could ruin him."
 
"Then he never should have made the tape."
 
"Do you think this is what they were looking for?"
 
"Might be, if they were watching him and saw him pick this woman up.  
This would be great blackmail."
 
I nodded.  "We need to pretend we never saw it."
 
"I don't think I can do that Scully."
 
"What do you want to do?"
 
"That depends on you."
 
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, hearing my voice rise.
 
"It means that you were turned on by that and I don't know what to
think about that."
 
"And you weren't?" I exclaimed, sounding defensive even to my own
ears.
 
He sighed and swallowed heavily.  "Yes, I was, that's part of the
problem.  We both were."
 
I was silent.  "What are you saying?"
 
"I don't even know.  This is not an area we've ever discussed."
 
"What area?"
 
"Having multiple partners," he said quietly.
 
I looked at him knowing I was slack jawed.  "Are you considering it?"
 
"Are you?" he countered.
 
"I asked you first."
 
"I don't know.  I never thought I'd want anything like that.  On the
one hand, the thought of sharing you makes me see red.  But I'd be
lying if I said seeing you touch Skinner yesterday hadn't turned me
on.  It made me sick and turned me on at the same time.  How fucked up
is that?"
 
I chuckled. I couldn't help it.  "I wasn't turned on."
 
"You weren't?"
 
"Not yesterday. I was viewing him with a purely clinical eye."
 
"You didn't notice all those huge, rippling muscles?"
 
"I noticed them, you can't miss them, but I get detached when I'm
doing an examination."
 
"You never seemed detached with me.  You always seemed very caring and
concerned and worried.  When I was hurt, you were thorough, but your
touch wasn't always professional, Scully and I know it."
 
"That's because it was you, Mulder."
 
His eyes snapped up to mine and he said, "That's what Skinner said."
 
"You talked to him about this?"
 
"When I was upstairs helping him get dressed."
 
"Mulder!  How could you even bring it up!?"
 
"I didn't, he did.  He caught my look of jealousy, just like you did.  
He said, 'you have nothing to worry about.  I would never touch
another man's wife.  And he told me that everybody knows you love me."
 
"He was right."
 
"I know that but it doesn't mean that you aren't turned on by other
men."
 
"I don't think about other men."
 
"You did just now."
 
"That's not fair, Mulder.  It was thrust in my face, and he was
obviously pretending she was me.  How was I not supposed to be
intrigued by that at the very least?  It broadsided me.  I didn't
expect that.  How do you think that makes me feel?"
 
"I don't know.  Why don't you tell me?"
 
"Oh for Christ's sake, Mulder.  I was turned on just like I would be
watching any porno flick.  It was the same thing.  But I had to watch
MY BOSS.  How do you think I'm going to feel sitting across that desk
from him?  Huh?  I'm going to wonder every time now whether he's
undressing me in his mind!  Jesus, you think that's not going to be
uncomfortable for me?  This affects me too, Mulder!  Not just you!  
You know I love you, and only you.  So it would be nice if you would
put away your macho hurt pride, your jealousy and whatever else for a
minute and consider how this is going to affect me!"
 
He bit his bottom lip, his eyes turning wet.  "You're right, Scully.  
I'm sorry."
 
"We need to be rational about this, Mulder.  We can't let our emotions
get in the way.  This is going to need to be dealt with."
 
"How?  How can I not let my emotions get in the way?  This is all
about emotions, Scully, not the least of which is lust!" he nearly
shouted.
 
I pushed him until he was lying on his back.  I rolled up and over his
chest, straddling him.  I peered down into his eyes.  "Whatever
happens, Mulder, know that I love YOU.  ONLY YOU!" I emphasized.  
"Don't forget it.  Don't you dare let other men threaten you.  No one,
and I mean no one can take me away from you.  Do you understand?"
 
He nodded mutely, blinking rapidly.  "I love you, Mulder.  I married
YOU.  I go home with YOU every night because that's where I want to
be.  We are bound in matrimony.  Till death do us part, Mulder.  I
take those vows very seriously."  I paused and then whispered.  "For
God sakes, Mulder.  We're going to have a baby together.  I'm not
going anywhere."
 
He swallowed a little sob of emotion and crushed me to his chest.  "I
know, but it drives me crazy knowing him and all these other men want
you so much."
 
"It shouldn't.  You won, Mulder.  YOU.  Look how long it took me to
cave in to you and my feelings for you.  You think I jump in and out
of relationships?  That I'm suddenly going to up and take off with
someone because I think they look good, or that I'm going to cheat on
you?! And what's with this, 'all these men'.  This is just one man.  
There are tons of women that want you too, partner.  But I just laugh
inside and say, buzz off girls, he's all mine!  Because I know your
heart belongs to me."
 
He huffed, a sad look on his face. "I'm sorry, Scully.  You know I
trust you.  It's not that.  I don't even know what I'm afraid of, or
maybe it's just my pride."
 
I repeated, "We just have to deal with one man, Mulder."
 
"Our boss."
 
"Yes, our boss."
 
We were silent for a long time and then he said.  "Would you want to
be with him, Scully?"
 
"What?!"
 
"I mean it, does that excite you?"
 
"Does what excite me?  Being with Skinner?  I don't know.  I've never
been with Skinner!" I cried.
 
He petted my hair and said, "Shh, don't get mad.  I mean, does the
idea of being with both of us excite you?"
 
"At the same time?" I asked stupidly.
 
He nodded.
 
For one brief second, I had a flash picture of both men, one behind
me, one in front and I shuddered from head to toe.  No way he didn't
feel it.  He lifted my head in his hands and said softly.  "That
answers my question.  Let me think about it."
 
"What?  Mulder!  You don't need to think about it.  Don't be
ridiculous!"
 
"I'm not being ridiculous.  I want to make you happy.  I want you to
experience whatever you want to experience sexually or otherwise.  
Maybe we can find a way to do it."
 
"I am happy!  What would you do?  Invite him over and say, gee, Sir,
would you like to come home with me and fuck my wife?" I nearly
shrieked.
 
He winced.  "Scully!" he nearly bellowed.  "You know it wouldn't be
like that."
 
I was panting with indignation.  "Then how would it be?"
 
"I don't know yet.  I would have to think about it but first I need to
know if it's something you want."
 
"How the hell should I know?  I never thought about it."
 
"Well, think about it and let me know."
 
Just then the phone rang.
 
Mulder rolled over and picked up the receiver from the nightstand.  
"Yes, Mulder."
 
He tipped the phone so I could hear.
 
"Mulder, I need to talk to you."
 
"Yes, sir.  I think we definitely need to talk."
 
"Look, it's important.  I did something stupid and the Gunmen ..."
 
"Found your video stash," Mulder replied calmly.
 
"Oh Jesus, Mulder, it's not what you think.  I thought the boys were
just going to sweep for bugs or I would've ..."
 
"I think it's exactly what I think it is."
 
There was silence on the other end of the line.  "Do I need to worry
about taking a bullet in my sleep?"
 
"Not yet.  Depends on how we handle this."
 
"We?"
 
"Let's meet."
 
"Where?"
 
"Tomorrow, after work, our place."
 
"All right."  Pause.  "Mulder, I'm sorry, for what it's worth.  I
never meant ..."
 
"For me to see it?"
 
"Well that's obvious, but ... did the Gunmen see it?"
 
"No, they just gave me the tapes."
 
"Oh, well, I guess that's one good thing."
 
"Tomorrow, 6:00 PM."
 
"I'll be there."  He paused.  "I've never touched her, Mulder.  I
never would.  I'm sorry."  And he hung up.