From: Melissa Lee Date: 28 Apr 1999 21:29:25 -0700 Subject: [xfcreative] Coming Home 3: Playing House 1of 3 From: Melissa Lee TITLE: Coming Home 3: Playing House AUTHOR: Melissa "Kennedy" Lee RATING: R CATEGORY: MSR/AU (SRST--Semi resolved sexual Tension) SUMMARY: Part three in the series. Need to read Coming Home and Coming Home 2: Safe at Home, to get this one. Deals with the Episode "Eve" and Scully's feelings about Sarah, sex, and a world without birth defects. AUTHORS NOTES: Once again, to my buds in TX and Nashville; my little XF group in Knoxville, my seven sisters, and the GOD-DESS. I am still grateful you didn't have me arrested. I'm not worthy. ARCHIVING: Gossamer and Xemplary only please. Ask first for the rest. FEEDBACK: Please. I know the last one and this one are relatively tame compared to the angst fest of the first one, but trust me, it's coming. DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Making no money off of this. Really. PREVIOUSLY: Mulder and Scully furthered their relationship physically. Somewhat. Mulder was confused by Scully's refusal to accept any form of physical gratification. He decides something traumatic had to of happened to her. Previous installments can be found at Xemplary and eventually Gossamer. www.xemplary.com "What?! You think I was raped? You think that, don't you? Listen to yourself." Mulder was befuddled. "It's a perfectly reasonable explanation. You must admit." Scully rolled her eyes. "Explanation for what? For not wanting you to finger fuck me? Is that what this is about?" Mulder shrugged. "You tell me. Why else would you not want to be-pleasured. Why else would you not want me to touch you?" Mulder's blood suddenly went cold. "Or is that it? You don't want to touch you?" Mulder took Scully's silence as an affirmation. Scully took in the terror stricken look on his face as he stumbled backwards to the door. "Mulder, wait." Looking down at her hands she began speaking. "It's not-you. It's-." "You keep saying that, but do nothing to make me think otherwise!" Grabbing her by the upper arms he pulled her close to him. "I love you." Looking into his eyes she saw all the doubt they held. =He thinks I'm rejecting .= "I can't explain this to you. Not right now. Just know it's not you." =Well, not entirely.= "I love you. Can you just accept that for right now?" Mulder contemplated that for a moment. "You're sure you weren't raped?" Sighing she answered, "Positive. Now can we go to bed?" She pulled at him, but he remained planted where he was. "What?" Grinning he answered, "That still doesn't explain how you learned to give head like that." "Mulder!" They collapsed laughing on the bed, and were soon in the middle of a pillow fight. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% They spent the next two weeks together; day and night. Mulder called it "playing house." Scully had grown accustomed to having Mulder in her bed. As the days passed she became more and more bold in her pursuit of pleasuring Mulder. Mulder had taken her to see an action movie, and while he was totally into the movie, Scully became bored. Stone Theater Scully quickly glanced around the theater and noted that it was half full. Casually reaching over she caressed Mulder's crotch. Eliciting a moan from him she quietly eased down on her knees and unzipped his pants. "Scully!" he hissed. "What do you think you are doing? Get up here. Now!" One of the patrons a few rows back shushed him. Mulder tried to turn around, but Scully managed to get his cock out and slowly encircled the head with her mouth. "Unhm. oh Jesus." Mulder was barely whispering. Spreading his legs wide he rolled his head back and gave in to the situation. Tracing her tongue along the underside of his cock, she gently applied pressure to his sack. Increasing the pressure with both her mouth and hand, she could feel Mulder starting to break. As he began to pulsate in her mouth, she quickly reached up and clamped her hand down on his mouth. Mulder's muffled sob was drowned out; by a shoot out on the screen. Using a napkin to wipe him off, she quickly zipped him back up and eased back into her seat. Mulder was boneless in the seat for the rest of the movie. As the lights came up, Scully grinned at him wickedly as she said, "you're right Mulder, I did like this movie." With that she got up and proceeded to leave the theater. On the way home Mulder stole sideways glances at her. Scully just continued to smile. "-Are-God you are crazy. Why did you do that?" She laughed. "I didn't hear you complaining while I was doing it." Mulder continued the conversation on the way up to her apartment. "Why would you do that Scully? I enjoyed it. Definitely enjoyed it, but why?" She shrugged as she let them into her apartment. "I was bored. I thought it would be fun. A new experience. That is what you want isn't it? For me to open myself to new experiences?" He slightly nodded. Grabbing her by the waist he pulled her into a hungry kiss. Easing her into the bedroom he slipped his hand into her pants seeking her center. She stiffened and pushed him away. Sighing he retreated to the bathroom and got ready for bed. It was the third time in as many days that he had tried unsuccessfully to her. Easing into bed he slipped his arms around her. =What's going on Scully? Why won't you let me do this for you?= Those were his last thoughts as sleep overtook him. 4 Days Later Scully entered the office smiling, going immediately for the coffee. Mulder had spent last night at his place; the first time in over two weeks. She would never admit it to him, but she missed waking up with him. All of him. "Good morning Agent Scully. Sleep well last night?" She gave him a knowing smile. "Never better. And you?" "Oh, I've slept better. Course, I've slept worse too." He winked at her. "Anyway, I got a new case for us." Jumping up he turned on the slide projector. Clicking on the slides he stopped on one of a man with two puncture holes on his neck. "Exsanquination Scully." He was looking at her expectantly. "There have been reports of involving alien abduction and exsanquination." Mulder began his litany of possible alien involvement in the death of the man. Calmly she started her own explanation of what might have happened. "Mulder, the human heart can act as a pump when an artery has been punctured. That has to be the reason the man was, as you put it, "running a quart low." I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation for all of this." With a wry smile he added, "that's what I'm counting on Scully! Let's go to Connecticut." She sighed and followed him out of the office. On the Plane "Sir? The woman you're traveling with is asking for you." Mulder looked around dumbly at the flight attendant. "Excuse me?" She repeated, "The woman you're traveling with is in the bathroom sick and is asking for you. She needs her purse." Fearing Scully was having a bout of air- sickness, he rushed to the lavatory at the back of the plane. Knocking softly he whispered, "Scully? You ok?" The door opened just a fraction and she yanked him into the bathroom. "I know you hate to fly; are you air-sick?" Giggling she reached up and kissed him while cupping him. "Scully!" He scolded. "I thought you were sick! This isn't funny." Shutting the lid on the toilet she yanked his pants open. "Scully," he warned. Ignoring him she slid his semi-erect penis into her mouth. Against his brain's wishes, he became fully aroused. Gripping his hips she savagely licked and sucked him. Gripping the faucet of the tiny sink he came. Collapsing back against the door, he tried to catch his breath. "Wh-wh-what was that for?" Shrugging she answered, "I haven't done that for you in a couple of days. Just thought it would be nice." Wiping her mouth, she checked her reflection in the mirror and regarded Mulder. "You better pull yourself together. Now straighten up and go back to your seat. I'll be there in a few minutes." Numbly he wiped himself off and headed back to his seat. He kept his head down all the way back to the seat in hopes that nobody would realize he'd just gotten "blown" at 30,000 feet. Shutting the door behind Mulder, Scully began stroking herself. Settling back on the toilet lid she dropped her pants and spread her legs. Pinching her nub she came. When she rejoined Mulder, she found a small bottle of club soda awaiting her. At her raised eyebrow Mulder answered, "The flight attendant thought it might help settle your stomach." He rolled his eyes, and she smiled mischievously. "So, is this case the reason you didn't stay with me last night?" Mulder shifted, refusing to meet her eyes. "Mulder?" "More or less," he answered trying not to lie to her, but not wanting to tell her everything either. She was insistent. "Explain." "I did receive some info on this case yesterday, and I wanted to do some more checking before we took it." He hoped that would assuage her curiosity. "And?" She pressed. He exhaled slowly, debating if he should tell her the truth. =Well, ya see Scully, I want to make love to you so badly that I'm going crazy. I want to taste you, make you writhe beneath my tongue. Yeah, tell her that. Since you won't let me touch you, I had to go home and jerk off to a 1-900 number operator. Yep, tell her that.= "I-I just needed a little time alone. =to jerk off= Anyway, I figured you were getting tried of me being underfoot." =Well, that wasn't really a lie.= Scully was a little hurt by his admission. She realized she'd just taken it for granted that they'd spend their nights together. That would want to spend their nights together. "You're not underfoot Mulder. I-I like having you around." Leaning in she inconspicuously brushed her hand over his crotch as she said, "I like doing things for you." Mulder meekly smiled at her innuendo before returning his gaze out of the window. =What's going on with you Scully? Why won't you let me near you? Why are you going down on me in airplane bath rooms?= Scully thought back over the last week and how happy they were. Or at least how happy she thought they were. She considered each of Mulder's rebuffs to her offers of "pleasure." Individually they seemed normal; "I'm tired. I just want to cuddle." He had even stayed up until the wee hours of the night a couple of times; not coming to bed until well after she was asleep and rising before she was awake. She wondered if something was bothering him; if she was bothering him. Before she could ponder the thought any more, the plane landed and they were on their way to see Teena Simmons. They reached what could only be described as a modern day orphanage, and began questioning Teena. Mulder was momentarily lost as he wondered what Sarah would have looked like at age eight. In his mind he saw a miniature version of Scully with his eyes. Having been caught staring by Scully, he quickly looked away. Mourning the losses that had befallen the young girl, Scully thought of Sarah and closed her eyes against the pain. When she opened her eyes the little girl was speaking of "men from the sky." Scully likened the cold sterile environment of the group home to the morgue where she had, had to leave Sarah. Pushing the thoughts away, she returned her focus to the case. As her and Mulder headed for yet another budget motel, she wondered about their sleeping arrangements. It was something they had yet to discuss. "Mulder? We haven't discussed being together. On the road." Waiting for him to pick up on what she meant, she fidgeted with her hands. "We'll have to get two rooms regardless. Other than that, I just assumed we'd sleep together; either in 'your place or mine.'" Glancing her way, he caught her smiling at him. After eating dinner in, they went over case notes and decided to turn in. Settling into Scully's bed, they talked about the day. "You were thinking about her today, weren't you?" 1/3 2/3 "Yes. I just kept picturing Sarah in Teena's place. Do you ever wonder what she would have looked like? If she would have been curious and adventurous, or quiet and shy? If she would have been tall or short? " Scully stiffened in his arms as she quickly snapped, "No. Not anymore. I've put that behind me." Mulder was a bit shocked, but before he could ponder her answer, she was sliding down under the covers. Squeezing his cock she said, "How about I do something for you?" As she attempted to ease his boxers down, he stopped her hand. "Not tonight Scully." Coming out from under the covers she turned the lamp on. "Geez Scully. Cut the light off; you're blinding me." Making no attempt to move she hissed, "What is it Mulder? Or should I say who?" Mulder reached over her for the light but was blocked by Scully. "We have to talk. Why won't you let me do this for you? Before the airplane, it'd been four days Mulder! Hell, before that I was doing this for you 2-3 times a day." With barely controlled anger he shot back, "Me!? Why won't you let do anything for ? You'll barely let me touch you, let alone pleasure you." Mulder had her pinned beneath him. "Don't you understand? I want to taste you? I want to bury my face in you; get inside you? As for who, there is no 'who,' unless you count the 1-900 sex operator I called last night! I understand the sex part, really I do. But you don't have to live like a fucking queen!" Pushing him off of her she said in a deadly calm voice, "Leave. Right now." Mulder jumped from the bed, and noted with disgust that his penis was fully erect. Ignoring that he stalked through the adjoining door into his own room. Slamming the door for effect, he flopped on the bed and flipped on the television. He could hear her shower running through the thin wall. Punching the buttons on the remote, he finally settled on a pay porn channel. Easing out of his boxers he began stroking himself. Allowing his eyes to drift shut, images of Scully going down on him filtered through his mind. As the images played across his mind and the moaning from the tv filled the room, he came with her name on his lips. Spent, Mulder lay there for a long time trying to catch hi breath. When he finally opened his eyes, he was mortified to see Scully standing over him with a wash cloth. He hoped he was dreaming until she spoke. "I could have done that for you, you know. For free." She jerked her head toward the television. Mulder felt himself blushing. Tossing the wash cloth to him she said, "Clean up and then come back into my room. I need to talk to you." Mulder did as told, albeit slowly, trying to prolong the inevitable. Reluctantly he made his way into her room. Scully was sitting at the small table looking at her hands. "I lied to you earlier Mulder. I do think about Sarah. Most of the time." As her eyes met his, he realized she had been crying. "Scu-" "No Mulder. Let me finish. I need for you to understand. I love you. I always have, and I always will. , loving you scares me. I lost myself in you once before, and it cost me dearly." Pausing to gauge his reaction, she saw guilt and sorrow in his eyes. "I know there were extenuating circumstances and we were manipulated; I don't-blame you. I just, well I just can't forget that easily. I'm afraid of losing you again. Of losing me. I allowed myself to lose control that summer. I allowed myself to do things with you that, at the time, I would never have allowed happen. But I did. I loved you that much. I love you that much. I'm trying Mulder; really. It's taken me so long to heal myself, and I don't want to risk it again." Seeing the anguish and despair fall across Mulder's face she paused. He started to speak but she silenced him with her hand. "But I will risk it again. For you." "You're afraid I'll abandon you again. Hurt you again. It's about giving up control." She nodded. "I you when I'm going down on you." "You like that don't you?" Looking away she nodded. "It's how I survive Mulder." Mulder pulled her to him. "Scully, you can't resort to going down on me every time I try to discuss something important; from the past with you. We have to talk about these things. So this is why you don't want to have sex. You don't want to lose control." Nodding her head against his chest she mumbled, "But also-" "You're afraid of getting pregnant, aren't you?" "Yes. I don't-I can't-lose another child. Or you." "I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Tentatively she ventured, "I want your baby, Fox. One day. I'm just afraid it will happen again. The heart defect, I mean." Stroking her hair he asked, "I thought you said it was a rare condition, and not likely to happen again." "It was and it's not, but I worry. I always worry. Something might be wrong with my eggs. It's illogical, but I can't help it." Mulder considered this. "You, and me, could undergo genetic counseling. Have your eggs tested, if you wanted. It might make you feel better." Kissing him tenderly she asked with a faint blush, "Would-would you-" "My pleasure." Eagerly he lowered her to the bed and showered her with kisses. Slowly unbuttoning her pajama top he, admired her breasts. Scully blushed again, and Mulder's groin tightened considerably. Smiling he nipped at her taught nipple. Slowly circling it with his tongue, he teased her with feather like flicks across the flattened plane. Scully was moaning. Running his tongue down the valley between her breasts, he began making zig-zag streaks across her belly. Her hands were threaded in his hair, holding him to her. "Lift your hips, Dana," he whispered. As she lifted, he pulled her bottoms and panties down. Mulder stared at her for a long moment before running his fingers through her damp curls and finding her opening. Slowly he pushed in with his finger, to the middle joint. "Sweet Mary, mother of God." Before he could inflict any more torture on her, the phone rang. Looking at her apologetically, he fumbled for the phone. "Yeah? Unhuh. Ok-. I'll tell her." Scully was looking at him expectantly. "Teena Simmons has been abducted from the group home. We have to go." Scully groaned as she pulled her sweats back up. Mulder stopped her and gave her a kiss that spoke of things to come. There was little to go on at the scene. As dawn broke, Scully took Mulder aside to tell him of another murder, this one in San Francisco. They were to leave in two hours. In the sky Scully had been quiet the entire flight. "What are you thinking about Scully?" She looked wistful. "The last time I was in San Francisco. I haven't been back since Ryan was transferred." Mulder took her hand, clasping it tightly. "I haven't been back since the day she was born." Mulder shivered involuntarily. They fell quiet, eventually discussing the case again. After landing they headed for Cyndy Reardon's house. They were both shocked at the little girl who opened the door; a dead ringer for Teena Simmons. "Teena?" The girl shook her head no, and went to get her mother. Once they were inside, Mrs. Reardon admitted to undergoing fertility treatments. Her doctor had been Sally Kendrick. A re-check of the Simmon's found that they too had undergone treatment under Sally Kendrick. Paying a visit to Sally Kendrick's former boss, Dr. Katz, Scully questioned him. "Dr. Katz, why was Sally Kendrick relieved of her duties?" He was reluctant to answer. "Dr. Katz, we are investigating a double murder involving former patients of Dr. Kendrick's." He relented. "Some of her-theories, were questionable. She dabbled in eugenics." Scully gasped. Mulder was confused. "She was trying to improve human characteristics through breeding? My God." Dr. Katz looked sheepish. "Yes Agent Scully. Ironically, some of her research had merit. The theory of Eugenics isn't entirely unsavory. Can you imagine never having birth defects again? Of doing away with genetic anomalies? Nature's mistakes?" Scully's face went pale as she thought of Sarah. Sensing her apprehension, Mulder made their good byes and ushered her out of the office. "You ok Scully?" She nodded. "Just thinking." "I know. Given any thought to being tested?" She looked out the window and then back to him. "Uh-yes I have. I-I think I might do that." Mulder nodded. "You'll get tested too right?" Smiling he nodded. As they pulled into the motel parking lot, Mulder was having visions of Scully writhing beneath him. Scully was wet just thinking of Mulder's mouth. On her. After checking in Scully changed into a pair of cotton shorts and a t-shirt. Mulder had changed into his cotton boxers and his Nicks t-shirt. Scully made her way to Mulder's door. She sauntered past him and stretched out on his bed. Mulder felt his groin tighten. Patting the space next to her. "Come here Mulder." As Mulder was bending down to kiss her, she pulled him on top of her. "Kiss me Mulder." It was a command. His mouth greedily explored hers, and she ran her hands through his hair. Shifting to try and relieve the pressure in his crotch, his erection made contact with her center. Groaning she instinctively thrust her hips. Mulder thrust back, and they developed a rhythm; point-counter point. Back-forth. Back-forth. "Yo-you'll-oh-make-uhm..a mess-oh God Mulder." Fighting for breath he answered, "s'K. More-pants." Mulder was having a hard time forming a coherent thought, and Scully's toes had started to tingle. Her muscles began to quiver; then she was right there. Her wail was enough to elicit pounding on the wall from the next room next door. Mulder wasn't far behind her, and his grunt caused more pounding on the wall. Catching their breath they collapsed laughing. Mulder rolled off of Scully and examined the front of his shorts. Realizing that not only were his shorts covered in a sticky mess, but so were Scully's. Frantically he yanked her shorts and panties off. "What are you doing?" Mulder had ran into the bathroom, and returned with a wash cloth in his hands. He began thoroughly cleaning her off. "Mulder this isn't necessary." Walking over to his suit- case he fished out a pair of his sweats and handed them to her. Pulling them on she had to roll the waist- band down several times. She was looking at him quizzically. "I don't want to take any chances." She laughed. "Mulder! We just had fully clothed !" "Dana Scully, you are a doctor. You of all people should know it's possible. Remote, but possible." Scully looked at him thoughtfully. "I'm afraid to ask, but how did you come into this bit of knowledge?" Bowing his head and squirming he continued. "In an X-File." Scully laughed. Managing to look serious he answered, "I had three files on virgin conceptions. Medical exams proved none of the girls ever had sex. I figured alien abduction. They finally admitted to engaging in . One of the girls swore up and down that she never got with her boyfriend." Mulder began cleaning himself when Scully's hand stopped him. "Let me." Never taking her eyes off of his she lovingly cleaned his most private parts. He was semi-erect and faintly blushing when she kissed him. "Scul-ly. I love you." "I love you too Mulder." Still holding his semi-erect penis, she glanced down at it, and smiled. "Let's try some fully outer course, Mulder." Tugging on her hand he kissed her fingers. "I don't have anything Scully." Scully arched an eyebrow. "I meant what I said. I don't want to take any chances." He bowed his head. "I love you, and I don't ever want to hurt you again. I know it's highly unlikely, but I can't help worrying about getting us pregnant." She curled herself around Mulder. "Thank-you. That means a lot to me." Mulder kissed the top of her head. "Mulder, I need to tell you something. Actually I want you to know this. I-I got back on the Pill; after Idaho." Mulder stiffened. "Why?" =And what do you mean on the Pill.= Scully was taken aback. "Because I am responsible for my body. Because I thought you wanted that too." Mulder exhaled. "I do. I-I just don't want you to feel like you have to bare the responsibility alone. I want to do my part." "You did your part last time. If I hadn't been so stubborn, I wouldn't have gotten pregnant." "Scully?" Mulder's voice was filled with anguish. "I don't regret Sarah, but I could have saved all of us a lot of pain." Mulder pulled her closer to him. "It was nobody's fault. 2/3 3/3 Anyway, we'll both do our part. Deal?" Scully snuggled in. "Deal." They drifted off to sleep. They were rudely awakened, by the ringing of the phone. "Mulder. Yes." Hanging up the phone he rolled out of bed. "Uh, Scully, why don't you go back to your room and get dressed?" Mulder was pulling Scully out of bed. "Mulder, are you trying to get rid of me? And who was on the phone?" "Scully, please trust me on this." He gave her his best puppy dog face. "Are you ditching me?" Trying to look indignant he retorted, "Would I do that?" Cocking an eyebrow she left the room. Mulder had been gone right at an hour, when Scully heard pounding on her door. "Who is it?" "Scully it's me. Open up." As she opened the door, he was already pulling her outside. Once in the car he filled her in on his meeting. He explained about the Litchfield Project, and the government's involvement in the project. "Mulder, why are we at a home for the criminally insane?" "One of the Eve's still lives here." Inside, they found a dead ringer for Sally Kendrick and both Teena Simmons and Cindy Reeardon. Leaving to go stake out Cindy's house, they saw one of the Eve's abduct Cindy. An all out man- hunt to find the girls and Eve, found them holed up in a motel. After storming the room, they found Sally Kendrick dead. The girls wove a tale of a suicidal pact gone awry. Having taken custody of the girls, Mulder and Scully began the long drive back to D.C. Stopping for refreshments ended in the girls trying to kill both Mulder and Scully. Having turned the girls over to someone from the government, they returned to D.C. alone. Scully's Apartment Sipping hot tea they sat on the couch talking. "Mulder who would create such-I don't know-monsters? And why?" Mulder thought for a moment. "Our government. Like Hitler, they wanted perfection. The ultimate human." He noticed the tears pooled in Scully's eyes. "What Scully?" "Sarah. She wasn't perfect, but I didn't love her any less because of that." Mulder hugged her. "Of course not Scully. Of course not." Abruptly she pulled away. "Do you want me to go? Do you need to be alone?" "NO! Don't go. I've been alone for to long. I'm sorry. I'm trying, it's just hard." Mulder regarded her. "Have you ever cried for Sarah, Scully?" "Not-not really. I had to be strong when she died. I had to comfort everybody else. There wasn't time to grieve. Then Ryan and I split, spring semester started, and I just buried myself in school." "How long did you and Ryan stay together after Sarah died?" "About three months. Why?" He shook his head. "Just curious. I guess I thought you split immediately." Scully smiled sadly. "The day after we buried her I told Ryan he could leave if he wanted. He wouldn't hear of it. He has a sense of honor and duty about him." Smiling thoughtfully she continued, "He wouldn't leave until he was sure I'd be alright." "So how did he know?" Becoming visibly uncomfortable she got up to go into the kitchen. When she returned Mulder was waiting expectantly. "Scully?" She sighed. "Mulder can we not talk about this now? I promise to tell you one day. Just not now. Ok?" Reluctantly he nodded. "Let's go to bed Mulder." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Is that an invitation?" "For sleep yes; anything else, no." "Where have I heard that before?" As they settled into bed, Mulder suggested they get away for a long weekend. "We've been on three straight cases. We could use a break." "That sounds nice. Just tell me where and I'm there." Spooned together they drifted off to sleep. END NOTES: The part about virgin conception is partly true. In sex camp (don't ask. It was a church thing.) Our youth minister wove a tale of the evils of "getting' horizontal" with or without clothing. Personally, I think he was just trying to scare us. It worked on a bunch of 14-15 year olds. We were so gullible. Look for "Coming Home 4: Interlude I: The trip to Hershey." From time to time in this series our duo will take off on little side trips that will either add to their relationship or be smut fests. 3/3