From: "Kristi Dorn" Date: Mon, 05 Nov 2007 14:43:56 -0600 Subject: The Door by Kristina Source: direct Title: The Door Author: Kristina Email: schmkb27@msn.com Spoilers: FTF Rating: NC-17 Summary: Mulder has nightmares, but what lies behind the door is not always what one would expect. Disclaimer: They're not mine, but they have more fun with me when they visit. Author's notes: There is a man who's renewed my faith in fanfic. There are so few still writing out there, and even less who write well. I'm not sure where I fall in that spectrum, though I know where he does. And with his unwillingness to offer previews in these long spans of time where updates don't happen, I had to go create a nice smut biscuit of my own. For you Evan, because while there are places our tastes differ, I think this is something that will leave us both with a smile. There was the fic I dug out because of you, and there is this fic which I wrote because of you. I'd also like to put out there, that once upon a time I had a wonderful friend and beta reader. She's not at my side anymore, so this has not been through a beta. Sometimes when a bridge burns, it leaves two people standing at opposite banks wondering what happened, other times it leaves one alone to stare across the ocean and wonder. This is also for her, though I know she'll never seek it. The Door I'm awakened to Mulder's groan. I bolt upright and out of my hotel bed. The connecting door is closed, but unlocked on both sides as usual. It's the nightmare again, I know it. It seems to never stop these days. It's been 9 months since we stumbled our way home from Antarctica. I don't know how long he was having them before he called me the first time. But my phone rang at 3:30 weeks after we'd returned to hear him sobbing and I had hushed him. He didn't tell me what it was, but his desire to hear my voice, and to know I was alive and well, was clear over the line. He continues to avoid what it is, but I know its something regarding me and a rather large fetal alien growing within my flesh. On our last case I had gone to him, to comfort him as he cried out. He'd only been comforted after flinging the lower buttons on my pajama top open, to reveal a perfectly normal looking stomach beneath. 'No jelly.' I'd promised. And now I can hear him moaning my name. Before I even know what I'm doing I fling open the doors and find him. Sitting there, awake and shocked on the edge of his bed. And, obviously awake in more than one way. Suddenly it becomes obvious to me why he's groaning with the look on his face, I know. He's coming. He can't stop at this point, too far gone. Can't stop staring despite the fact I've barged in. His hand pumping furiously. "Christ, Scullllleeeeeeee" He barks, his hips jerking as he shoots his load. It feels like I'm standing there forever, but in reality I know it can't be more than a few seconds. Frozen. I can't move. I've just watched Mulder come, my name on his lips. "Jesus, I'm sorry Scully." He whimpers as he pulls his boxers up off the floor and onto his body. I don't know what to say or do as I watch the event unfold. So, I do the only thing I know to do. I bolt. I make a v-line for the door and close it behind me. For good measure, I lock it. I stand there, leaning against it. My whole body shakes uncontrollably. What did Mulder just do?! My clinical brain moves at lightening speed, trying to rationalize that masturbation is normal. A good tension release and a good way to relax. I'm the closest female to him; no doubt it was my name. My emotional brain however is kicking and screaming. Mulder just came with my name on his lips. Same as I've done a hundred times at home over the last 5 years. With this my face flushes. I've never dared do it on the road, for this exact reason. Getting caught. There are times I almost bolt from the car when we return from a case. Simply because another moment in the same car as him may send me into spontaneous human combustion or a moaning pile of goo. He knocks gently on the door. I leap away from it, as if it had burned me. "Scully?" He calls. He doesn't try the door. He either heard it lock or wants to remain in the dark about its position. "What just happened there was completely inappropriate. But I'd appreciate if you talked to me about this, so I know where I stand." He sighs in fear. I hear him slide down the door. I take a step back towards the door. I want to hear what he has to say and yet I don't. I close the gap, and lean again the door with my forehead pressed to the faux wood. The coolness barely taking the edge off of my flush. "Mulder," I begin and I hear him sigh softly. "What just happened in there was a completely normal thing. The human body, especially the male human body gets itself worked up to a point where it needs that release. Masturbation is a normal thing." "I do have those videos after all right." His nervous voice shakes. "Yes, you do." I begin again, my stern Dr. Scully voice stops speaking. I turn and slid my back down the door. Knowing we now rest back to back through the door thrills me inside. "I'd much rather see you, ah, take matter into your own hands than go looking for some slut to fuck." As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. My face burns. I've said too much. "Scully." He quirks. "Ah, that's interesting." "Mulder do you know how often I do that?" I ask, my voice husky, as my blushing face fades into a burning ache in my belly. My hand slides along the silk of my pajamas, grazing my breast and causing the nipple beneath to grow taunt and hard. "Fuck sluts?" He laughs, I can sense he's trying to drag the conversation back to safety, I fear he's heard it in my voice. But suddenly I don't seem to care. "No Mulder, how often I touch myself." I confess. "Scully, geez. I'm not going to guess that. You'll either shoot me if I guess high or hate me for thinking you're inhuman." He confesses nervously. "Mulder, it's a lot." I sigh, my hand slips into my top and to give my bra-less breast a squeeze and I hum slightly. I know he must have heard me, when I hear his gasp. "Probably almost as much as you spend with those videos." "I don't watch most of those." He sighs. My hand lowers, loosening the tie on my waist band and slipping into my panties, my skin is burning already and I can feel the wetness pool. "Just a few of them." He risks. "Ooooh." I sigh, I hardly recognize my own voice it's so husky from lust. My fingers graze my clit and I can't contain the noise my throat makes. "Scullee." Mulder hisses through the door. "What are you doing?" He asks, his voice high with disbelief. "Mmmmm. God." I mumble. "I don't want to tell you." As my fingers flick my clit repeatedly. I could make this last for hours if I wanted. But I can also bring myself to climax in sheer moments when I do what my body wants me to. "Scully, you know those videos?" He sighs breathless. I have a feeling I know what's happening behind his side of the door, again. "Yeahhhhh." I moan, slipping my finger deep into my juices and spreading the fluids around up and over my bundled nerves. "The only ones I watch have red heads." He fesses. It's with that I plunge two fingers deep within myself and rhythmically rub my clit with my thumb. "Fuck. Mulder." I sigh "You have no idea what you do to me." "Sculllee." He whines "You're touching yourself aren't you?" "YES." I moan. "Oh. My. GOD. Mulder! I touch myself and think of you a lot." My breath heaving and panting, the white of my orgasm threatening to take over already. "Fuck." He mumbles hearing my voice and the sounds I'm making. "Ah Ah aaaah." I croon and then cry "I'm gonna come!" as the white stars explode over my eyes as ever muscle contracts within me. I pant for a long time against the door. Hearing nothing but quiet. "Mulder?" I ask. "Shh." He whispers. "If you say another word I don't think I can keep this door shut." I stand on wobbling legs. "Did you come again?" I ask. He groans. "Shhh" "Did you?" I demand of the door. "No." He whispers. I flick the lock. And I hear him bang his head against the door. Still sitting there, a massive erection straining, I can only imagine after what I'd seen briefly. "Get up and open the door." I hear him rise; I hear the door knob jiggle slightly. He's pausing and for a moment I become mortified. I've just come, I've just seen him come, and now he can't open the door? "Mulder." I urge. I hope the love, not just lust seeps through the door to him. "I'm not waiting for you any more." I pull the door towards myself and open it. He stands there, clad only in boxers, stunned. "I thought you'd want to let this go. That'd we'd be even." He sighs. Staring into my eyes. "Mulder." I croon. "This isn't about human nature or getting even." His eyes rake me in, from half opened top to loosened bottom. "You're just so fucking beautiful Scully." He whispers, finally crossing the threshold into my room. "I can't tell you how long..." "Mulder, I don't know when this happened." I will him to understand. "But one day I woke up and realized I loved you." He freezes. I've scared him, or perhaps taken him off guard. "Was it before the bee or after?" he asks tentatively. "It was before." I whisper, as his feet start to move again. "And if you tell me you don't feel that way, I don't think I'll live. You make me a whole person too, Mulder. I think you must love me too." I say weakly. "Don't you?" And it's that moment he reaches me. His lips crash into mine, his tongue begging for entrance to my mouth. The heat in my belly increases tenfold. My hands pretending to be Mulder hold no candle the real thing. His hands roam freely across my body, and it's when they come to rest on my breasts he gasps and jerks. It's only then I realize I've done that to him by grabbing at his swollen cock and freeing it from his boxers. "Jesus Scully." He moans and pushes me off him. "Scully, I do. I love you." He manages keeping me at arms length for only a moment. I realize he's watching me take in that he loves me. I let a small smile form at the edges of my mouth, letting him soak in his moment, before I grab him and shove him onto my bed. He scoots back until his back rests upon the mountain of pillows. I climb onto him straddling his body as I stay up on my knees. "What took us so long?" I whisper crushing my lips to his, slamming my lower half into his lap. Grinding my softness into his long thick bulge. His hands desperately work the buttons on my top; finally he's worked my breasts completely free, fabric still clinging to my arms. His hands touch my burning flesh and I arch into his palms. Moaning, as he bends to take a nipple into his mouth. I am so wet the moisture must be visible through both layers of fabric which still cover my lower half. It's at that moment in one swift motion Mulder rolls us, until he's on top. I groan as he presses into me. Desperately grabbing down at my pants, trying to free them, free myself to take him. Always a fast learner, he take the opportunity to rid me of the offending garments himself. It's only as I watch him climb back up that his cock will not be sliding into my softness quite yet. I gasp as he brings his lips to the inside of my thigh. I groan as he parts me, opening my legs to him. Any part of me who was ever angered for the sunflower hulls, forgives him instantly. That mouth can leave a trail of shells anywhere, if it insures his tongue and teeth stay this well... educated. He licks me leisurely for a few moments, before focusing his attention on my clit. His tongue flicks of the bud so quickly and rhythmically I'm actually stunned when I find myself already on the brink. "Mulder, Mulllder." I moan, threading my fingers through his hair, gently trying to tell him I'm about to slip over the edge. "Jesus, Mulder, I'm coming." I gasp. If I thought the orgasm I'd brought myself to earlier was good, this one seems to last and last. He milks it for all its worth, continuing with the pressure which stretches my release almost to its breaking point. When my inner muscles have stopped spasming, he gives me one more slow lick before sliding up to meet my face. "Scully." He breathes, his words almost a prayer. "Tell me I'm not dreaming?" "Mulder, you're not." I moan as he slides home. He fills me so fully so perfectly. "Even with earlier," He sighs into my hair, "This is not going to take long." With that I met his gaze, my eyes tell him it doesn't matter. "This is quite possibly the best...." My breath is lost as he pulls from me and swiftly reenters. "Fuck." I moan, the previous train of thought lost. "You okay?" He asks concerned, body stilled again, worried he's broken me I'm sure. I stare into the depths of his eyes, telling him it's alright. "Mulder, it's quite possible I may come again if you don't even move." I confess and with that, his flood gates open. "Jeezus Scully." He moans as he begins to pound me. "Yesyesyesyesyesss." I hiss as I come, my clenching muscles drag him along as he swells within me. Together we collapse upon the hotel bed and when he rolls off and out of me, we both groan in protest. "Scully." The way he says my name is so much more than a whisper. It's a prayer and an iloveyou all rolled into one giant ball of emotion. As I snuggle deep into the crook of his shoulder he strokes small circles into my back. "This changes everything." I whisper and his finger stills, frozen in fear, so I quickly add. "I don't know where we go from here, but I don't want to go back." It's with these last words Mulder's finger resumes the circles, though slower, softer and obviously expressing his exhaustion. "Good." He murmurs trying to keep sleep at bay for a few moments longer. "I wanna do that again. A lot and for much longer." Mulder manages before sleep engulfs us both. "I'm all for trying again. Practice makes perfect." * * * Enjoy? Not? I appreciate feedback. Without it I may stop writing again.