From: "Donnilee" <donnilee@snet.net>
Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 15:58:15 -0400
Subject: RE:  "Double Whammie" by Donnilee
Source: direct

TITLE:              DOUBLE WHAMMEE
AUTHOR:         DONNILEE
E-MAIL:            DONNILEE@SNET.NET
WEB SITE:       http://donnilee.tripod.com
CATEGORY:     MSR - M/Sc/Sk - Sk/Other
RATING:           Extreme NC-17 (Some D/s and Bondage).
SPOILERS:       None.
SUMMARY:       Mulder and Scully continue to experiment with having a
new partner in the bedroom but an accident changes their priorities. 
Sixth story in the Dark Sex Series.
DEDICATION:    To all the girls that encouraged the continuation of this
series.  Thanks for all your encouragement.
WARNING:  This fic contains graphic depictions and descriptions of sex,
including BDSM, erotic pain, and D/s scenarios.  If this sort of thing
bothers you, you might want to read something else.  This is a
continuation of the Dark Sex Series, which includes:
Happy Birthday, Love
B is for Bondage
C is for Courage
Birthday Boy
Bound in Matrimony
THANKS:              I must give thanks to my beta reader, Sdani, once
again.  I pester her constantly, like she has nothing better to do than
read for me!  She's wonderful and never complains.  Thanks for all
your continuing support, for being my harshest critic and my biggest
cheerleader.  I Love you for it!
 
PART 1 (NC-17)
MULDER'S HOUSE
FALLS CHURCH, VA
THURSDAY EVENING - 6:00 PM
 
Six days.  
 
It had been six days since that incredible night and morning when two
incredibly sexy men had taken me.  My husband, whom I didn't think it
was possible to love any more than I did, proved me wrong again.  He
let another man share our passion and I found myself falling in love
with him all over again as he allowed me to experience this new
pleasure of having a second bed mate.  The second man was my boss,
Assistant Director Walter Skinner.
 
That's right.  The man was like a solid block of bulging muscles and
growling arousal.  And my favorite muscle of course, was his
enormously thick ten-inch cock.  He was only the second man to ever
give me multiple orgasms and only the second man to ever fuck me till
I passed out.
 
Mulder and he were so different physically.  However, they each had
their alluring qualities.  Mulder had outgrown the star struck
amazement of being able to touch me and fuck me whenever he pleased.  
This is not to say that he still wasn't in awe of the power of us
together.  Walter, on the other hand was still amazed that we
consented to this union.
 
Mulder was the Top in our D/s relationship and he'd slipped into the
role with alarming ease.  He was muscular but in a lanky, athletic
way, and his face could still fascinate me with its odd features that
somehow blended into a package of sexual appeal and earnest
quirkiness.  Walter had the body of a weight lifter; bulky and compact
muscles and he was two inches taller than Mulder, truly dwarfing me in
the size department.
 
Tomorrow.
 
He was coming again tomorrow.  Just the thought of it had me quivering
in anticipation each time I thought of the incredible heights of
pleasure these two men had taken me to.  I wanted it again.  It
couldn't happen soon enough.  The thought of it had me so worked up
that my hands were shaking as I took dinner out of the oven.  The ziti
casserole was finished and I set it on a hot plate.  Mulder would be
home any minute.
 
I thought back to the beginning and the odd way we entered our
alternative lifestyle.  Knowing my propensity for rough sex, I was a
little fearful of testing the limits.  But slowly, Mulder and I had
learned to know each other's limits. Many months of trial and error
had brought us to a place of comfort.  Mulder was definitely the
dominant one in this relationship.  At work, we are equals, but here
... he was all male and I was all female.  It was a welcome respite
from the guards and professionalism that I projected with tight
control while on the job.
 
He policed my desires with a strict eye towards safety and I was free
to let go and have someone else at the reins while I indulged my
darkest desires.
 
Here, I could just be a wife, a woman in love ... just be me.  And
that was never more apparent than when we were in the bedroom.  
Tonight was "date night".  We chose one night every two weeks to have
time together as husband and wife.  There was no role-playing, no pet
names that we used in D/s play.  Just me and him, being us, together
in an exciting marriage.
 
I was pregnant now, only three months, and not showing yet.  He was
worried about some of our rougher play and had already mentioned
curbing our activities until the baby was born.  I had hesitated but
only for a second.  I realized the wisdom of his decision.  It was
difficult though, having finally found the sexual freedom, love, and
trust to have to rein it in.  But as he pointed out, it wasn't as if
we were giving anything up for good, just for a while.  And returning
to it would be all the more exciting.  And I was no fool.  This baby
was a miracle and I would never do anything intentionally endanger it.  
But I wasn't even showing yet so the danger would be more palpable
once I began to have a belly to work around.
 
He'd run to the store to get some Parmesan cheese I'd forgotten.  I
heard his key in the front door and took a deep breath to try and
still my quivering nerves.  He appeared in the doorway to the kitchen.  
His dark blue Armani framed his lanky, muscular body, making his
shoulders look very broad and his waist very lean.  I actually felt
the sting of salivation in my mouth.
 
I blew air out of pursed lips and he smiled, an amused look on his
face. My eyes met his and I saw his widen with recognition.  He knew I
was aroused.  I could feel the heat in my own cheeks, the hot flush on
my chest.  I whimpered as I felt my womb cringe and my crotch flood
with wetness.  God, the sight of this man was all it took to make me
instantly ready.  Ready to be penetrated, impaled; ready to be fucked.
 
He set the bag in his hand down carefully on the counter and shrugged
out of his jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair.  His eyes
never left mine as he loosened and removed his tie and slowly
unbuttoned his light blue dress shirt, tugging it out of the waistband
of his pants.  That's what I liked about this man.  He never
hesitated.  Not when it came to intimacy between us.  He had this
philosophy to grab the opportunities when they presented themselves.  
Ordinary things like eating and sleeping could always be done later!
 
He had said that we wasted too many years denying ourselves intimacy
and comfort and he would never hesitate again.  Seize the moment was
definitely his philosophy when it came to our intimate relationship.  
Although we'd tamed down our fieldwork quite a bit, only going out on
very probable cases, forgetting the weak ones, our jobs were still
dangerous.  We knew that either one of us could be gone tomorrow.  We
were acutely aware of that fact.
 
I was panting by the time he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants,
letting them fall to the floor. He toed off his shoes and bent to
retrieve his pants along with his socks.  He laid everything carefully
over the back of the chair.  He hesitated for an instant, but then
shoved his boxers down, retrieving them as they fell to his ankles and
depositing them with the rest of his clothes on the kitchen chair.
 
His arms akimbo, his fists on his lean hips, he watched me, his head
tilting slightly to one side.  I was fully dressed and he was
completely naked.  Yet, he was surely the one in control even when we
weren't playing.  I was still on the fairly submissive side although I
was quicker to ask for what I wanted, or to reach for it!  I took a
tentative step toward him and felt the weakness in my limbs.  I looked
down and licked my lips at the sight of his erection, standing tall
and proud and reaching toward me as though anxious for contact.
 
He shook his head slightly and I froze.  He hadn't said anything yet.  
He nodded at me as I raised my hands to my blouse and I knew he wanted
me to strip.  He nodded again in encouragement as I followed his lead
and slowly removed all my clothing.  I stood, shivering slightly as
his gaze slid over my body.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
I stared at her, still astonished by how beautiful she was and equally
astonished at how quickly she became excited.  I liked to think that
just the sight of me did it to her but I knew better.  We hadn't said
much about our adventure last weekend with our boss, but I knew we'd
both been thinking about it all week.  It was Thursday and we'd made a
date for tomorrow night again.  We'd wanted the week to think things
over and give him a chance to do the same.  Tonight was date night.  
Time to be together, have dinner, and be a loving man and wife, with
no play to interfere.  It kept us grounded and was probably one of the
better decisions we'd made since becoming involved.
 
None of us had decided to back out of our arrangement in the week that
had followed.  So Fridays were going to be the nights we got together
with our new ... bedmate?  I wasn't exactly sure what to call him.  
Lover didn't sound right since I wasn't engaging in activities with
him, per se.  I was letting him share my wife's charms.  I just never
knew what was going to happen once the gates were open.  We chose
Fridays mainly because the work week was over, Walter could spend the
night, and none of us had to go to work Saturday unless there was an
emergency or we were away on a case.  I knew Scully couldn't wait.
 
I was amazed at the lack of jealousy within me.  I kept waiting for
that spark of fear and rage, but it never came.  I realized at some
point that I was finally convinced that Dana Katherine Scully was in
love with me, and only me.  And I wanted her to experience all the
happiness and pleasure that life had to hold.  Making her happy made
me happy, regardless of whether another person was involved or not.  
That didn't exclude me; it just upped the stakes and the potential for
incredible sexual gratification.
 
I let her wait a bit longer in anticipation, knowing what that did to
her.  I stared at her sex.  Her labia were red and bulging with blood.  
I watched as a drop of her arousal gave up the fight and fell from her
gurgling cunt.  I felt the air leave my lungs and my cock twitch with
anticipation.
 
My voice was ragged and rusty when I said, "Come here".
 
She didn't hesitate but flew across the room, launching herself into
my arms.  I caught her tiny body easily and she literally climbed up
my torso, her legs coming around my hips swiftly.  She squirmed trying
to impale herself on my cock.  I pulled her roughly against my chest
to stop her squirming and shook my head in the negative.  She went
still instantly and I felt that rush I always got when she obeyed me
without question.  I turned and stepped into the kitchen, turning
again and pressing her against the wall.  Her ass was wiggling again
and I clamped my hands over her firm globes.  I pressed her to the
wall, stilling her again.
 
Her eyes begged me for satisfaction and she was whining like an
excited puppy, trembling in my arms as her lips came down and sucked
harshly on the tendon in my throat.  I groaned and thrust against her
belly.  She pulled back and looked down at my cock, which was at full
mast and trapped between us.  She licked her lips and they may as well
have been wrapped around my sex.  My cock twitched and strained up
toward the ceiling, becoming unbearably hard as my skin stretched to
the limit.
 
I lifted her buttocks and placed her dripping slit over my cockhead.  
The big, blunt tip penetrated her snug muscle and then I loosened my
grip.  Her body weight sank her down on my towering erection.  She
sighed loudly in relief and I felt wetness ooze out around our joining
and dribble down our thighs.
 
She wriggled against me again and I could feel her greedy cunt
simmering around my cockshaft, grasping at me with a thousand tiny
muscles.  I'd just entered her and she was ready to orgasm.
 
Unfuckingbelievable.
 
I lost it and began slamming her against the wall.  She'd slid up and
as I withdrew her back would slide down and I'd ram into her again,
thrusting up and shoving her body up the wall as I buried my aching
cock inside her wet, hot walls.  My forearms came down on the wall,
her armpits hanging over my elbows.
 
She was yelping and whining. I grunted with the effort and was
rewarded. Five strokes was all it took and I felt her ass cheeks
clench as her exquisite body rose off my pelvis, tilting her hips
forward, her body swallowing my raging shaft again.  Her mouth hung
open on a silent scream of ecstasy.  I was still in awe that I could
make this beautiful, brilliant woman mindless with pleasure.
 
Her arms clutched at my shoulders as her orgasm began.  Her quivering
voice chanted, "Ohfuckme, fuckme, fuckme, fuckme, Ohfuckme, fuckme,
fuckme."
 
Never one to deny the lady, I fucked her.  For the next five minutes,
I rammed inside her until I felt my legs shaking with the strain and
my breathing was becoming too harsh.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
He was nailing me to the wall with incredible force.  I was vaguely
aware of the feeling of my skin scraping against the wall with every
hard thrust, but I didn't care.  He surrounded me as his great cock
surged in and out of my small body.  My eyes rolled back in my head
and I felt my entire body begin to tingle, the rush of blood in my
ears drowning out everything around me.
 
I was vaguely aware of babbling, but mostly just amazed at how well he
did this, time after time.  My body reacted to him in a way that it
had to no other man in my life.  I thought about sex with Mulder and
it was as if a switch were flipped.  All systems go.  I could no
longer be called back by strategic air command.  My pulse was up, my
blood was singing, my hair was electrified, and my crotch was burbling
with excitement.  Just like that.
 
I couldn't think of any feeling better than his hard beast of a cock
filling me to the brim as he slammed into me like a jackhammer; except
maybe two cocks filling me to the brim as they slammed into me like a
jackhammer.  I watched the exquisite grimace on his face as his
arousal crept towards its inevitable conclusion.  He was a beautiful
man and never more so than when he was in throes of passion.  There
were no walls between us and all the love, respect, lust and awe was
in his face every time I watched him come undone from being inside me.
 
This connection, this feeling of two bodies becoming one was something
I could never share with Walter or any man.  Therein lied the
difference.  Our connection wasn't just physical, it was mental and
spiritual, and we were literally two halves of a whole.  I did
occasionally regret all the time I'd spent closing myself off from
this.  It was almost funny that at one time, I was afraid that Mulder
would hurt me if we were to get involved.  I was afraid the work would
be more important.  I knew differently now.  A particularly hard
thrust jarred me out of my musings.
 
We both shouted and my over sensitized tunnel spasmed around him a
second time.  My back arched as much as the wall would allow as I
clung to his broad shoulders, feeling the pleasure wash over me like a
tidal wave.  I was babbling, "Oh fuck me, you fuck me so good, come
for me, want to feel you come inside me.  Oh God!  Fill me up, Baby!
Let go!"
 
I hadn't fully recovered yet as the aftershocks rocked my frame, but I
did open my eyes.
 
I was just in time to see the agony of his wrenching climax shoot
through him.  So much for gentle, loving sex on date night!  I
couldn't bring myself to be disappointed.  I was like an addict and
Mulder was my fix.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
I shouted from somewhere deep in my throat as I felt my balls blowing.  
"Aaahhh, fffuuuccckkk, Ssccuullyyy!  Aaaaawwwwww!  I lloovvee yyoouu!"  
I roared as I filled her boiling cunt to the brim with my hot juices.  
I collapsed against her, feeling her body slide down the wall and away
from mine.
 
She stood on tiptoes as I backed away slowly.  Her arms wrapped around
my waist, holding herself upright.  We panted in each other's ears as
we came down.  After a minute or so, I raised my face to hers and
smiled gently at her.  "Looking forward to tomorrow, are we, Scully?"
 
She grinned like a Cheshire cat but didn't answer me.  "Hungry?"
 
I inhaled, now smelling the wonderful smell of spaghetti sauce and
cheese for the first time.  "Yeah, I'm hungry all right," I replied,
my double meaning not lost on my quick partner.
 
She grinned again and stood up straight.  "Let me get dressed."
 
"Naw, let's eat naked."
 
"You are incorrigible," she replied.
 
"M ... me?" I stuttered.  "Why the nerve, ..." I began.
 
She punched me gently in the shoulder and said, "It's ready, let's
eat."
 
"What do you have for dessert?" I asked as I straightened up and
reached for my boxers. 
 
She held her panties in her hand, looked down at her crotch, and tilted
it toward me.  She looked up, raising an eyebrow in question.  I
guffawed and pulled my boxers up, snapping the elastic around my waist. 
 
 
"I might take you up on that," I said as she wiped herself with a
dishtowel and tossed another one to me.  She pulled her panties on, and
slipped her sport bra over her head.
 
We sat down like that in our underwear and ate quietly, throwing
lascivious and amused glances at one another.
 
Once our bellies were full, I intended to take her into the bedroom and
see if we couldn't work off some more of our sexual tension.  Christ,
sometimes it was nearly constant.  I wasn't complaining though.  I
loved her spontaneity.  I adored that she would let me take her anytime,
anyplace practically.  I'd been surprised by that early on, expecting
her to be reserved sexually as she was in her professional life.  
 
I don't think I'd ever been so wrong about anything in my entire
life, and I'd been wrong plenty of times.   
 
Maybe I'd take her in the Jacuzzi tub.  I found myself looking forward
to tomorrow almost as much as she was.  Was that possible?  I don't
know, but I knew I couldn't wait to see her taken again by that
gigantic tool.  There was something so exciting to me about seeing her
towered over by his gigantic body.  I knew how it made me feel and I
knew it had the same effect on him.  He was much bigger and broader than
me.  Scully looked like a china doll beneath him.  I knew she wasn't
fragile though.  I knew she wouldn't break.  I shivered as the image
of his fat rubbery knob splitting her tiny slit flashed across my mind. 
Watching that horse cock lay her open had been one of the most exciting
sights I'd ever seen.
 
I opened my eyes to see her staring at me with a quirky smile on her
face.  "Sure you want to wait until tomorrow?"
 
"Don't start that now, Scully.  We agreed."
 
She smiled.  "I know, I was just teasing."
 
XXXXXXXXXX
MULDERS HIDE-A-WAY
FALLS CHURCH, VA
FRIDAY EVENING
 
The time was finally here.  I heard his tentative knock on the front
door and moved to open it.  I'd left Scully tied in the Hide-A-Way,
strapped into the swing that hung from the ceiling.  She was gloriously
naked and blindfolded.
 
I knew Walter was going to be out of his mind with anticipation.  Who
wouldn't be?  Scully and I had agreed beforehand to let him just take
her first.  I'd already made love to her about an hour ago to take my
own edge off.  I'd showered and gotten into my robe and then got her
set up.
 
Walter smiled at me as I opened the door.  I waved him in and closed and
locked the door behind him.  He was wearing sweatpants and a muscle
shirt, no socks and boat shoes.  Easy on, easy off, I thought.  Good
move.
 
"Is everything still O.K.?" he asked.  I could tell he was still
nervous.
 
I smiled broadly at him.  "Why don't we go downstairs and find out. 
She's waiting for you."
 
"Waiting for me?" he asked, swallowing harshly.
 
"I got her ready for you.  We decided that you get her first."
 
"Oh God," he murmured, his chest already beginning to expand in
quick breaths as his arousal began. 
 
"Let's go."
 
I headed for the basement door and he followed without another word.
 
We entered the Hide-A-Way and I glanced at Scully.  She was hanging
docilely in the swing, her legs together, ankles crossed, her hands
bound above her head.  The straps held her thighs firmly so she didn't
need to strain to stay upright.
 
I heard Walter gasp at the sight of her, her arched back throwing her
puckered nipples nearly straight up into the air.
 
I slipped off my robe and tossed it onto the bed as I made my way to
her.  I slipped behind her and wrapped my hands around her torso from
behind.  My hands slid up to cup her breasts.  They were firm and taut
and ready.  Walter was shedding his clothes quickly.  "Are you still
sure?" he asked again.
 
"This one is for you, Walter," Scully said softly.  "We already
made love earlier.  You get to do anything you want as long as I stay in
this swing.  Go ahead and take the edge off."
 
He actually whimpered.  I raised my eyebrows, looking at him over her
head as my fingers gripped her nipples in a punishing grip.  She cried
out as I tugged viciously on her hardened nubs, watching them stretch
more and more with every tight pull.  In no time, they were standing out
a half an inch.
 
Walter had walked away briefly but returned with nipple clamps.  He
looked at me for approval and I smiled at him, nodding.  I dipped my
head to her ear.  "Nipple Clamps, Doll."
 
She whimpered and arched her back, forcing her mounds into my palms. 
The use of her pet name now automatically triggered a response in her. 
I chuckled at her reaction.  Walter's hand replaced one of mine as he
pinched her nipple as he stood in front of her.
 
"Awwww, yeah!" she cried out as he attached the first one.  Her
nipple flushed a bright red, engorged with blood.  She panted and a fine
sheen of sweat broke out on her upper lip.
 
I cupped her breast gently, squeezing her flesh to increase the bite of
the clamp.  "Oh Fuck!" she muttered and I saw her thighs quiver,
knowing her crotch was gushing with the juice of her arousal.  Walter
moved to the other breast and repeated his move.  
 
"Oh man," he muttered, as they were both in place.  "I've been
waiting all week for this."  I backed away from her and let his hands
replace mine.  He was not gentle.  I could see his arousal had washed
away the last of his hesitation.  He was totally fixated on Scully.  She
could feel and hear him, but she was blindfolded and didn't know what
was coming next.
 
"I kept seeing these nipple clamps and remembering how they made your
little pussy boil over when Mulder used them on you."
 
One hand reached down and she yelped as he jerked her legs wide apart. 
He didn't even have to check to see if she was ready.  We could both
see the fluids leaking out of her, shining on her spread thighs.  He
murmured, "I've got blue balls from being hard all day."
 
He took his massive tool and pressed the plum sized head against her
tight entrance.  His hands gripped her waist.  He was still for about a
minute, letting the tension build.  She whimpered in anticipation.  His
thumb reached out and raked over her distended nipples, she cried out
"Oh God!"
 
I whispered in her ear, "Oh Doll, his cock head is turning purple
it's so hard and full of blood, just for you."
 
Scully's breaths were wavering as she breathed deeply and let the
clamps bite into her nipples.  "Ohhhhwwww, it hurts, so good," she
moaned after a particularly deep breath.  "Oh Walter, please!"
 
That was the end of Walter's control and he grabbed her hips and
shoved his cock into her slit, forcing her lips to fold in and back. 
Scully yelped, "Aaahhhh!"
 
He stopped.  He was only half way in with that one stroke and despite
her readiness it was a tight fit.  He was half again as thick as I was
and I was no slouch.  The sight of her lips folded in made it look like
he was forcing his enormous rod into her cunt and I moaned, no longer
able to keep from touching myself.  She'd nearly shaved herself,
leaving only a small triangle of hair on her mound.  You could see
everything perfectly.
 
I knew how much my voice excited Scully so I decided to talk to her and
tell her what I saw.  The imagination is often better than seeing the
reality.  Although in this case, it might be a draw for me.  I stroked
myself as I talked in her ear.
 
"Oh Doll.  He's so big he's folded your lips inside.  Looks like
he can't fit.  Just when I think he can't spread you further, ...
God, Doll, his pole looks so good, fuck me, he's spreading you even
wider."
 
She whimpered.
 
He shoved harder, with steady pressure and watched himself sink into her
hole.  His lips curled back against his teeth as he enjoyed the pleasure
of her tight folds.  
 
I stepped behind her again and cupped her breasts.  "Your little
tunnel is spread so wide, Doll.  Oh man, it looks close to splitting
wide open.  Doesn't look like it can spread any further.  How does it
feel, Scully?"
 
"Soooo gooood, Lover.  He stuffs me so full.  Awww, Walter, please
fuck me."  I wasn't immune to her using my pet name either as I felt
another rush of arousal that stiffened me to the point where my shaft
began to throb and ache.
 
"You're going to get fucked all right," he said.  "Just a little
more."
 
"More?" she squeaked.
 
"Oh yeah, baby, at least three more inches," I informed her.
 
She lost her restraint and patience and cried out, "Fuck me, Walter. 
Jesus, do it!  Hurt me with it!  Take me hard!"
 
He didn't hesitate this time.  She wailed as he pulled his giant rod
back till just his enormous head was inside and slammed into her again,
forcing another inch deeper into her.  He leaned forward and mashed his
mouth down over hers, grunting as he lunged forward, jerking his hips,
once, twice, three times, until he was almost imbedded inside her.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
I screamed.
 
I couldn't help it as my body shook from the forceful penetration.  He
held still for a second or two once fully inside me.  Then his mouth
covered mine and I could barely breath.  He began slamming his gigantic
organ in and out of my unbearably stretched cunt.  I heard Mulder cooing
in my ear and then giving Walter encouragement.
 
"That's it, Walt, this is all for you.  Don't worry about her
pleasure.  Just use her for yours.  Use my Baby Doll.  Make her sore. 
Stretch her wide open with that monster prick.    Just fuck her hard and
fast until your balls blow."
 
"Ahhhh," he cried out.  He grunted in between violent thrusts. 
"Nothing ... better ... than your ... little, tiny pussy ... wrapped
around me ...  so fucking tight.  You were ... made for this, Scully ...
to be fucked ... and fucked ... and fucked! ... Almost there!  I want to
press ... my aching balls ... into your little ... juicy hole!"
 
I couldn't believe it.  Almost there!  He wasn't all the way in? I
was sure he had been.  I couldn't see!  I felt a moment of panic, but
then Mulder's hand squeezed my breasts, making the clamps torture my
burning nipples.  Streaks of burning pain raced down from my nipples and
spread hot warmth through my guts.  Mulder wouldn't let anything bad
happen to me.  I relaxed in my restraints.
 
Walter's meaty hands gripped the top of my pelvis and yanked me
forcefully toward him as he threw his large body toward me, driving his
cock deep into my belly.   I felt him hit something way up inside me. 
He was forced way up my cunt pipe, making it feel bloated as the muscles
strained to the limit, burning with the stretch of the tender muscles. 
He was stretching my cervix with every heavy blow of his wide cock head,
causing a sharp cringe of slight pain with every thrust.
 
"Oh Jesus!  You're going to take all of me again.   I'm gonna take
your inner cherry, Scully.  I've got to have it."
 
My inner cherry?  Huh?  I didn't have long to think about it.  He
pulled back and rammed into me with incredible speed.  Then I felt it;
he hit my battered cervix with brutal force.  It spasmed and then
blossomed with aching warmth, the pain spearing through me as I felt him
push through into my womb.  I could actually feel his enormous cock
growing even longer and thicker within me with every pulse.  I screamed.
 
Walter shouted, "Shit, Yeah!  I'm so deep! Oh God!  You're so
small!  OhmyfuckingGod, I feelsofuckinghuge!  I love feeling like a
giant.    I'm so hard.  Oh shit, mycockhurts, mycockhurtssofucking
good!"
 
I heard Mulder moan and step away from me. My torso swayed slightly in
the swing without his support.  My arms were bound over my head. 
Walter's grip on my hips preventing me from swinging, but my head
flopped back.  I felt one of his arms snake around my body, anchoring me
to his solid stomach muscles that flexed with effort as he used his hips
to drive himself in and out of me.  This made his pubic bone roll over
my clit.
 
My stretched walls were squeezing his dick.  He leaned in and lapped at
my tortured nipple and I felt my climax sear through me like hot, white
lightening, all my nerve endings crying out at the same time.  "Ahh,
it hurts!  So good, oh you make me come so hard!  More!  Don't stop. 
Oh yes, Walter!  You make it hurt so good!"  I was babbling like I was
out of mind.  I was, out of mind with pleasure.
 
I felt his hands leave my hips and a second later, they landed on the
side of my breasts, gripping hard enough to leave bruises and mashing
them together from the sides.  The clamps bit into my flesh, the
sensation getting past the numbness that now resided in my nipples.  I
cried out as another peak hit me the same time as the pain in my
breasts.
 
Mulder was suddenly there again, yanking, pulling a strap, and lifting
my legs higher and wider until they were in my armpits.  His erection
was pressed between my butt cheeks and he enjoyed the rocking of my body
against him as Walter continued his unrelenting assault on my body. 
 
Walter sucked and chewed on my lips, squeezing my breasts, his thrusting
never stopping.  The rhythmic gripping of my breasts sent knifing pain
into my nipples.  My stretched walls spasmed with each squeeze of his
hands as he thrust inside.
 
He lifted away from me and I could feel his panting breath on my face. 
He muttered into my mouth, "So sexy, you're so god damned sexy,
Scully.  You make me burn for you.  Keep coming for me.  Love to make
you come, feel you squeeze me so tight with your little pussy."
 
I was helpless and sinking into pure sensation.  He continued to hump
me, as his sweat dripped onto my body.  I moaned helplessly under his
assault, awash in a sea of sensation as my body shuddered with one
continuous climax.  This was supposed to be all for him, but I'd come
twice already anyway.  He was still babbling.  "Gonna make your cherry
come on my cock."
 
He plunged to the bottom of my tunnel.  I could feel my flesh straining
around his hot hardness.  He pushed through my cervix into my womb
again.  He ground into me, not retreating.  "I'm gonna pump you so
full!  I'm gonna empty my balls right into your belly.  Oh here it
comes, beautiful!"
 
"Oh yes!  Don't stop.  Oh Jesus, it hurts so good!"
 
He rocked into me, pushing deep, pulled back to stretch the membrane as
he met the resistance as he backed out.  He would rock back in before he
could slide past the muscle and out of my womb.  I screamed again with
the pleasure/pain, as my body convulsed in hard, jerking spasms from the
most incredible orgasm.  I was having a cervical climax.   I'd had
them before, but they were uncommon, and I'd never experienced one
with a cock holding my entrance open.  The pleasure was blinding as my
cervix convulsed in hard waves that bordered on being painful.
 
 Finally, he bellowed, "Ohhh, Chhhrrriiisssstttt!"
 
I felt his cock throb and his hot cum squirt with incredible force up
inside me.  He ground his pubic bone against my clit and I shouted out
and tossed my head as another sharp, quick, climax snapped through my
body hard on the heels of the other, which was still in motion.  My
cervix was clamping down on his cock like a vice as he ejaculated
directly into my womb.  His grinding hips crushed my clit and made my
vagina convulse around his enormous shaft.  I was having two different
kinds of climaxes at the same time.
 
"More?!" he asked through clenched teeth.
 
I chanted, "More, more, more!"
 
He ground his hips into me as he swiveled them.  In a quick move that I
didn't anticipate, he released both nipple clamps.  Blood rushed into
the numb tips, hot and stinging pain knifing through my breasts. 
"Aaawww Damn, it hurts!  Oh God!" I screamed.  Oh God, it hurt.  I
didn't think I could take it.  
 
But my twat reacted instantly to the wonderful rush of pain and gripped
him even harder as another round of clenching spasms shook my womb and
vagina.  The pain in my breasts shot straight to my core.  I blacked out
for a second but came to instantly, and he shouted again, "Oh Yeah!
Take it all, squeeze it out of me.  Milk me dry with your little pussy!
Oh so good!"
 
His thrusts became shorter, jerky, and clumsy and finally as he flexed
his hips against mine, he let some of his weight rest on my chest.  I
knew he wasn't collapsing entirely, even though the swing would have
been able to take the weight.  I was grateful as my breaths burned in
and out of my lungs from the workout.  I'd barely moved and yet felt
as though I'd run a marathon.  
 
He stood straight up gingerly and very slowly backed out of my now
gaping vagina.  I felt a mouth lap at me gently, soothing my tortured
buds and knew it wasn't Mulder.  It was Walter.  I shivered and then
hung limply in my restraints.
 
I felt Mulder gently remove the blindfold and smooth my sweaty hair away
from my forehead and tuck it behind my ears.  I smiled up at him as he
gently removed each of the straps.
 
My legs slid to the floor, pins and needles causing me to gasp as my
feet made contact with the floor. My arms were released and I felt my
body sway as blood rushed from my head into my legs.  Mulder was
instantly there, supporting my body.  Walter was peering at me with a
look of awe on his face.
 
"I still feel like I must be dreaming," he murmured.  "I've
never had such incredible sex as I've had with you."
 
Mulder smiled.  "Let's all get comfortable on the bed, I think your
legs are a little wobbly, aren't they, Doll?"
 
"Yeah, Lover," I breathed out and took a tentative step, collapsing
onto the bed. 
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
Mulder walked away and returned with the box of baby wipes that we
always kept handy along with washcloths and towels.  He gently cleaned
me up as I lay down on my back.  I hissed at the soreness of my lips as
he grazed them with the wipe.  I glanced at Walter sitting next to me
and looking down at my face.  He frowned. 
 
"Did I hurt you?"
 
"Hurt me so good," I joked, and closed my eyes, humming as Mulder
continued his gentle ministrations.  I loved the sex, rough or not, but
this part was almost more intimate in many ways.  I loved having Mulder
take care of me.
 
I levered up onto my elbows and looked at Mulder as he stood at the side
of bed and turned away to throw away the wipe and set the washcloth on
the sink in the corner.  He was still hard!  Oh my God, he hadn't
come.
 
"Lover, let me take care of you," I said softly as he turned to
return to the bed.  
 
He smiled.  "I'll be all right.   You rest for a few minutes."
 
He stood at the side of the bed again and I reached out, wrapping my
hand around him.  He bucked involuntarily and groaned.  "You're
close aren't you?"
I asked.
 
He nodded.  I glanced at Walter expecting him to be staring at me since
that's what he'd done through out last session and since he came in
here tonight.  I couldn't see him earlier but I could feel the intense
force of his regard as he'd taken me.  I'd known he was totally
focused on me.  Instead, his eyes were riveted on Mulder's throbbing
cock in my hand.
 
I smiled as a wicked thought crossed my mind.  Would they go for it? I
wondered.  I felt a ripple of excitement and realized I'd squeezed
Mulder's shaft when he moaned and bucked into me again.  I looked up
and met his eyes and then looked at Walter.
 
Very carefully and softly I asked, "Walter, do you want to take care
of it?"
 
"What?!" both men cried at the same time.
 
I shrugged looking sheepish.  "Sorry, just thought I'd ask."
 
Mulder shuddered and I watched his eyes close.  I looked back to Walter
and watched as his tongue snaked out of lick his lips.  I didn't move.
 Walter croaked, "I want to watch you suck him.  You are such an
incredible cocksucker."
 
The words should have insulted me, but in my current state of post
orgasmic bliss, I preened under his compliment, flashing him a wide
smile filled with false modesty.  He returned my smile.  "Doll?"
Mulder croaked as his cock twitched in my hand.  "Now, Doll," he
growled.
 
I smiled and leaned forward, flicking my tongue over his head and
lapping up the precum.  "Oh shit," he muttered.
 
"Lay down, Lover."  
 
He obeyed without question.  It wasn't often I gave him a command, but
he usually gave in when I did.  He crawled onto the bed, his heavy sex
swaying between his legs.
 
He lay back with a sigh and I knelt beside him.  Walter was on the other
side, lying on his side, head in hand, elbow supporting the weight.  He
watched without moving.  Only his eyes flickered from Mulder's
tormented face to his cock, which I now had in my hand again.
 
I looked him in the eye and I could see the desire there.  I glanced at
his waist and saw him beginning to harden again.  He wanted to join in
but he was unsure of intruding at this point.  I noticed that he always
waited for permission from Mulder.
 
 I leaned over and covered the head of his shaft.  I licked him and
sucked gently. He moaned again his eyes closed.  I cupped his balls and
slid my mouth over him, moving up and down in a gentle rhythm.  He
sighed deeply, enjoying the sensations.  My mouth was barely putting any
pressure him.
 
I sucked a little harder and he groaned.  I lifted my mouth up and took
him in hand, stroking gently.  His eyes popped open and he looked at me,
his eyes questioning.
 
"Relax, Baby."  
 
His head flopped back onto the pillow and he closed his eyes, his hips
beginning to flex up and down in time with my strokes.  I looked at
Walter meaningfully, then at Mulder's cock, then back to Walter.   I
said, "Lover, do you want to take me from behind?"
 
His eyes popped open and he panted harshly.  
 
"Wanna fuck my ass?"
 
He nodded his head curtly.  I moved out of the way as he maneuvered
behind me.  I came up on all fours and motioned for Walter to come
around in front of me.  He immediately looked at Mulder.  I couldn't
see, but obviously he must have nodded at him because Walter scrambled
across the bed and arranged himself so that he was leaning against the
headboard, with a couple of pillows behind his back.  I moved up and
straddled his bulky thighs.
 
I reached out and took him in my hand, feeling him grow harder by the
second.  I leaned down and licked at his pre-ejaculate on the swollen
head of his cock and he sighed deeply.  Mulder was busy using my own
natural lubrication to moisten and probe my rear end.  I groaned just as
I wrapped my mouth around the head of Walter's shaft.  It was his turn
to moan and I heard Mulder ask quietly.  "You ready, Doll?"
 
I lifted enough to say, "Yes, Lover."
 
His hands gripped my cheeks, spreading them wide as he pressed gently
against my tightened muscle.  I felt it spasm and let loose as he slowly
sank inside me.  My moaning vibrations washed over the shaft in my mouth
and I felt Walter harden and lengthen against my tongue.  He was fully
erect now and it was an awesome sight.
 
Mulder was not being rough, exceptionally gentle in fact, maybe to
counteract the brutal fucking I'd just endured, even though he was in
the other hole.  I was glad actually as my vagina was sore and I could
still feeling it stinging from the earlier intrusion.  Mulder thrust
gently but deeply and I heard his breathing increase, his hands moving
to my waist.  He was taking his time, drawing out the moment.  I knew he
was close and so didn't tighten my muscles.  I wanted to enjoy begin
with both of them for a little longer.
 
Walter's hands came down to brush my shoulders and then to gently push
the hair back from my face so he could see what was going on.  He moaned
softly, "Feels so good, Scully.  Oh, yes, blow me with that beautiful
mouth. God, you are so sexy.  Please, suck me, oh suck me hard!"
 
"Mmmmm," the only response I could muster.  I hollowed my cheeks as
I increased the suction on his swollen shaft.
 
I felt Mulder speed up a little but he was still being pretty slow and
gentle, more like rocking into me than thrusting but I could feel him
harden a little more.  He groaned, "Oh, I'm not gonna last, Doll. 
You'll have to make yourself come."
 
I lifted off Walter's towering erection and muttered, "It's all
right, Lover, come for me."  Even though Mulder's desires were always
satisfied when we played, he liked to make me come.  He didn't like to
leave me hanging, so to speak.  I could hear the regret mingled with the
excitement in his voice.
 
I descended again and sucked hard, knowing Mulder was only a couple of
strokes away from completion and wanting us to come together.  I took my
weight on one arm and reached down with the other to swipe over my clit.
 A slow release waved through my tunnel and backside, tightening my
muscles around Mulder's cock.  He jerked, groaned once and I felt the
hot, spreading warmth of his cum filling my rear entrance.
 
Walter was still hard but I could tell he was close.  In this position I
couldn't deep throat him but was taking all I could.  Mulder simply
held still inside me as I reached up and cupped his balls, rolling them
through my fingers gently.  That was all it took and he bucked into my
mouth, breathing out, "Oh Yeah!  Suck me dry!"
 
Four long, slow ejaculations later, I felt him soften on my tongue and I
licked him clean.  Mulder grunted and slowly backed out of me, massaging
my rear cheeks to close my now stretched muscles.
 
I collapsed onto the bed with what I imagined was a goofy expression. 
They were both smiling down at me.  I was suddenly ravenous and asked,
"Anybody hungry?"
 
They nodded.  Mulder said, "Let's get cleaned up and see what we can
find in the kitchen."
 
We all put on robes and made our way up the stairs to the bigger
bathroom to clean up.  I hissed when I wiped myself and wondered at the
soreness, thinking it was worse than last time.  I might have to have
him use some KY jelly next time.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
We cleaned up and headed for the kitchen.  Scully had beat us there and
I'd heard the refrigerator open and close a second ago.
 
I entered the kitchen with Walter on my heels and stopped dead in my
tracks.  The bottom was about to drop out of my world.  Scully was
holding her robe aside from her legs.  With a detached expression, she
looked up at me calmly and said, "I'm bleeding."
 


PART 2 (R)
FALLS CHURCH MEDICAL CENTER
FALLS CHURCH, VA
FRIDAY EVENING - 10:00 PM
 
I sat with my head in my hands in the waiting room as I listened to
Walter pace, wearing a hole in the dingy indoor/outdoor carpeting that
covered the cement floors of the ER waiting room.  We'd rushed her to
the hospital, not bothering with calling an ambulance. 
 
She insisted that she was not in any pain, but I both Walter and I
panicked anyway.  I'd called her OB/GYN by cell phone in route and she
had been waiting for us when Walter peeled into the ER parking lot,
practically on two wheels.
 
I'd picked her up and baby carried her into the ER, as Dr. Linda
Fischbein met us with a stretcher.  She was pushed into an examining
room.  We were pushed out of the room by two, burly orderlies who said
we couldn't be there for the exam, maybe later.
 
Walter stopped pacing and I responded to the sudden absence of sound.  I
looked up at him with what I knew was a haunted expression.  He opened
his mouth and closed it again.  Then he took a deep breath and said in a
rush, "Mulder, if she loses this baby, I'll stand on the firing
range and let you put a bullet in my head."
 
His mouth quivered with disgust and self-loathing and he couldn't meet
my eyes.  I croaked out around the lump in my throat.  "It's not
your fault.  She trusts me to protect her in those situations when
she's out of her mind and I didn't do it.  I got caught up too.  I
have to be more aware.  We talked about this, curbing the rough stuff. 
We didn't think she was in any danger for another month or so though. 
She shouldn't have been.  I don't know what happened."
 
"I'll never forgive myself, Mulder."
 
"Neither will I," I rejoined, looking at the floor.  "But we
don't know yet."
 
"No, we don't know yet," he said quietly.  After a pause he said,
"I hate not knowing."
 
I looked up again, feeling the sting of tears.  "We want this so much,
God!  How could I be so stupid!  She CAN'T lose this baby.  It will
destroy her!  Christ, it will destroy me ..."
 
I felt his meaty hand come down on my shoulder and I flinched
involuntarily.  He let go and backed off a step.  "I'm sorry," I
whispered.  "It's not you.  I know you're trying to ... be
comforting.  But I just can't have you touch me right now."
 
He nodded, understanding.  "Mulder, I need to tell you something."
 
I looked up, not really wanting to hear it.  "What?  Can it wait?"
 
He shook his head. "No, I don't want you blaming yourself if this
goes ... badly."
 
"I don't understand."
 
"I know.  Did you know what I meant when I said I was going to ...
take her ... uh ... inner cherry?"
 
I scrunched my brow, vaguely remembering that.  "Yeah, I think so.  It
didn't really register with me at the moment what you were going to
do, but I know what it means if that's what you're asking."
 
He nodded.  "I pushed inside, Mulder," he said quietly.
 
I just stared at him, not trusting myself to speak at that moment as I
felt rage well up within me.  I was angry at him, at Scully, at the
whole situation, but mostly at myself for not being more careful and
insisting we be gentle.
 
He continued, "Do you know what I'm saying, Mulder?"
 
I nodded sharply.  He had pushed through her cervix into her womb.  I
hadn't even known that was possible in that position.  I'd done it
only once or twice and that was with her positioned very carefully on
her back with her legs in her armpits and me descending down on top of
her with quite a bit of force.  But he was considerably bigger than I
was so he was able to achieve it with her on a 45-degree angle and him
standing in front of her.  Amazing, exciting ... and potentially deadly
for the life she carried in her womb.  Why hadn't I realized?  A
warning bell should have gone off in my head.
 
"I should have stopped you," I said, feeling the rage dissipate and
taking the blame.  "It was my responsibility.  I'll be lucky if she
ever trusts me again."
 
"Mulder, don't do this.  It's not your fault.  It's MINE."
 
We both jerked around as Dr. Fischbein said, "What's your fault?"
 
I jumped to my feet and we both stood like statues waiting for her to
tell us what was going on.  She was wearing hospital scrubs with a white
lab coat, unbuttoned down the front over it.  Her hair was in a sloppy
brunette ponytail and her surgical mask was hanging around her throat,
leaving her face uncovered.  The corners of her mouth jerked up in a
quirky, amused smile and I felt the anger build in me again.  I was not
amused and this was no laughing matter.
 
She must have seen something in my face because she smiled softly then,
no amusement and said, "She's fine.  She's going to be fine."
 
I heard Walter release a breath he'd been holding but I wasn't
relieved yet.  "And ... and the baby?" I asked haltingly, licking my
lips.
 
She continued to smile.  "Everything's fine."
 
"Why was she bleeding?" I asked, needing to know the particulars.  
 
"A small blood vessel in her vagina broke, about half way up.  It
caused a small hemorrhage but I was able to cauterize it and stop the
bleeding.  There's no damage to her cervix or womb ... or to the
baby."
 
I sagged in relief.  "Thank God!" I choked out around the sob in my
throat, covering my eyes with my hands, not wanting her to see my tears.
 
She touched my hand gently and I lowered it, taking a deep breath and
focusing on her face again.  "I do need to speak with you though."
 
I nodded and she motioned for us to take a seat.  We sat gingerly on the
edge of the uncomfortable plastic chairs.  She remained standing.  "We
might want to have this conversation privately," she said with a
pointed look at Skinner.
 
I shook my head.  "It's all right, he's a ... close friend."
 
She nodded and then continued, "She fine, but I do want to speak with
you about your ... sex life."
 
I looked at her steadily, wondering how much Scully had told her.  I
figured she probably wouldn't have mentioned Skinner.  "Was I too
rough?" I asked, my voice ragged with guilt.
 
I hadn't even been inside her vagina other than earlier today, but the
doctor didn't know that and she didn't need to know that.  I saw
Walter open his mouth and I shot him a warning glance.  He snapped his
jaw shut and I watched a muscle jump in his jaw.
 
She pursed her lips as though trying to think of a tactful way to say
something.  I interrupted as she opened her mouth. "Don't sugar coat
it, just tell me."
 
She was probably wondering about Walter's comment that it was his
fault.
 
She nodded firmly and said, "Sex is fine during pregnancy.  Generally
right through the second trimester, regular sex is fine.  In the last
trimester, some precautions need to be made so no unnecessary pressure
is not put on the stomach and things like that, but there's no reason
not to have sex."
 
I waited, knowing there was more.  
 
She sighed, "However, Mrs. Mulder is a high risk pregnancy because of
her age.  The chances of the amniotic sac detaching from the uterus are
slim, but there is a chance of that, and a slightly higher one because
of her age and the fact that she shouldn't have been able to get
pregnant in the first place."
 
"Can you explain that more?" I asked.
 
"Yes.  You see when women are barren; they generally don't produce
the same amount estrogen that menstruating, fertile women do.  When you
menstruate, the uterine lining fills with blood in preparation to
receive an egg.  When the fertilization doesn't occur, the lining
breaks down and the woman has her period."
 
"I know all that," I said, trying to hide my impatience and not
doing a very good job, judging by the look on her face.
 
"I'm sorry," she said.  "I don't mean to insult your
intelligence, but it's impossible for me to know how educated you are
about women's anatomy.  Even enlightened men often don't know
anything about this ... sad but true."
 
"I'm very educated about it and not embarrassed to talk about it,"
I replied.
 
"Good, that makes my job easier.  When a woman doesn't ovulate, the
uterus does not fill with blood and those tissues do not get the benefit
of the regular process of moisturization.  Therefore, the tissues tend
to become a little less ... flexible or pliant for lack of a better
term.  Mrs. Mulder wasn't ovulating and wasn't having her period. 
Therefore, her uterine lining is not as healthy as a normal woman's. 
It's fine and perfectly capable of carrying this baby and nourishing
the baby.  I've examined her closely with internal sonograms, etc.,
and everything seems to be fine.  Her uterus is functioning properly.
 
"But?"  Why did I sense a 'but' here?
 
"But ... " she began with a wry smile; "I would like to keep
careful watch on the condition of her uterine lining.  There is a
condition that can occur if the lining begins to dry up.  It stops the
flow of fluids to the amniotic sac and can result in a condition where
she doesn't have enough amniotic fluid.  This makes it harder to
nourish the baby.  It can be treated and is not life threatening to the
baby if it's caught early and treated, but I want to watch for it.
 
"Also, Brackston Hicks is a condition whereby ..."
 
I interrupted her, "False labor."
 
"Yes, rough sex can induce Brackston Hicks later in the pregnancy."
 
"So in short ....?"
 
"In short, have sex, but be ... gentle with her.  Hold off on anything
... rough or too jarring to her womb.  Do you understand?"
 
I nodded.  "Yes, thank you, doctor.  I'm sorry I was so curt with
you."
 
Scully must have known all these conditions were possible.  Either she
hadn't thought she was in danger of them or she had not wanted to
curtail my enjoyment.  Either way, I was slightly miffed that Scully had
not shared this with me.  I may have approached things very differently.
 
"No problem.  I know you were scared, but she really is going to be
fine.  And I don't even necessarily expect any of the problems, but
they are things to look for.  I'd like her to come in once a month for
the duration of her pregnancy to have her amniotic fluid levels checked
and her uterine lining examined.  If it shrinks, due to lack of blood
then the egg can detach more easily.  If we detect that, you might have
to suspend sex, but right now, all seems fine.  Her vagina will be sore
for about a week due to the cauterization.  After that everything should
be fine."
 
"Maybe we should just suspend those activities all together."
 
She smiled and shook her head.  "You could try, but I doubt Dana will
go for it."
 
I smiled briefly, knowing how much Scully enjoyed sexual activity after
her long draught.  "The baby is more important," I said.
 
She nodded.  "Yes, but sex and orgasms can be healthy for the baby as
well."
 
"Really?" Walter asked.
 
She flashed a smile again.  "Yes, I don't know how much stock you
put in the whole mind, body, spirit thing, but I try to treat the whole
woman.  If the mother is in good shape physically, which Mrs. Mulder is,
then the more relaxed and content she is, the better off the baby will
be.  Not to mention that orgasms exercise those muscles that don't
normally get used and make labor and delivery easier when the time
comes.  Plus, there have been studies about the relationship of fetal
development in relation to the mother's state of mind and trauma's
experienced during pregnancy, whether they are emotional or physical. 
Don't worry, Mr. Mulder.  Sex if fine, you just have to be gentle."
 
I nodded.  "When can I see her?"
 
"You can see her now if you like.  I cauterized with a local so she
wasn't put under.  She's perfectly coherent.  I've given her a
non-narcotic painkiller.  I steer away from narcotics with pregnant
women if at all possible."
 
"Thank you ... thank you for everything, doctor."
 
"No problem.  That's my job.  Now I want to hold her for an hour or
so and make sure the cauterization holds.  If so, she can go home. 
She's in Exam Room 3."  She turned and made her way to the nurse's
station, probably to check on the next case.
 
I started off down the hall with Walter close on my heels.  He tapped my
forearm and I stopped.  He said, "Do you want me to wait?"
 
"Could you?  Just give me a minute alone with her.  I'll call you in
shortly."
 
"Sure, no problem."
 
He turned and went back to the waiting room.  I glanced at him and saw
him start to pace again.  Then I put him out of my mind as I hurried
down the hall to Exam Room 3.
 
I broke out into a smile as I went through the curtain and found her
propped up in the bed, smiling and looking at a magazine.  "Scully
..." I said softly.
 
She smiled at me and held out her arms.  I went into them immediately,
leaning over her but then sitting on the bed next to her hip.  "Doctor
says you're going to be fine."
 
She cupped my face and kissed me gently on the lips.  "Yeah, it was a
false alarm."
 
"Not really."
 
She looked at the sheet over her lap.  "No, but it wasn't the
tragedy we thought."
 
"No, but it's cause for concern."
 
"Yes."  She paused and then looked up to meet my eyes.  "I was so
scared," she whispered.
 
I gathered her into my arms again and we sat silent, rocking gently.  I
kissed her hair over her ear and she hummed.  Finally, I said, "We
have to be really careful.  Can you ever forgive me?"
 
She pulled back to see my face.  "Forgive you?  For what?  It was an
accident, Mulder."
 
"We can't afford any accidents, Scully.  Walter feels terrible."
 
"I figured he would.  I'll talk to him.  I can't believe this
happened.  I feel so irresponsible.  I knew ... but I really didn't
think I was in danger till later in my pregnancy."
 
"Did she say exactly what caused the blood vessel to break?"
 
She looked down again.  Then she whispered again, "She said I was
probably stretched too far, too quickly."
 
I nodded, swallowing around a new lump in my throat.  "I should have
stopped him.  I saw how hard it was for him to penetrate you."
 
"No Mulder.  It's been like that before.  I've probably just
created a few weak vessels because of it.  I asked her what to do to
prevent it."
 
"And what did she say?"
 
"Lots and lots of lubrication."
 
"Anything else?"
 
"Slower penetration.  I told her I was plenty lubricated."  She
began to flush slightly as she looked at her lap.
 
I chuckled in spite of myself.  She continued, "She said that might be
true but my own lubrication might not be enough if my partner is
especially ..."
 
"Especially what? Enthusiastic?"
 
"Uh ... well hung."
 
I barked out a laugh.  "Did she actually say that?"
 
"Not in those words, but that's what she meant.  I think she said
well endowed.  She also said I must be a lucky woman."  I heard a
little snicker from behind the curtain of hair that still covered her
face.
 
I looked at the wall, suddenly feeling strange.  I didn't know whether
to be relieved or upset that Walter was more well endowed than me. 
Seems she would be safer with me.  Then again ... ah hell, I couldn't
figure this out right now.
 
"Mulder, I told her I was lucky, that I had the most loving and
supportive husband in the world."
 
I looked at her again, feeling a wave of protective emotion wash through
me.  I pulled her gently to my chest again and we sat like that for
several minutes.  "I love you so much, Scully.  We can't screw this
up.  It may be our only chance."
 
"I know.  I've done a lot of thinking in the last couple of hours. 
I was so scared, Mulder.  I want to blame someone but that's not fair.
 It was my own choice in the end and I let it happen for the pleasure
and I should have been more careful."
 
"No!  You count on me to monitor that, to set your limits and I let
you down.  I should have been more careful, told him to take it easy."
 
"No, Mulder," she said sternly.  "We will not play the blame game.
 No one is to blame.  None of us.  We made a mistake, that's all.  Now
we need to learn from it and make sure it doesn't happen again,
that's all.  I'm sure we'll all agree that this was a learning
experience."
 
"To say the least.  I could do without any more learning experiences
like this one, though."
 
She nodded.  "Me too.  We'll just have to be careful."
 
"Maybe we should stick with ... oral sex," I suggested tentatively.
 
She shook her head.  "No.  I want this baby, Mulder, more than I've
ever wanted anything in my entire life, ... besides you that is."
 
I smiled warmly at her.  "Scully ..."
 
"I'm not stupid, Mulder, and I won't take chances, but I can't
live my life in fear."
 
"Not even for six months?"
 
"Something could go wrong no matter what and Dr. Fischbein said that
sex is healthy.  We both know that.  She doesn't know what kind of sex
we have, so she can't comment on it, but I can hazard a guess.  I just
need to be careful not to be taken roughly.  We will have sex, but it
will need to be gentle, that's all."  She paused.  "And she
doesn't know we do this, but I think we should probably avoid double
penetration.  That stretches me to the limit."
 
"O.K., we'll talk about this more when we get home.  In the
meantime, doc says you can go home in an hour if all goes well.  Walter
wants to see you but he said for me to be alone with you first."
 
She leaned in and kissed me gently again.  "Go get him," she said
softly.
 
I left the room and was only half way down the hall when he met me
coming the other way.  I motioned for him and he fell into step beside
me.  He hesitantly pulled back the curtain and stepped into the small
examining room.  I went to the far side of the bed and he approached her
slowly, watching her face.  She smiled gently at him.  
 
He didn't sit down.  He just took her hands.  "I'm sorry," he
said softly.
 
"No ones fault, Walter.  We made a mistake.  We won't make it
again."
 
"I think that maybe I should ... not continue this with you guys."
 
Scully looked stricken.  "Walter ..."
 
"No.  I've had a lot of time to think and it would be best for me to
back away and ... at least until the baby is born."
 
"That's not necessary," she said.
 
"Maybe, maybe not.  But I don't think I can live with myself if
something happens to you or that baby because of me.  I don't think
I'll be able to get past this, not while you're still pregnant."
 
She nodded.  "I don't agree with you and you're welcome to change
your mind.  But like we said from the beginning, if you're not 100%
comfortable with this ... then it won't work anyway and I don't want
to destroy our friendship, no matter what."
 
He nodded and looked up at me.  "I don't mean to be a coward,
Mulder, but I can't help it."
 
"Whatever you decide, Walter."
 
Scully sighed deeply.  "Let's go home and talk about this some more.
 This isn't really the place.  I don't want anyone overhearing
us."
 
We both nodded.  She threw the covers back and slid gingerly to the
floor, wincing slightly.  Walter left to wait in the waiting room while
I helped her get dressed.
 
Once donning sweatpants and tee shirt again, I stood with my hands on
her hips.  "Are you really O.K.?" I asked.  "Up here," I
clarified, tapping my temple.
 
"I will be.  Mulder, I don't ..."
 
"What?" I prompted.
 
"I don't want him to ... run away from this, not because he's
scared.  We might never mend that fence and I don't want us to be
uncomfortable around each other.  We have to work together."
 
"I agree.  But it's his decision Scully.  We knew this was one of
the risks, that he could get cold feet, for this or some other
reason."
 
"Yeah."  She was silent a moment.  "Take me home, Mulder."
 
I nodded and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, steering her into the
hallway.  Without a word, Walter stood up and led the way out to his big
Monte Carlo.  I slid in the back with Scully and he slid behind the
wheel.  He backed out and headed for home, still not saying anything.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
 
MULDERS' HOME
FALLS CHURCH, VA
LATE FRIDAY EVENING
 
When we arrived, I helped Scully out of the back seat and she stood
tentatively.  Then she smiled up at me.  "I really only feel a twinge
here and there.  I'm really not in any pain."
 
"Good," I responded and nodded toward the door.  She walked slowly
but seemingly with ease to the front door.  I turned and saw Walter
leaning against the front fender of his car.
 
"Aren't you coming in?" I asked.
 
He shook his head.  "I think I'll go home."
 
Scully turned then.  "Come in, Walter.  Have some coffee.  We need to
talk."
 
"Scully, I should just go and leave you two alone."
 
"Not yet, Walter.  I don't want you leaving here thinking what
you're thinking."
 
"You don't know what I'm thinking."
 
"Maybe not, but I'll bet I do.  Come in and tell me and we'll be
sure."
 
He sighed loudly.  "Guys, I should just ..."
 
"Come inside, Walter.  I want to talk to you both."
 
He finally nodded, resigned and pushed away from the car and ambled
slowly toward the front door.
 
I situated Scully on the couch all curled up in an afghan and then made
my way to the kitchen to make coffee.  Walter sat in the wing back chair
in the living room after I heard him making a fire in the fireplace.  I
poured the coffee and put the cream and sugar on a tray with the mugs. 
As I made my way back to the living room, I stopped to listen.
 
Walter's voice, low and calm, floated out to me in the hallway. 
"I'm so sorry, Scully.  I don't deserve it, but I hope you can
forgive me."
 
Scully replied, "There's nothing to forgive.  There was no way we
could have foreseen this and I'm fine."
 
"This time," he said, his voice still riddled with guilt.
 
She cleared her throat.  "Listen to me.  We were at the start of a
good thing here."
 
"I thought so at first, although I was nervous.  But I was more
nervous about Mulder suddenly becoming jealous or you suddenly
regretting it more than anything else.  I never considered that I was
capable of really harming you."
 
"I like it rough, Walter and I asked for that.  It's not your fault.
 And just because I like something the best, doesn't mean that I
can't set it aside for the sake of baby.  I'm not stupid.  That's
what I intend to do.  No sacrifice is too great for this baby and
really, setting aside my favorite preference for another six months or
so  It isn't much of a sacrifice in the big scheme of things
anyway."
 
"I don't know.  It seems this should be a private thing between you
and Mulder."
 
"It is.  The baby is anyway.  The baby and our sex life are two
different issues except in regard to being careful about the baby. 
I'm not telling you about how it feels, and I won't be asking you to
feel him or her kick when the time comes.  Those will be moments for
Mulder and I as husband and wife."
 
"I could have made you miscarry, Scully.  None of this feels right
anymore."
 
She sighed.  "I'm sorry you feel that way.  What I'm afraid of is
you'll be awkward with us at work and we can't afford that, Walter. 
I'm in love with my husband.  He's in love with me.  But I care
about you.  You are special to both of us.  You realize that don't
you?"
 
He muttered, "Yes, maybe that's why I feel even worse."
 
"Stop beating yourself up.  We all learned a valuable lesson and
became more educated in the process.  Besides, just because you have to
be gentle with me or choose not to touch me, doesn't mean you can't
touch Mulder."
 
I heard him gasp a little and figured this was a good time to make my
entrance.  I didn't want to be left out of this conversation, but I
knew that he had probably needed those few minutes alone with her
without me staring down the back of his neck.
 
They both looked up as I entered the room and placed the tray on the
coffee table.  I fixed Scully's coffee and handed it to her.  Walter
and I fixed our own and I sat on the couch next to Scully and pulled her
legs into my lap as she sat sideways with her back to the armrest.
 
We were all silent for a moment and finally I couldn't stand it
anymore.  "We need to decide what we are going to do here.  Otherwise,
this is going to become really awkward.  I don't want that."
 
Everyone was silent for a few more seconds and then Scully said.  "I
need to say something to you two."
 
We both looked at her expectantly.  "Of course, what you decide to do
is totally your decision.  It's about what you two are comfortable
with.  However, since you must be gentle with me ... that doesn't mean
there aren't other ways for you to relieve your sexual urges of a
rougher nature."
 
She looked first at me and then at Walter.  Walter asked, "What are
you saying?"
 
"I'm saying that I get very excited by watching you two next to each
other.  I don't think there's a darn thing wrong with it.  It's
just another way to express your sexuality.  I know you are both a tad
on the macho side and maybe that's holding you back."
 
We both smirked, knowing that was probably true.  But I was secure in
who I was as a man now for maybe the first time in my life.  Scully had
done that for me, brushed away all those insecurities.  I knew I was a
hot-blooded individual with a more than healthy sexual appetite.  I
didn't need to prove that to anyone, not anymore.  I wondered though,
how secure Walter was with his male ego.  Did he think being with me
would make him less of a man?
 
I'd balked at first, but couldn't deny that the idea was
titillating.  This had to do with expressing affection and desire and
sexuality.  And Scully was right; it was just another way to do that.  I
hadn't had much time to think about it.  I thought of all the new
things I could try and what an adventure it would be for me.  It was a
whole new world of experiences that I might be able to enjoy.
 
She finally continued, "So ... if you two wanted to explore that, you
could."
 
"What about you?" Walter asked.
 
"I'll be there.  I want to make love to, but I'd be lying if I
said the idea of you two together didn't excite the hell out of me.  I
could always use toys.  That's what toys are for too, and lord knows,
we have plenty of them!"
 
We both chuckled, knowing how true that was.  I stared at Walter and
found him staring back at me.  Scully was quiet as well and finally
said, "Any fantasies, Mulder?"
 
I glanced at her.  "Yeah, I'm starting to develop them."
 
Walter chuckled, low and surprised as he looked at me.  He swallowed and
said, "That might work."
 
"What?" Scully asked.
 
"I could stay away from you until the baby is born ..."
 
I finished, "But still be a part of this ... thing we're
developing."
 
"Thing?" Scully inquired.
 
I took a deep breath. "Relationship.  It's a relationship, no matter
how you slice it."
 
Walter nodded.  "Yes, it is.  And I want to be part of it, but I ...
know I'm here for ... I don't know.  I'm the outsider.  You two
are in love with each other."
 
"Yes we are.  Are you wanting that for yourself?" Scully asked.
 
He looked at the carpet.  "I think about it sometimes, what I'm
missing.  It would be nice to come home to someone ... have a woman to
support me and share things with."
 
I cleared my throat and he looked up at me.  "What about Sydney?"
 
"Sydney?" he asked.
 
"The woman you were with that started all this," I clarified.
 
Scully raised an eyebrow but otherwise was silent.
 
Walter swallowed.  "She's a hooker, Mulder."
 
"She's a woman, Walter.  One that obviously feels very deeply for
you.  And she said straight out that she would leave the business for
you."
 
"I'm not sure I could do it," he replied.
 
"Never know until you try."
 
"I could mess her up worse if I try and don't feel anything, or end
it after she's left."
 
"I doubt it.  First of all, it's never a bad thing to bring someone
in off the streets, regardless of what else happens.  Second, you care
about her, I know you do."
 
"Yeah, but ..."
 
"What's the problem?  Would you have trouble getting past her ..."
 
"Profession?" he volunteered.  "Maybe, I don't know.  That's
not it though."
 
"There's nothing wrong with that woman, Walter.  She's probably
out there because she has to be, not because she wants to be."  I
paused.  "Is she on drugs?"
 
"No!" he cried.  "That's one thing she told me she was
determined to avoid."
 
"Good, then cleaning her up in that regard isn't an issue."
 
"What do I do?"
 
"Talk to her first, find out what skills she has, if any."
 
"Besides ..."
 
I rolled my eyes at him.  "Obviously, besides that.  I mean, can she
type?  Can she answer phones?  Is she computer literate?  Go from there.
 Help her get a job.  If she doesn't have skills, help her get some
training through unemployment.  And there are centers out there that
specialize in helping people like her retrain and get off the street."
 
"I should try to help her."
 
"And it would give you something to think about besides us," Scully
supplied.
 
I added, "And something to go to if we don't work out for whatever
reason."
 
"Would I tell her about you two?" he asked.  "I mean she knows
about Scully."
 
"But not about your new relationship with us," I said.
 
Scully shook her head. "Not right away.  Maybe later, but not at
first.  You'd have to get to know her as a person and feel her out
first.  Does she get jealous?  Stuff like that.  That would be far down
the road."
 
"I doubt she has any sexual hang ups," he offered glibly, a smirk on
his face.
 
Scully clucked her tongue.  "Just because she does things, doesn't
mean she likes them, Walter.  Be very careful about making assumptions
where she is concerned.  If you are going to do this, keep an open mind
and let her tell you things.  Get to know her as though she was a
stranger.  Be her friend first."
 
"That will be hard.  I have a difficult time keeping my hands off
her."
 
"Doesn't mean you can't hit the sheets.  I just mean, don't let
that be the entire basis for your relationship."
 
"Like it is for me with you guys?" he joked.
 
Scully's face dropped, and I jumped in quickly.  "You don't mean
that."
 
He lost his grin.  "No, I didn't.  I didn't mean that the way it
came out.  I care deeply for both of you.  You have to know that."
 
Scully smiled tentatively again.  "Sorry, I'm a little sensitive
tonight.  Guess my emotions are close to the surface."
 
"I should go and let you get some rest."
 
"Walter, you can tell her about us if you need to.  Just be sure she
keeps it to herself," I added.
 
I didn't stop him this time when he stood up.  One look at Scully told
me she was exhausted.  Walter approached her and leaned down, cupping
her face.  He spoke softly, looking into her eyes.  "You know I care
about you.  Don't ever think differently.  I respect you and I admire
you, both of you.  I wouldn't have been at that hospital if this was
just about sex.  You know that, don't you?"
 
She nodded, her eyes becoming moist.  "Good," he muttered and leaned
over to kiss her forehead chastely.  "I need to do a lot of thinking. 
I'll be in touch.  I need a few days to think about all you've said
and consider the options here."
 
We both nodded.  "Take your time, Walter, but don't shut us out, all
right?  Keep talking to us."
 
He nodded.  "I will.  I'll show myself out," he added as I made to
rise.  I settled back down and he walked out into the hall.  We were
silent as we listened to the front door close behind him.  A few moments
later, the sound of his car starting up and backing out of the driveway
invaded the living room.  We listened, as the sound of his car became
just a faint memory.
 
Scully looked at me.  "So much for spending the weekend together.  Why
do I feel like I'm not going to see him again for a long time?"
 
I just looked at her.  "We'll have to see him on Monday."
 
"Not if he wants to avoid us."
 
"I don't think he will."
 
"How do you know?"
 
"Just a feeling.  I think he's astonished that we don't blame him
for this.  I think he's still a little overwhelmed with the whole
thing, our acceptance, ... and now this.  He needs to time to process it
all and we need to give him that time, Scully."
 
She nodded. "I know.  What about you?"
 
"What about me?"
 
"How do you feel about all this?"
 
 "Let's put it this way.  He deserves to be happy, Scully.  And
he'll always be sharing you.  I have your love.  He doesn't.  He
deserves to find someone that is all his.  And I would never stand in
the way of that."
 
"Neither would I.  He's been alone a long time."
 
"Exactly, and I think he's very lonely.  Easily as lonely as we used
to be before we got together."
 
She nodded.  "God, I hope I never feel that way again."
 
"This is purely a sexual release for him.  He values your friendship
and he respects you on the job but in that bedroom, you are a sexual
object to him, a way to release his fantasies and his sexual
frustration.  I think he needs more than that.  I know I do."
 
She nodded and said quietly, "Yeah, I see your point."
 
I turned and moved her over, lying down on my side with my back to the
backrest of the couch.  She was on her back and turned to look up at me.
 I leaned down and kissed her gently.  "I love you so much," I
whispered.
 
"I love you, too, Mulder.  This will work out.  You'll see."
 
I smiled and laid my hand on her still flat tummy.  She looked up at me.
 "We're going to have a baby, Mulder."
 
I nodded, responding to the conviction in her voice.  "I know."
 
"And nothing is going to stop that.  I promise.  I'll be so careful
from now on."
 
I leaned in and buried my nose in her hair.  "We both will, Baby.  We
both will.

PART 3 (NC-17)
WALTER SKINNER'S APARTMENT
ALEXANDRIA, VA
SATURDAY EVENING - 6:00 PM
 
I stood in the kitchen looking at her framed in the doorway.  I'd
called her earlier after much soul searching.  She'd given me her
beeper number many months ago.  I'd told her to dress normally, jeans
and a comfortable shirt, no make up.  She'd done as I'd asked,
obviously a little uncomfortable appearing before me not being all
dressed up.
 
I smiled at her and picked up the lasagna I'd cooked and set it on the
trivet in the middle of the table.  I motioned for her to sit down. 
"What is all this?" she asked, obviously confused.
 
"Dinner."
 
"I see that, but ..."
 
"I'm paying you for the entire evening.  I want to have dinner with
you."
 
She nodded.  "I'm hungry."
 
"Good.  You probably don't eat enough."
 
She sat down and waited.  I scooped some onto her plate and then onto
mine.  "Go ahead, dig in," I urged.
 
Finally she picked up her fork and knife and cut it into small pieces. 
I watched as he took her first few tentative bites.  She smiled and
hummed with pleasure.  "God, it's really good, Walt."
 
I smiled at her. "I'm glad.  Dig in."
 
She did, with gusto.  And I found myself smiling at her enthusiasm.  I
wondered when the last time was she'd eaten a good meal.
 
She stopped when she caught me watching, looking embarrassed and I
delighted in the blush that rose up to her cheeks.  "Sorry," she
mumbled around her full mouth.
 
Without warning, I found myself laughing, a delighted, full belly laugh.
 She smiled and swallowed.  I cut off my laughter and shook my head
slightly.  "Don't apologize for enjoying my food.  That's the best
compliment you can give a cook, you know?"
 
She smiled.  "What are you doing, Walt?" she asked suddenly, her
smile fading.
 
Mine did too and I met her eyes.  "I wanted ... I don't know.  I
wanted to talk to you, get to know you a little."
 
She sat back and smirked.  She could look so innocent, sitting there
with no make up and her big tee shirt like a cloud around her.  She
looked like a little girl.  But I knew she was no innocent and she'd
been around the block more than a few times.
 
"Get to know me?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"What for?"
 
I was stung by her immediate skepticism, but realized she probably
didn't know how to have any other reaction.  After all, all her
previous attempts to talk to me had been rebuffed.
 
"I've been thinking a lot about what you said," I finally offered.
 
She was silent a moment and then said, "I haven't heard from you in
two months.  I didn't think you were going to call me anymore after
that last ... time."
 
"You made me feel guilty."
 
"Is that why I'm here?  Atonement for your being a shit head?" she
asked with characteristic bluntness.
 
"No."
 
"What's this all about?"
 
"I want to get to know you.  There's no hidden agenda.  I think you
know I ... find you extremely attractive."
 
"But that's not enough?  It always was before ... for you anyway."
 
"Maybe it's not anymore.  Maybe you made me think about what I'm
missing.  Maybe you made me want to be ... more fair to you, less of a
taker."
 
She looked at me, silent for a few moments.  Then she said, "So ...
you can't have her, so you're going to try and make me some
substitute?"
 
"No!  That's just it.  That's what you were in the past, a
substitute, and I don't want that to be the case anymore, Sydney.  I
want ..."
 
"What?"
 
"I don't know!  Something different.  Something more!  I'm trying,
dammit!"  I was frustrated with my inability to express myself.  I
don't know why I didn't consider that she would grill me on this. 
She had every right to be suspicious.
 
"You want what?"  She paused.  "To be my friend?" she asked
sarcastically.
 
I ignored her tone.  "Yes."
 
She barked a sharp laugh and sat back in her chair, her hand on her
stomach.  "You're a piece of work, you know that, Walter?"
 
"What's that supposed to mean?"
 
She stood up and turned to walk away from the table.  "Thanks for
dinner, Walt.  It was delicious.  I'll just be going back to my life
now."
 
I sprung up and grabbed her arm.  "Sydney, please, stay with me
tonight."
 
She turned.  "Why?  So you can use me like the whore I am and satisfy
some twisted fantasy of yours?  Sure, if you wanna fuck ... let's
fuck?  That's what I do, right, Walt?  That's all I'm capable of,
right, Walt? That's what you pay me for, right?  Don't try to
pretend its anything else ... it hurts too much!  Friend!  I wanted to
be more than you're friend and you stepped all over my heart you
callous bastard!  Now you want more and I'm supposed to drop what
I'm doing and fall at your feet?!  
 
"You won't even kiss me, you hypocritical asshole!  And you expect
me to calmly sit here and eat your food and tell you all about myself? 
Make myself seem like a real person to you?  For what?  To assuage some
misplaced guilt of yours?!  Well FUCK you!"
 
She spun away and headed for the door.  I stomped after her, her little
legs no match for my long strides.  She yanked the door open just as I
arrived behind her.  I reached out and slammed it shut with one hand. 
The other grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
 
"Let me go you bastard!" she nearly screamed.
 
I didn't think.  I just grabbed her face in both hands and dropped my
mouth over hers.  One hand slid up to the back of her head, anchoring
her against me.  I tilted my head to the side and punched my tongue
against her teeth.  She resisted for a moment, her hands on my biceps
and then I felt her go limp beneath my hands and her mouth open.
 
I slid my tongue inside and rolled it over hers.  Oh God, I was kissing
Sydney, for the first time.  I'd probably fucked her a hundred times,
but we'd never kissed.  I'd never let her, because I knew what would
happen if I did.  She would become a real person to me then, and I
hadn't wanted that.  I'd been selfish and arrogant, just wanting to
assuage my need and my twisted fantasies about Scully.  She'd wanted
to know about me and I hadn't let her in.  
 
I groaned as she kissed me back, feeling an electric tingle pass between
us.  I hadn't even felt that with Scully.  
 
Our conversation echoed in my head now from two months ago.
 
"Why can't I kiss you?"
 
"I don't want ..."
 
"What?" she asked.
 
"It's too personal.  I thought that was a rule in your
profession."
 
"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?"
 
I'd 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."
 
 "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 ..."
 
I said, "I can't change that agreement."
 
"Why not?"
 
"Be real.  What are you going to do?  Leave your job?" I asked
quietly, as if it were the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard.
 
She frowned, sighed and then said, "I would for you."
 
 "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 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."
 
She'd looked at me then with the saddest expression I'd ever seen
and said, "Your loss, Walter.  I could be everything for you."  And
she walked away.
 
My hands left her face and head to yank her tee shirt up over her head. 
Our mouths separated briefly.  She gave me a confused look but I
descended on her again, not giving her time to think about it.
 
I worked her jeans next and felt her hands come up to pull my shirt out
of my jeans.  We got frantic then, and I knew she'd given in.  I
stopped her hands as they reached for my pants. 
 
She frowned.  "Not here, upstairs," I ground out.
 
She nodded and turned to go there, but I reached down and lifted her
into the air.  She squealed quietly, but wrapped her legs around my
waist and her arms around my neck. 
 
I kissed her as I walked carefully up the stairs, years of familiarity
keeping me from missing my step.  I set her down gently next to the bed
and we started to strip away the rest of our clothes.  
 
When we were naked, she turned around and put her wrists together behind
her back in a gesture so achingly filled with trust I almost sobbed. 
God, she thought I was going to tie her.
 
Why wouldn't she? I always had before.  My hands came down on her
shoulders and I turned her toward me, shaking my head in the negative.
 
"Walter ... but ..." she said, obviously confused.
 
I just kept shaking my head until our lips met and I kissed her gently
again, tenderly and heard an adorable mewling sound from her throat.  I
tipped her back onto the bed and dragged her to the middle, laying her
head on the pillows.
 
God, what an ass I'd been.  I'd nearly always taken her in the ass. 
The few times I'd taken her normally, it had been rough and wild, me
expunging a gnawing need that I could no longer resist. 
 
Not this time.
 
"Walter ...?" she began.
 
I put my fingers over her lips.  "Shhh, baby.  Just lay back and
enjoy."  She nodded and I removed my fingers. 
 
I kissed my way down her body, an unprecedented feeling of joy wash
through me when her back arched up as I took her nipple gently in my
mouth, tugging gently with my teeth and soothing it with my tongue.
 
She moaned, "Oh Jesus, Walter."
 
She squirmed as I made my way down her stomach, swirling my tongue in
her navel, making her taut stomach muscles quiver at the contact.  She
was a couple of inches taller than Scully.  I'd guess 5' 4", but I
realized suddenly, she was smaller.  Her hips were smaller, almost
boyish, her waistline was smaller, and her breasts were slightly smaller
as well, but very full with no sag on her tiny frame.
 
I was six foot, two inches tall and towered over her as she lay there on
the bed, looking about 16 years old with no make up.  One of my thighs
was easily as wide as her waist.  I felt another rush of arousal and my
semi-erect penis surged to fully erect and bumped against her thigh.  
 
Oh Christ, except for her height, she was smaller than Scully, all over.
 I began to pant with excitement as I looked at her, realizing perhaps
for the first time, consciously anyway, that she was an incredibly
beautiful girl.  Oh God, I'd always loved tiny women, the tinier the
better.  It brought out some primal protective instinct in me ... it
also made me mad with lust, that feeling of being dominant, feeling like
an Amazon fucking a midget, almost like fucking a little girl although
thank god I'd never felt any attraction to children.  
 
No.  I loved full breasts and shapely legs and tight butts.  Most of
all, if I was honest, I loved the feeling of splitting their virgin-like
cunts wide open; not to mention how tight they generally were stuffed
onto my three and half inch wide, 10 inch long cock.  She was a
beautiful girl.
 
Girl.
 
She was a woman, but good lord, she was tiny.  I knelt between her legs,
bringing my hands to her waist.  If I pushed slightly, I could almost
touch my fingers as they spanned her tiny waist.  "So tiny," I
muttered.  "I love that you're so small.  God it makes me crazy how
small you are."
 
She smiled serenely up at me.  Tentatively, she asked, "Should I turn
over?"
 
My heart cracked open again as I realized she still thought this was
like all the other times I'd taken her from behind, not seeing her
face, just her lovely hair and pretending she was someone else. 
Pretending she was Scully.
 
I didn't want that tonight.  I wasn't going to fuck her.
 
I leaned down and kissed her gently again.  I whispered into her ear,
feeling her shiver, "No Sydney.  Not like that tonight."
 
"What then?"
 
I pulled back to see her face, her moist blue eyes, so guileless,
staring up at me, waiting patiently.  I licked my lips and kept
whispering, not sure why.  "I'm going to make love to you."
 
She whimpered and I kissed her again, and then moved down between her
legs.  I spread her thighs gently and moaned as I saw and then felt the
incredible wetness between her legs.  
 
Without hesitation, I bent into her and gave her entrance an open
mouthed kiss, sucking her juices into my mouth.  She'd shown me papers
earlier.  I'd always insisted she present me with medical test results
that she was clean.  That was the only way I would be with her.  I knew
it was necessary, but I'd still felt guilty when she'd handed them
to me tonight.
 
She was on the pill, but I'd always used a rubber anyway.  Not
tonight.  Tonight she was going to feel all of me and I was going to
feel all of her.  I poked a finger inside and searched the front wall of
her vagina.
 
I knew I'd found the spot when she shouted, "Oh God, Yes!" and I
felt the walls of her little pussy clamp down on my fingers.  My dick
jumped, anticipating that tightness for itself.  I massaged her in small
circles and began flicking my tongue over her clit.
 
She whimpered again and her hands came down to the side of my head.  I
raised my eyes to find her staring at me with such a look of amazement
and affection that I felt a wave of dizziness.
 
I closed my eyes and worked her more vigorously with both my mouth and
fingers until she broke apart, wailing and thrashing as her orgasm took
her.  Her legs pressed to the side of my head like a vice but I didn't
mind.  I continued to lap her gently as she came down.
 
Finally, I crawled up her body, settling myself between her thighs.  She
opened her eyes, looking stunned.  As selfish as I'd always been, I
'd always tried to give her an orgasm and most times had succeeded,
although not always.  But it was always born of pure lust and we both
knew that.  This time, I'd done something purely for her pleasure and
she was obviously stunned.
 
I smiled gently at her and began to kiss her again.  I broke the kiss as
she snaked a hand between us and cupped my erection, now aching it was
so hard.
 
I hissed and looked down at her.  I realized just how degrading it must
have been for her when I called her Scully all the time, pretending she
was someone else.  Not anymore.  I tried out her name.   "Sydney,
Sydney," I muttered, liking the way it sounded rolling off my tongue.
 
"What?" she asked playfully.
 
"I missed you.  I want you."
 
"You've always wanted me," she said a bit smugly but I could
detect the sadness in her eyes.
 
"Not like this," I whispered.  "I want YOU, Sydney."  And she
nodded, understanding.  There would be no pretending she was someone
else. I wanted her, not a fantasy version of Scully.  I meant it with
every fiber of my being and it surprised me.  Her eyes pooled with
wetness and I leaned down to kiss the moisture away. 
 
She was panting delicately as I towered over her.  She took a deep
breath, "Do you have your condom?"
 
I shook my head and her eyes widened.  "Not tonight, Sydney."
 
"But you always ..."
 
"You wouldn't lie to me would you?"
 
She shook her head vigorously.  "I protect myself.  I always make them
wear a condom.  I just got tested last week.  I'm clean as a
whistle."  This was all said in a rush.
 
I smiled at her.  "Then I trust you."
 
That brought a sob from the back of her throat and I kissed her again,
my hand sliding down to her hip.  I felt a wave of tenderness and I
punched gently and felt the head of my cock slip inside her.
 
Her muscle spasmed tight around my cock head and I groaned.  Dear God,
she was so small, definitely smaller than Scully, inside and out.  Why
hadn't I noticed this?  Probably because I was too busy enjoying the
particular tightness of another orifice in the past.
 
I sighed and eased my way in.  She took me steadily until I was three
quarters of the way in and then drew in her breath sharply.  "My God,
Walter.  It's been so long.  I forgot how huge you are."
 
I didn't respond, just feeling a warm tingle from her nervous
excitement as it translated to me.  I slid my hand down her leg and
lifted from under her knee, raising her leg up towards her shoulder.  
 
This tipped me to one side, but I slid inside further, taking my time
and feeling her muscles wave around my engorged flesh.  I groaned, "Oh
Sydney, you feel so good, darlin'."
 
She gasped, I suppose from the endearment.  Then she said, "I want all
of you."
 
"In a second, take it slow.  We have all night."
 
She smiled again, looking amazed that this was happening.  This was a
major thing, and we both knew it.  I wasn't fucking a hooker.  I was
making love to Sydney.  Beautiful, young, spirited Sydney.   I was
practically an old man at 48 and here I was, making love to this young,
tiny woman and she was looking at me like I was a God.  How old was she?
 I'd never asked.  I guessed in the mid 20s, but she looked like a
teenager tonight.  
 
I could see the light freckles on her cheeks and nose that were normally
covered under a heavy layer of make up.  I liked her much better without
it.  She didn't look cheap this way, and there was no mask to hide her
face.  I closed my eyes against a fresh wave of arousal that left my
cock throbbing in hard washing waves.  I began to stroke her gently,
groaning as her slickness tugged on my turgid flesh.
 
"Ohohoh, my God!   Ohmygod!" she chanted as I stroked her, slow and
deep, taking deep strokes and sliding in a little further each time as
her wet tunnel relaxed to admit me.
 
"Oh yeah, baby, let me in," I muttered as I continued, putting my
elbows on the bed next to her shoulders.
 
I kissed her again, deeply, shoving my tongue inside and dancing it
around her own.  She moaned into my mouth and I kept stroking her,
finally feeling myself sink a bit more and my balls slap against her
puckering anus.  She broke the kiss, throwing her head back and
groaning.  "Oh Walter, you feel fantastic.  Oh, nobody fills me like
this, like you do."
 
I kissed her cheeks, her jaw, her neck and made my way back up to her
muttering lips, never breaking my soft, slow rhythm.  I lowered my body,
letting my chest hair drag across the tightened nubs of her breasts. 
She shuddered from head to toe and groaned, low and sexy in the back of
her throat, her hands running up and down my biceps.  "Sweet Jesus,
Walter."
 
"Feel good, Baby?"
 
"Oh God, you have no idea."
 
"I want to make you come again," I whispered.
 
She whimpered.  "I'm close.  Oh you fill me so good."
 
I sped up slightly but kept my strokes deep, dragging out the contact to
the last moment and then sliding back into her nubile, young body. 
"Yeah, that's it, beautiful, that's it," I cooed to her as I
watched her face begin to contort from the pleasure.  
 
I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, running my tongue over it.  She
moaned and then said,  "Oh yeah, Oh god, make love to me, oh please,
keep making love to me."  Her voice held a plaintive sound, almost a
whine and I felt my chest constrict with emotion and my eyes sting with
tears as I realized how much this meant to her.  No one ever made love
to her.  They just used her.  She probably had no idea what it meant to
be loved, really loved.
 
Loved?  I pushed that thought to the back of my head and decided to
examine it later.
 
Her ankles crossed at the small of my back and she began lifting her
pelvis, trying to impale herself on my cock.  It changed our angle
slightly and I felt a hot rush around my cock. 
 
She cried out, "Oh God, I'm coming!"  
 
I began slam into her then and felt her tunnel grip and release me in a
series of rapid convulsions.  I put one hand down and gently pinched her
nipple, causing another wail and a second round of spasms.
 
Amazingly, I was not ready to come and I didn't stop, but slowed down
again, kissing her and beginning to build her back up again.  She was
panting, "So good, never been this good.  So good, can't believe
you're still hard."
 
I muttered, "So hard, so fucking hard, just for you, Sydney.  God,
you're so tiny, so beautiful."  I remembered the incredible feel of
Scully's double climax, clitoral and cervical, squeezing my prick and
was seized with the mad desire to feel it again ... with Sydney, who was
even smaller and tighter than Scully.  
 
I don't know if she realized she still hadn't taken all of me, only
about eight and half of my ten inches.  I was stretching her so wide
open that I could feel my cock brush her baby soft thigh as it
retreated.  Her pelvis would ache tomorrow.  That thought gave me
another rush of pleasure.
 
"Sydney, I want you to take all of me."
 
"Yeess!" she hissed.
 
"I wanna take you inside, push through into your womb.  Has anyone
ever done that?"
 
She shook her head frantically.  
 
"I'm gonna make you come again and then I'll do it, take your
inner cherry while you're coming.  It will make it easier, but it
still might hurt," I warned her.  I was obsessed with feeling that
feeling again.  I wanted it with a desire that bordered on insanity.
 
"S'Okay," she slurred.  "Do it, lover."
 
I moaned with her acquiescence and slid a hand under her low back,
anchoring her to me as I thrust into her hard, rolling her clit between
us.  She began to gasp and groan with every stroke.  I slid my hand down
between her cheeks and pressed on her anus.   That was all it took and
she was climaxing for the third time.  "I want to possess you,
Sydney!"
 
My arm banded around her waist, leaving her butt as I slammed into her,
nailing her to the mattress and shoving hard at the end of my strokes. 
Her clinging walls felt divine as she whimpered, "Oh God, Walt. 
It's not stooppiinngg!"
 
I jostled her, hooking her knees over my elbows as I bent her in half
and towered over her.  I roared with lust and determination and hammered
into her brutally, feeling her cervix finally give way after spasming
against the head of my cock.  I plunged through her opening, grinding my
hips into her thighs, angling for every last smidge of depth.  I held
still.  Now that I was in I didn't want to be too harsh with her. 
I'd had to hit her hard to get inside.
 
She cried out, "Ahhhh, shit!  No one's ever been so deep!'
 
Then I just rocked my shaft back and forth gently about an inch or so,
feeling the ridge of my cock head catch on her tight cervical muscle,
and stretch it.  Then I would rock back in.  I didn't want to be too
rough with her and hurt her.  Scully got off on a certain amount of
pain, but I really didn't know if Sydney did.  I panted out, "So
tight, you're so fucking exquisite Sydney."
 
She whimpered, "Oh God, Oh God, so huge, oh Jesus, feels like you're
splitting me in two."
 
"Too much?" I gasped, feeling sudden remorse that I may have hurt
her when I wanted this to be a special time between us.
 
"No!  Feels so good, hurts so good.  Do it, Walter.  Break me open.  I
want to feel you in my throat."
 
As good as that suggestion sounded, I really didn't want to hurt her. 
I couldn't resist increasing the tempo a bit though. I rocked a little
harder, bringing her hips up off the bed and she began to break apart.
 
She screamed, but not in pain and I felt it begin.  Her cervix convulsed
in hard, slow waves, squeezing the end of my dick like a cock ring. 
 
"Feels so good, Sydney.  I'm fucking your little womb."  
 
I bellowed and pressed my balls against her ass as she jerked beneath me
like she was having a seizure.  I was losing control, despite my resolve
not to.  "Oh, I'm sorry!  I'm sorry, have to take you harder!"
 
"It's all right!  Bury yourself, Walter!  Awww, Jesus, it's
impossible!  I'm still ccoommiinngg!"
 
I lost it completely and began drawing back until the head of my shaft
rested inside her and then plunging to the bottom of her canal, and
jerking my hips up at the end of the stroke, poking my rock hard meat
through the entrance to her uterus.  I let out an incoherent roar each
time I felt myself slide past that tight, resisting barrier and felt it
wrap tightly around the head of my cock.  "Oh, Sydney!  You're mine!
 You're mine!  You're tiny little cunny is MINE!" I shouted.
 
I felt my cock sting as it swelled with the force of my ejaculation.  I
emptied into her, groaning like a dying man.  I felt my balls spasm and
empty deep into her belly as her cervix squeezed my cock head.  I
retreated from her womb but stayed inside her.  We panted into each
other's necks, slick with sweat.  I miraculously hadn't gone soft. 
What the fuck?  That hadn't happened since I was a teenager ...
staying hard after an ejaculation.
 
She moaned again.  I rolled over and she straddled my thighs.  "Ride
me, Sydney.  I want to watch myself disappear into your tiny body.  I
wanna watch your little body impaled on mine."
 
I watched her and played with her breasts as she rode me, first slowly
and languidly but then increasing her speed until she was impaling
herself on my rock hard cock.  She would rise up, exposing the full
bloom of my shaft before slamming herself back down, engulfing it in
hot, tight velvet.  I couldn't believe I was still so hard. 
 
She was stretched now and sopping wet, allowing her to sink down all the
way with relative ease, although I could feel the snugness still.  I
wasn't going through her cervix now but I was stretching the membrane
to the limit as she seated herself against me.
 
She leaned down, pushing herself back onto me and rocking harshly.  I
panted as I rested, letting her do the work.  Sweat had broken out on
her brow and tiny tendrils of auburn hair stuck to her forehead.  I
tenderly brushed them back and tucked her hair behind her ears.  She
smiled at me, the most genuine joyful smile I'd ever seen on a woman
and I groaned at the sight of it, feeling my nuts spasm and pull up
tight to my shaft.  I could feel her walls vibrating against my turgid
flesh as a suction was created each time she lifted off me.
 
"Looks so good, Baby.  Yeah, that's it.  Ride me.  Oh, your little
puss is quivering.  Feels great.  Oh, I'm close baby.  We're so good
together. You're gonna make me come again."
 
"Yes, Walter.  Yes, come for me, comeforme, comeforme!" she chanted,
as she sped up and began lifting herself again, and slamming her velvet
vice-like walls around my towering hard on.
 
I shouted and felt my balls swell and ache as they filled with burning
come.  My hands slid from her breasts to her hips, helping her lift and
fall.  The backs of my legs tingled as I began to thrust up, meeting her
half way and jarring her small body as she landed on top of mine.  
 
Her small hands rested on my chest for leverage and she began pinching
both nipples simultaneously.  I shouted incoherently, "Aaaaahhhhh,
shiiii, Syyyddd....oh God, baby, YES, YES, YES!"
 
I shuddered violently as the first rush of cum raced up my shaft and
sprayed large ropey strings inside her welcoming body like a
high-pressure hose.  My hands held her down at the waist, my cock fully
embedded as it throbbed and she squeezed her muscles milking me for
every last drop.
 
I collapsed in a boneless heap and she sprawled across my chest.  Her
whole body fit on top of mine.  I was so much broader and wider than
her.  Her small hips rested against the inside of my hipbones and I
cupped her ass pressing my still semi-hard prick inside her as I ground
against her and shivered with aftershocks.  She hummed with contentment
and then raised her head. 
 
I kissed her nose and she giggled and then gave me a beautiful smile
again.  She rolled off to my side and lay on her back.  I levered up
onto my side and draped my arm over her tiny waist.  Still tentative,
she reached up for the back of my neck and slowly drew me down toward
her.  I had a strong sense of dej=E0 vu.  The last time I'd pulled
away.  Was she testing me?  I would pass this time.  I could see she
still wasn't sure if I would resist like I had the last time.
 
I merely let her pull me down till our lips brushed and her hot, moist
breath mingled with mine.  I heard her sigh in relief and she suckled
first my top and then my bottom lip.  I moaned softly and pulled her
body up against mine.  God I felt good!  I heard the words coming out of
my mouth, "God, I feel so good right now."
 
She smiled. "Me too.  Walter ...  damn ..."
 
"Yeah?"
 
"That was ... absolutely ... incredible."
 
I looked at her tenderly.  "You were incredible," I countered.
 
"No, I mean ..."
 
"Shhh, don't analyze it Syd. Just go with it."
 
She looked sad for a moment but then nodded.
 
I pulled back and met her eyes again.  "If you need to say something,
say it."
 
"Where is this going?" she asked and then winced as if she knew she
plunging headlong into a dangerous situation.
 
"Someplace wonderful, I hope."
 
She looked at me fearfully, but with hope in her eyes.  She licked her
lips.  "Define this wonderful place," she said quietly.
 
I sighed and laid down on my back and pulled her up to snuggle against
my side.  After a moment she said, "You don't have to answer
that."
 
I squeezed her to me and said, "I will.  I'm just trying to find the
words."
 
"Something happened to you, didn't it?"
 
"Yes."
 
"What was it?"
 
I hesitated.  Mulder and Scully had told me I probably shouldn't tell
her right away about my relationship with them.  They were probably
right but I couldn't come up with another way to explain this.  And if
I wanted a relationship with Sydney that was worth a damn, I needed to
be totally honest with her.
 
"I found out some things about Mulder and Scully."
 
She raised an eyebrow when I looked down at her but said nothing.
 
I continued.  "They have a unique lifestyle outside of the office."
 
"Like what?"
 
"They engage in role play or a ... D/s relationship.  Do you know what
that is?"
 
She gave me a 'you've got to be kidding look' and nodded in the
affirmative.  "Are you forgetting whom you're talking to?" she
asked.
 
"No, I'm not, I just ... just because you do ... what you do ...
doesn't mean your familiar with the other lifestyles out there ... not
the healthy ones anyway."
 
She smiled.  "I'm very familiar with them.  I've been invited in
on them from time to time.  Not all my clients have been singles."
 
I nodded, feeling a twinge at that admission.  I knew where she'd
been, vaguely, but maybe my imagination was worse than the reality. 
Then again, maybe not.  Clients.  It was such a cold word.  Right now, I
was a client, but I knew I meant more to her than that.  I couldn't
fault her for having all those emotional walls.
 
I shook my head to clear the cobwebs.  "Well that's sort of what
happened."
 
"What do you mean?"
 
"I got invited in."
 
She lurched up onto her elbow and looked down at me.  "You're
kidding, as a third?"
 
I nodded.
 
She swallowed harshly.  "So you got to be with her after all."  She
paused, her face a mask of sadness.  "No wonder you haven't called
me."  I could tell that bothered her more than she was willing to say
when she turned her face away from me. 
 
I turned to her.  "It was over a month since I last saw you before
they asked me.  I hadn't called because ... I was afraid of the things
I was starting to feel for you.  And they found out about you.  I
didn't want you get hurt.  At first, I didn't know how they would
react."
 
"How did they find out?"
 
"They found one my tapes."
 
"And they watched it?"
 
I sighed.  "I was attacked.  Somebody broke in here and I surprised
them."
 
"Walter!  Were you hurt?"
 
"A little.  Mulder and Scully came to help.  Scully patched me up and
they had friends sweep for bugs.  They found my camera."  She knew
that I had taped her, had consented to it beforehand.  Somehow I
couldn't bring myself to do it without her knowing.
 
She just stared waiting for the rest of the story.
 
"I went last week, on a Friday.  I was with her on Friday and
Saturday, always with him there.  And then again yesterday."
 
"That's all?" she asked curiously.
 
I nodded.  "Yeah."
 
"Do you plan on going back?"
 
"I don't know."
 
"Was it good?" she asked, in a detached sort of way.
 
"Physically, it was mind blowing."
 
She closed her eyes and sighed.  "Then what's the problem?"
 
"Several things."
 
"Gonna tell me about them?"
 
"Are you sure you want to hear it?"
 
"I ... yes, I need to hear it ... if we are going to keep seeing each
other."  She hesitated but then admitted, "It shouldn't matter to
me, ... but it does. I feel like if you can have the woman of your
fantasies, you wouldn't want me anymore."
 
I wondered if she meant as a client.  I would have to get to the part
about her quitting the street real soon.  But not yet.  "She's
pregnant."
 
"Oh God," she whispered.
 
"Yeah, and I guess I took her a little rough yesterday and she broke a
blood vessel in her ... vagina.  She hemorrhaged and we thought she was
going to lose the baby."
 
Sydney's hand came up to her mouth.  "Oh Jesus, Walter.  I'm so
sorry."
 
"She didn't, but it was a scare all right.  They don't blame me. 
I can't imagine why, but they don't."
 
"Because they know you and they know you would never intentionally
harm her.  If they thought that, you never would have been invited to
join them in the first place."
 
I stared at the ceiling.  "There's more."
 
She leaned down and kissed my cheek.  "Tell me."
 
"She loves him, so much it's scary. I mean she places total,
absolute trust in that man to protect her, to make sure nothing happens
to her."
 
"Do you think her trust was shaken?"
 
"It didn't seem to be, but I guess only time will tell.  They need
to be gentle for the rest of her pregnancy."
 
"And that's not what you want."  It was statement.
 
I looked at her again.  "I can be gentle," I said, sounding hurt to
my own ears.
 
She smiled. "I know you can.  You just proved that."
 
I smiled again.  "It's not the gentle part that bugs me."
 
"What then?"
 
"As good as it was, I'd always be the outsider.  I'll always be
the third.  I'll always be ... sharing her with the permission of
Mulder."
 
"Ah," she said softly.
 
"Not that the sex isn't great, and not that I don't genuinely care
for both of them, but I don't love them.  Sooner and later ... that
won't be enough.  I need something more."
 
"Like what?"
 
"Someone that is just mine, that I don't have to share, not their
love anyway.  Physically, with you, the sex is just as mind blowing,"
I said quietly.  "But with you, there's something else, Sydney. 
Something that isn't there, even with Scully, despite our
friendship."
 
She looked at me strangely then.  "Is that why I'm here?  I win by
default?"
 
I looked down the length of my body, not sure what to say next.  "No,
Sydney ..." I began.
 
She held up a hand to stop me.  "Walter, ... you know I care for you
more than any man I've ever known.  God knows why, you've always
treated me like shit."
 
I chuffed a sound of agreement.
 
"Physically, with you, the sex is just as mind blowing, Sydney."
 
She looked at me, obviously skeptical.
 
I said quietly, "But with you there's something else, something more
than physical.  And I'm so sorry I've treated you like shit."
 
"Well, you did and you didn't.  You saw me as an object of your
fantasies, but you still never hurt me.  You were rough, but you were
always careful to not hurt me.  Plus, you made sure most times that I
found pleasure when we were together.  Do you know how rare it is for me
to feel pleasure with a man?"
 
I looked at her.
 
There was moisture in her eyes.  "Most men are in it for themselves. 
They don't care about me ... and why should they?  I'm a prostitute.
 That's what I'm here for, to fulfill their needs, not the other way
around."
 
"Doesn't seem very fair."
 
"It's not, but that's reality.  I chose to do this to survive so I
can't kick and make a fuss or cry 'why me'?  Why not me?  I made
my bed, so to speak, and now I have to lie in it."
 
"Why did you start?"
 
"My parents are strict Catholics.  They found out I was sleeping with
my boyfriend and they kicked me to the curb.  I was sixteen years old. 
I snuck back into the house when they weren't there, packed as much of
my stuff as I could and never looked back.  My boyfriend told me he
wasn't going to date a homeless person.  Nice, huh? 
 
"I moved from Maryland down here and I was ... starving, living in
shelters for a couple of years.  I had odd jobs cleaning houses here and
there but once they knew I didn't have a home, they would give me the
boot.  I lived in nasty hotels that would let you pay by the day.  If I
had the money, I slept there.  If not, I crashed on a bench in the train
station.  This went on for a couple of years.  
 
"I kept thinking I was going to get a decent job and be able to get an
apartment.  I never had enough all at once.  So, one day I was walking
to the shelter to get some lunch.  I was broke.  I think I had 55 cents
in my pocket.  This guy stopped me on the street.  He offered me $25 for
a blowjob."
 
I cringed, but remained silent.  If she going to open up, I wasn't go
to interrupt her.  My conversation with Mulder and Scully came back to
me then about her doing this because she had to, not because she wanted
to.
 
"I was desperate and depressed and figured, why not?  I can't get
pregnant from that.  Of course, I wasn't thinking about disease at the
time.  So I followed him to this fleabag hotel and I ... did what he
wanted.  He liked it so much that he gave me $35.  I took the money and
went to Wendy's.  I gorged myself on a hamburger and the salad bar and
a baked potato.  I felt better than I had in days.  I felt dirty and
guilty but ... I wasn't hungry anymore.
 
"Soon after, I was walking to the shelter again and I was approached
by Carlos.  He said 'a friend' had told him I gave terrific head. 
Ha!  He said it like I should have been preening under the compliment. 
But he said a girl couldn't work alone.  I could work for him and he
would protect me."
 
She paused, looking like she felt stupid for accepting his offer.
 
"The rest is history.  Then I got an apartment, which he paid for
until I could pay him back.  I got used to the money, Walter.  It's a
hard thing to give up.  I make more in one night than I could make in a
week as a bag girl or something."
 
I rolled up onto my side and she lied down on her back, staring up at
me, looking so sad again.  I didn't like that expression of melancholy
on her face that she wore so often.  Now that I thought about it, it had
always been there.
 
"How old were you?"
 
"When I started hooking?"
 
I nodded.
 
"Nineteen."
 
"How old are you now?"
 
"Twenty-four.  I know now that the price is high and this life isn't
what I want for myself and that it's dangerous.  But I just don't
know what else to do now."
 
I took a deep breath.  Now was the time.  "Sydney, you deserve so much
more than you have.  I want you to quit," I said softly.
 
Her eyes got wide and she said nothing for a moment and then she licked
her lips, an incredulous look on her face.  "And do what?" she
asked.
 
"I'll help you."
 
"I don't know how to do anything, Walter."
 
"Have you ever used a computer?"
 
"No."
 
"Do you know how to type?"
 
"No."
 
I sighed.  "I can get you some training through unemployment."
 
"And what do I use to pay the rent in the meantime, genius?" she
asked, her world-weary persona showing through again.
 
"Nothing.  You could stay here.  You could waitress in the meantime or
something.  Anybody can do that.  And if you don't have rent,
waitressing should give you enough money to live on till we found you
some training."
 
Now her jaw dropped open.  "You can't be serious ..." she said,
her voice trailing off.
 
"You said you would leave the job for me."
 
She shook her head.  "I guess I did, but I never thought it was ..."
 
"Something I'd take you up on?" I volunteered.
 
"I meant it at the time."
 
"And now?"
 
She looked at me, her eyes pooling with wetness.  "I don't know. 
Why do you want to help me?"
 
"Because I care about you," I stated simply.
 
"Not cause you want a free piece of ass?" she tried to joke, but it
fell flat.
 
I shook my head.  "No, I can have that now, remember?  If I wanted
it," I added, implying that I didn't.  I would always be attracted
to Scully but the same was true with Sydney.  They were both just my
type.  There was a vulnerability to Sydney that drew me like a magnet. 
Under all that false bravado was a scared little girl that wanted to be
taken care of.  Something about that appealed to my inner caveman and I
was helpless against the pull of it.  Scully was submissive by choice. 
That was a role she adopted because of her trust in Mulder, not her
trust in me.  I didn't necessarily want a submissive woman, but I
wanted someone that would trust me and love me.  Scully would never love
me.  And I would never love her.  Those were just the facts.  I knew
deep down, although I'd been scared to face it, that I could fall in
love with Sydney.
 
She nodded and looked away quickly.  I reached out and tipped her chin
back towards me with two fingers.  
 
"Sydney, I don't know all the reasons why I want to help you.  I
haven't worked it all out yet.  I'll be honest.  I just know that I
do.  I know that I feel like shit every time I watch you leave and know
you could be in danger.  I know I feel like shit for treating you like a
..."
 
"Whore?" she volunteered, the corners of her mouth turning up
slightly like she was amused.
 
"Like an object for my use with no feelings.  And I'm sorry about
that.  More sorry than you'll ever know."
 
"I don't want your pity, Walter.  I don't deserve it."
 
"It's not pity."
 
"Oh no?"
 
"No ... I didn't want to ... I'm mad at myself, but I do care
about you Sydney ... more than a little.  I really do."  I paused and
then said, "I don't want you to leave.  It scares the hell out of
me, but ... I'm falling for you."
 
She stared at me again, licking her lips.  "You're a strange man,
Walter."
 
"Yeah, well, no one ever accused me of being normal," I said dryly.
 
She laughed then, and the clear tinkling sound of it washed away the
last of my doubts and indecision.  
 
"Let me help you, Sydney," I whispered.