From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2000 11:34:03 -0500
Subject: Fantasies (Definitely NC-17) by K. Benton
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Title: Fantasies 
Author: Katherine Benton
Rating: NC-17 for consensual and 
non-consensual sexual situations, 
deviant sexual situations
Category:  Smut, plain and simple.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Mulder has a fantasy that 
Scully doesn't approve of. Can he 
make her approve? Pure smut.
Disclaimer: These characters are 
the property of Chris Carter and 
Ten Thirteen Productions. I'm only 
borrowing them. I have no money so 
please don't sue me.

Fantasies
Katherine Benton

"Everyone has that sort of fantasy 
at some point, Scully."

She looked at him reprovingly. "I 
might believe that every man does, 
Mulder. But it would only occur to 
very sick men that a woman might 
have such a fantasy. I don't want 
to think of you in that context, so 
let's end this conversation here." 
She turned and looked back out the 
car window.

"Scully, I know that no woman wants 
that to happen to her," he said 
softly.

She nodded without looking back at 
him. "I know you know that, 
Mulder." They were silent for 
another few seconds.

"But you have to admit that the 
idea of something a little 
dangerous turns you on." This was 
delivered in a whisper with a 
playful tone.

"Mulder!" she exclaimed, warningly.

"I bet I could prove to you that 
you'd like it," he continued, 
ignoring her threatening tone.

"I bet you'd enjoy the hell out of 
trying to prove it to me," she 
declared, her tone making it 
obvious that she was earnestly 
shocked by his statement.

"I know I would," came his instant 
reply. She glanced at him. Even 
though he was driving the car, he 
was entirely focused on her--
staring at her with an openly 
lustful expression tinged with 
mischief.

She knew she'd better get control 
of this conversation while she 
still could. "Well, Mulder, you 
might have had the chance to try if 
we were lovers. Bad luck for you 
that you're my partner and not my 
boyfriend." She was a fool if she 
thought that would shut him down.

"I could change that." His tone was 
still lustful and exaggeratedly 
confident.

She turned to face him again, an 
incredulous look on her face. 
"You're feeling very sure of 
yourself."

"I know you're tempted...curious."

"I certainly am not," she responded 
indignantly.

"We'll see," he said 
softly...dismissively. 

Her eyes widened. "What in the hell 
does that mean?" she asked in a 
high pitched tone. He had turned 
his attention fully back to the 
road. "Mulder," she repeated 
loudly, "what in the hell is that 
supposed to mean?" He still said 
nothing, but she saw him smother a 
grin. "Fox William Mulder," she 
declared in a firm voice, "I 
strongly recommend that you 
remember that I am a fully trained, 
armed FBI agent. I can defend 
myself very effectively and I would 
never hesitate to do so."

He nodded, still without looking 
back at her. "That's what makes it 
fun for me...beyond the obvious 
reason, of course." He could feel 
her eyes bore through him in 
amazement and righteous anger but 
the only protest that she could 
voice was a sharp exhaling of 
breath.

***

Scully entered her apartment 
cautiously. She opened the door 
fully, standing well back from it 
until she could completely see 
inside. Seeing nothing, she entered 
and carefully searched each room 
and the closets before she relaxed. 
This was ridiculous. She and Mulder 
had that conversation over a week 
ago and Mulder had not acted on his 
insinuations in any way. Scully 
laughed at herself--for an entire 
week she had been treating her 
apartment and car like crime 
scenes. "I've got to stop this." 
Shaking her head, she went to her 
kitchen to start dinner.

Mulder, watching Scully through an 
open window with binoculars from 
his car, smiled. He knew it would 
only be a matter of time before she 
forgot their conversation and then 
he'd take great pleasure in 
reminding her of it.

***

Scully juggled her dry cleaning in 
one hand and her briefcase and 
laptop case in the other while 
trying to open her door. First, the 
key refused to go in the lock. Then 
the knob refused to turn. When it 
finally did, she kicked the door 
hard with the top of her shoe in 
frustration and it flew open. 
Scully stumbled into her apartment 
in an attempt to make it to the 
couch before everything in her arms 
dumped to the floor. It was not 
meant to be.

Rough hands grabbed her from behind 
and before she processed what was 
happening, she was on the floor 
face down. Instinctively she 
reached for her gun, but she saw 
the clip slide in one direction 
across her hardwood floor and the 
gun itself in the other. Foiled in 
the most obvious solution, she 
reached for the end-table leg a few 
feet in front of her--either the 
table itself or the lamp on it 
would make a good weapon. She felt 
her attacker straddle her waist, 
using his weight to pin her. His 
hands grasped hers. Forcing her 
more fully onto her stomach, he 
dragged her hands behind her and 
she heard cuffs fasten over her 
wrists.

"Mulder, let me up..." she yelled, 
figuring out what was happening. 
Your average citizen didn't own 
cuffs. She tried to shift her 
weight enough to see him, but he 
was still sitting on her back and 
she couldn't turn her head 
sufficiently. A strip of cloth 
passed in front of her eyes and was 
tied behind her head, blindfolding 
her. The weight raised off her but 
before she could react, the hands 
turned her over on her back and 
finished tying the blindfold 
securely in place by doubling the 
fabric over her eyes again and 
tying it in front.

"God damn it, Mulder. I'm going to 
kill you." His weight caused the 
cuffs to dig into the flesh of her 
wrists behind her back. She 
squirmed. The hands lifted her 
effortlessly off the floor and 
carried her from the living room to 
let her fall onto the bed in the 
next room. She was forced onto her 
stomach again and she felt the 
handcuffs release. She pulled away 
hard and was rewarded for her 
efforts when the full weight of her 
attacker fell across her chest, 
pinning her to the bed. Her hands 
were dragged above her head and she 
was again handcuffed--this time to 
the headboard of her bed. Since her 
attacker was sitting on her chest, 
she swung her legs up and caught 
him around the shoulders intending 
to pull him down and kick him. She 
was mad now--if Mulder got hurt, 
that was too damn bad. But her 
attacker anticipated her move. 
Twisting around while she pulled 
him down, he pinned her legs with 
his hands and his full weight. She 
heard another set of cuffs and felt 
them close over one ankle and the 
footboard. The same procedure was 
repeated with another set of cuffs 
and her other ankle. She was now 
cuffed, face up but spread eagle, 
on the bed. Her heart started to 
pound.

It had been weeks since she and 
Mulder had that stupid 
conversation. She had completely 
forgotten it and she thought he had 
too. A terrifying thought occurred 
to her. What if this wasn't Mulder? 
The man hadn't said a word or made 
an identifiable sound. She didn't 
smell Mulder's cologne. Surely 
Mulder would have been laughing 
over his little joke by now. She 
had a little trouble believing he 
would take the joke so far as to 
tie her to the bed...especially in 
this particular position.

"Ok, Mulder. You've had your fun. 
Let me up." She spoke in a much 
calmer voice than she would have 
believed herself capable of 
mustering. There was no response. 
She listened. Nothing. The room 
remained silent for an eternity. 
"Mulder, you're not scaring me and 
you're certainly not arousing me. 
Now let me up while I'll still 
consider not killing you for this." 
Still no response. Just silence.

And then she heard a zipper and the 
sound of clothing rustling. 

She opened her mouth to scream. A 
hand clamped roughly over her 
mouth, stifling the scream. She 
tried to wrench her face aside but 
he pressed harder. She couldn't 
breath. She felt tears come to her 
eyes and panic rush over her. With 
an effort, she held back a sob. The 
pressure of the hand on her mouth 
lessened and just before she was 
about to try to scream again, a 
voice whispered in her ear.

"Are you still sure you're not a 
little scared?"

The hand released her mouth. A 
breath escaped her and she found 
herself gasping. When she finally 
had enough control to speak again, 
her voice was deadly. "Mulder, I am 
going to quit literally kill you. 
You let me up right now. This isn't 
even a little bit funny."

She felt his hands pass lightly 
down her arms, her neck, her sides, 
to stop at her waist at the end of 
her suit jacket. Her breath 
quickened for a reason unassociated 
with fright. The hands slid over 
her stomach and slowly unbuttoned 
the jacket, spreading the fabric 
wide open when they were done. "I'm 
not trying to be funny," the voice 
whispered again.

"Fuck you, Mulder," she spat, 
vehemently.

"That's exactly my plan," he 
replied softly and she felt the bed 
dip as he straddled her waist. 
"First, I want you to answer a 
question--are any of the items of 
clothing you are wearing a gift?"

"What?!"

"Is anything you're wearing a 
gift?"

"No, but..."

"Ok, good," he interrupted. "Now 
here are the rules. If you want me 
to stop, I will. Immediately. Just 
say 'stop.' But if you say it--I 
will. Completely. I'll uncuff you 
and walk away. Do you understand?"

Scully knew her response should 
simply be to say 'stop' right then. 
To end this before it started. But 
it had already started and she 
found all she could do was nod.

"Do you believe I'll stop?"

"Of course I do, Mulder," she 
whispered breathlessly.

"Good," he whispered again and 
before she could say anything else, 
she felt his hands at the collar of 
her blouse as he ripped it open. 
She heard buttons fly across the 
room.

"Mulder!" she yelled, shocked. 
"This is a silk blouse!"

His hands grasped her jaw roughly. 
"I'll buy you a new one. You can 
say 'stop' and nothing else. If you 
say anything else, I'll put tape 
over your mouth and you'll just be 
out of luck."

Scully fell silent at that. She 
didn't really believe he would do 
that. But then she didn't really 
believe he'd take this little game 
this far. She might as well be 
naked from the waist up. The bra 
she was wearing wouldn't leave much 
to the imagination. She heard a 
sharp click that she couldn't 
identify and then felt something 
cold against her skin. It was 
small. Mulder slid it along her 
stomach. It scratched her skin. It 
was a knife. Mulder heard her sharp 
intake of breath.

"Jesus, Mulder...what in the 
hell..."

She felt the knife's blade on her 
lips. "I'll tape your mouth," he 
said again softly. The straps of 
her bra, which had been cutting 
into her shoulders since her arms 
were pulled sharply above her head, 
suddenly slackened. She felt the 
bra slide from underneath her. The 
knife was forgotten as Scully 
realized she was indeed now naked 
from the waist up. She felt fingers 
unbuttoning the button on her 
skirt. Her breathing quickened 
again. The zipper pulled down 
quickly and immediately afterward 
she heard fabric ripping. The 
skirt, like the bra before it, 
slipped underneath her and 
disappeared. 

She heard Mulder laugh and knew the 
cause of his amusement instantly. 
This morning, instead of panty 
hose, she had decided to wear thigh 
high stockings and a garter belt. 
"I like it," he whispered. "Sexy. I 
think we'll leave that in place." 
He played with the straps on the 
garter for a moment before he 
continued, "But these have got to 
go." She felt his hands on her 
panties and the blade of the knife 
on her hip. Its use now became 
clear. Mulder couldn't pull her 
clothes off--the cuffs made that 
impossible--so he had cut them off 
her. He cut through one side of her 
panties and then the other and slid 
them off. Except for the open 
blouse, jacket, and stockings, 
Scully was completely nude. She 
needed to stop this right now.

Before she could speak, Mulder's 
hand ran up her leg. Lightly. 
Barely touching her with his finger 
tips. His other hand followed up 
the other leg. When he reached her 
hip, he flattened his hands over 
them and softly but firmly slid 
both hands up her flat abdomen 
until they stopped under her 
breasts, barely brushing them. Her 
breathing was erratic, hitching in 
her throat. Shifting his hands, he 
rubbed them over her ribcage, 
leaving his thumbs under her 
breasts. Her head fell to one side, 
mouth slightly open. Hands slid 
along the sides of her breasts, 
pushing them together slightly, to 
travel up her chest, throat, and to 
her face. He cradled her face and 
leaned over.

She felt his weight shift but only 
realized he was now leaning over 
her inches from her lips when she 
felt his breath on her cheek. She 
could feel the heat of his body 
over hers, but not the weight of 
it. Suddenly, his lips descended on 
hers, possessively claiming her 
mouth. She yielded willingly, 
moaning slightly as he kissed her. 
Finally, he leaned against her, the 
length of his body fully on top of 
her, his broad chest crushing 
against her breasts, his erection 
pressing against her hip, his legs 
between hers. Still cradling her 
face in his hands, he continued 
kissing her until she thought she'd 
pass out.

She turned her face to breath and 
Mulder's lips slid down her neck, 
traced a soft line over her 
collarbone, and then plunged 
between her breasts. His hands 
returned to the sides of her 
breasts and then slid over them 
fully. She moaned out loud. He 
suckled her right breast while 
gently twisting her left nipple 
with his fingers. When she began to 
writhe under him, he shifted his 
mouth to the other breast and 
trailed his hand down her stomach, 
across her hips, to her thigh. He 
caressed the inside of her thigh. 
Her hips pressed against him 
encouraging more.

Leaving her breasts, he traced a 
wet line down her body with his 
tongue, placing kisses over her 
hips. She felt his weight slide 
down her body with his lips and she 
could tell he was now kneeling 
between her legs. 'Omigod,' she 
thought. She was completely naked 
and he was kneeling between her 
legs, caressing the insides of her 
thighs and playing with the straps 
of the garter. She could feel his 
hot breath and she knew what he was 
about to do. She wanted it. But 
this was too intimate.

"Mulder, I've never done..." A 
finger fell over her lips and the 
weight shifted on the bed again.

"Do you want me to stop?" he 
whispered.

"I've never done...this. I don't 
know how I feel about..." A hand 
replaced the finger.

"Do you want me to stop? Yes or 
no." She shook her head no. "Then 
be quiet."

The breath returned to her most 
private place. She shivered. The 
hands returned to her thighs. He 
caressed them firmly, working his 
way from just above her knees to 
directly between her legs. He moved 
his palms to her hips and his 
fingers played with the V of curls. 
His thumbs moved between her legs, 
outside, along the edges of where 
she was now desperate to feel them. 
His hand shifted from her hip and 
she finally felt his fingers part 
her slick folds. She moaned and 
writhed under his touch.

He slowly moved his fingers back 
and forth--between her folds, to 
her clit, and back again. Over and 
over, spreading moisture. She knew 
she was incredibly wet. His thumb 
slowly and softly began to circle 
her clit. She pressed against his 
hand but it left her. She 
whimpered.

Then she felt a different 
feeling...his tongue parting her 
folds, running the length of her 
slit, dipping into it slightly, and 
circling her clit. Just as his 
fingers had been doing. But this 
was phenomenal. She bit her lip to 
hold back a scream as he began to 
suckle her clit while stroking her 
with his fingers. Scully came hard, 
screaming Mulder's name, and 
writhing under him madly.

He waited until she regained some 
control before leaning his full 
weight over her and reaching to 
unlock the cuffs. She thought he 
would release her and she relaxed. 
She was wrong. He turned her over 
on her stomach and handcuffed her 
to the bed again. This time he left 
her legs free, pulling the 
stockings and garter belt off her. 
He placed the pillows from the bed 
under her hips. Before she 
completely understood what was 
happening, he entered her with one 
finger. 

She drew a sharp breath. 

"Do you want me to stop?" he 
repeated. She shook her head. He 
entered her again with his fingers, 
more slowly. As she responded, he 
pushed into her more quickly and 
used his other hand to play with 
her sensitive clit. Soon she was 
moaning again and Mulder could tell 
she was close. He stopped.

"God, Mulder, don't stop," she 
whispered desperately. The reason 
he stopped was at once evident---
she felt his erection press against 
her entrance.

"Tell me you want this," he 
whispered.

She fairly snorted. "You're asking 
me now?!"

"Tell me you want this," he 
repeated.

"The time to have asked me is long 
past, Mulder."

"Scully," her name was a plea, his 
voice that of a desperate man.

"I want this," she whispered in 
reply.

Barely had the sentence left her 
mouth before he pulled her to her 
hands and knees and slammed into 
her. She screamed and he saw her 
clench her fists. He stopped, still 
inside her, but not moving. "Are 
you alright?" She took a deep 
breath and nodded her head. He 
returned to thrusting into her. He 
was rough...out of control...and it 
had been years since Scully had 
been with a man. He held her hips 
firmly and pulled her back against 
him with each thrust. When she 
began to relax and respond to the 
fast paced rhythm, he reached 
around, under her. His hands roamed 
up her stomach to cup the full 
weight of her breasts, kneading 
them. They then slid back down and 
his left hand caressed her clit. 
She moaned. She felt his right hand 
on her buttocks, his fingers 
caressing her, spreading her 
buttocks, spreading moisture. She 
felt his fingers over her anus, 
caressing her there. Still 
thrusting into her, still stroking 
her clit, she felt his finger 
slowly enter her other opening. She 
gasped.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No," he could tell she was going 
to say more.

He interrupted her. "I'm not going 
to do anything more than this. I 
won't do anything to hurt you or 
anything you don't want. Remember, 
all you have to do is ask me to 
stop." She nodded but remained 
silent.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"God no...don't stop," she 
breathed.

He pushed into her slowly, pushing 
his finger into her in tandem with 
his thrusts. His left hand 
continued to fondle her clit. He 
felt her tilt her hips back, 
encouraging more. He complied, 
increasing his pace slightly. She 
thrust back against him harder and 
he returned to his previous rhythm. 
This time when she came, her legs 
collapsed beneath her in exhaustion 
and she fell. He slid out of her, 
toppling onto her on the bed. He 
massaged her back lightly as she 
regained control again.

When he reached to unlock the 
cuffs, her body was limp. She 
offered no resistance as he turned 
her over on her back and removed 
the torn blouse and jacket. He did 
not replace the cuffs but she 
didn't seem to notice. He trailed 
kisses along her body--over her 
neck, collarbone, shoulders, 
between her breasts. 

"Are you alright?" he whispered. 
She nodded enthusiastically. He 
laughed softly and used his knee to 
part her legs. He knelt between 
them, running his hands over her 
trembling body. Her legs were 
shaking with fatigue from their 
last position. He again slid the 
pillows under her hips and stroked 
her folds. He entered her slowly 
and gently. She moaned contentedly 
and reached for his shoulders to 
pull him down. He let her wrap her 
arms around his neck and nuzzled 
her ear as he thrust slowly into 
her. His hands kneaded her breasts. 
He felt her nails scratching softly 
against his back before they 
descended to his hips to quicken 
his pace. 

She felt the full weight of his 
body leave hers. He had pushed 
himself up to have a better angle 
to push into her. It finally 
registered that her hands were 
free. Slowly she reached up to the 
blindfold over her eyes. Her hands 
encountered silk--it was his tie. 
She untied the knot but didn't pull 
the fabric from her eyes. She 
realized that he had stopped moving 
inside her and felt his hand close 
over hers on the blindfold. He 
pulled it off her.

Until that moment, her world had 
been one of sensory deprivation. 
She had felt and heard him, but not 
seen him. Everything that had 
happened had felt 
isolated...imaginary...anonymous. 
Now she opened her eyes and saw her 
partner over her. She looked down 
their bodies and saw him pressed 
against her, inside her. She looked 
into his face and saw a mixture of 
emotions in his eyes--raw, primal 
desire, tenderness, a little fear, 
and something else her mind refused 
to believe. She watched him study 
her expression.

Until this moment, he had proceeded 
guided by the reactions of her 
body. Now he could see his 
partner's eyes. Scully's eyes. He 
saw desire. He knew he would. He 
also saw fear, apprehension, 
uncertainty. He caressed her cheek 
and her eyes fluttered closed. 
"Look at me," he whispered. Her 
eyes opened again at the order, 
searching his eyes, following the 
movement of his body as he leaned 
down to kiss her. The kiss was 
gentle, extremely tender--meant to 
sooth her sudden anxiety. She 
moaned into his mouth.

His hands and lips made love to her 
body again--touching her breasts, 
thighs, ears, neck--all the while 
without pulling out of her...all 
the while watching her. And she 
watched him, amazed by the look in 
his eyes. She felt him twitch 
inside her and her hands moved back 
to his hips. She pulled him against 
her and thrust her hips against 
him. He resumed gently thrusting 
into her. His hands returned to her 
clit, circling it very softly, not 
certain how sensitive she still 
was. He felt her muscles tense 
around him and this time he came 
too, moaning loudly, "Jesus, I love 
you, Scully. Love 
you...loveyou...loveyou...."

He collapsed on top of her, lying 
still for several moments, 
breathing hard. When he pulled out 
of her, he gathered her in his arms 
and pulled her tight against his 
chest. Rolling over onto his back, 
he pulled her on top of him. She 
relaxed her body against his, her 
check against his chest. His hands 
lightly traced patterns over her 
back, buttocks, and thighs. She was 
perfectly still.

"Do you realize what you just said 
to me?" she whispered after a few 
moments of silence. Her cheek was 
still against his chest. He 
couldn't see her face.

"Of course I do--I said I love 
you," he replied.

She nodded. Even without being able 
to see her face, he could see the 
guarded look return to it. He could 
feel her walls rising around her. 
"Is saying that just instinctual--
something you automatically say to 
a woman in this situation--or is 
there any truth to it?" she asked 
quietly.

She felt his body tense and heard 
his sharp intake of breath. He 
pulled them both to a sitting 
position in one swift movement and 
stared into her eyes. She averted 
her gaze but, hand under her chin, 
he forced her to look at him. He 
looked panicked, hurt, shocked. 
"Scully, if I had thought for a 
second that you believed this was 
just some sort of a game, I would 
have never touched you." He paused 
and she looked away again. His 
fingers tightened on her jaw. "Look 
at me," he demanded. She did 
automatically at his tone. "Scully, 
you are my partner and the best 
friend I have in the world. The 
best friend I've ever had in my 
entire life. You are the only 
family I have--maybe the only 
family I ever had. I would *never* 
sleep with any woman casually--much 
less you." She exhaled and looked 
down again.

"Look at me," he demanded again. 
Again she complied. "I have meant 
every word I ever said to you. You 
make me a whole person...you are my 
touchstone. I wanted so much to 
make love to you after those 
conversations. If circumstances 
like alien viruses and mysterious 
brain surgery hadn't prevented me 
from doing so, I might have. I 
never meant for this to be just sex 
and if I had thought that was how 
you were seeing it, I would have 
stopped. I love you, Scully. I 
tried to show you that."

She closed her eyes, the memory of 
his hands and lips washing over 
her. "You did, Mulder," she 
whispered. "I just never..." she 
found she was confused and 
breathless. Lost for what she 
wanted to say. "I know you've 
always meant everything you've said 
to me. I just...wasn't sure you 
knew what it meant to me. I didn't 
know if you intended it as I took 
it."

"I did. And I told you before, 
plainly, that I loved you." They 
both knew he was referring to 
Bermuda. "And I meant it then. I 
wasn't drugged. I wasn't comatose. 
I love you, Scully. I have for a 
very long time."

"God, Mulder," she whispered, 
drawing herself against him, arms 
wrapped around his chest. He leaned 
back against the headboard and 
pulled her with him.

"I love you," he repeated softly. 
"I didn't mean this as a game or as 
a one night stand. It obvious that 
shocks you...that you need some 
time to decide what you want..." 

Hands on his chest, she pushed 
herself off him, looking into his 
eyes. It was his turn to see panic 
and hurt. "No, Mulder," she said 
firmly but in a small voice. "I 
didn't mean to give you that 
impression." Her hands slid up his 
chest to cup his face. "I wanted 
this. I want you. God, Mulder 
surely you realize how much I love 
you. I'm invested in the X Files, 
but a long time before I was so 
invested I stayed because I had 
fallen in love with you. I still 
stay because I love you. I have 
wanted more with you for a very 
long time, but I've been afraid to 
push you. Your life has been so 
hard...so abusive...I wanted to 
give you time to come to this 
yourself. I didn't want to push you 
along on another emotional 
rollercoaster you weren't ready for 
or couldn't handle. Enough people 
in your life have caused you pain. 
I won't be one of them. I was 
willing to wait. But I definitely 
want this...and you." 

He pulled her back against him. "I 
love you more than I can express," 
he whispered, kissing her hair.

"I think you expressed yourself 
pretty well, Mulder." 

He laughed softly at that. "I hope 
I didn't hurt you. You screamed 
pretty loud a few times..."

She snickered. "Mulder, you didn't 
hurt me. You did surprise the hell 
out of me more than once. I see 
clearly that the intensity I've 
observed in other aspects of your 
life, certainly is evident in...all 
parts of your life." He laughed 
again. After a few moments pause 
she continued. "And I have never 
done any of the things we just did 
before, so if I was screaming, you 
shouldn't be surprised." He looked 
at her, concerned, a question on 
his lips. Scully recognized it and 
laughed. "Of course I'd...been with 
a man before. I did live with Jack. 
But I never..." she stopped self-
consciously. "Well you figure it 
out, Mulder."

He looked at her playfully. 
"Perhaps, I will. Right now I'd 
like to take a shower. And I want 
you in it too." Without warning, he 
pulled her from the bed. She 
protested automatically to the way 
he dragged her but the playful look 
left his eyes after a moment and he 
stopped. "I won't pull you into the 
shower, Scully. A couple of the 
things that happened tonight were 
already a little too close to 
things you described to me...I 
don't want to push it any further. 
I'm taking a shower. I'd like you 
to come with me. I'm asking you to. 
I won't push you to."

Her eyes locked on his as 
comprehension registered. She 
looked at her bathroom door. "You 
could never remind me of him, 
Mulder. Never, no matter what you 
did."

He nodded and pulled her gently 
into the bathroom. He turned on the 
water, and when it was hot, he 
pushed her into it. He watched it 
wash over her body, watched her 
close her eyes at the sensation. He 
ran his hands over her water-
slickened body but she stopped him. 
"My turn," she whispered as her 
hands slid up his arms. He felt 
desire rush over him as she 
massaged the muscles in his arms 
appreciatively. "You have such 
strong arms," she murmured as her 
hands trailed to his chest. Her 
eyes were closed as she explored 
his body, so he watched her. The 
sight of her small hands on his 
chest made him hard again. His 
mouth fell open and his breathing 
deepened as her hands slid down his 
body. He watched in fascination as 
they cupped his balls. Her fingers 
gently played with him while her 
thumbs moved to softly stroke his 
shaft. She drew her hands down the 
length of his member to the tip and 
back, softly at first and then with 
more firmness. Seeing her hands 
wrapped around him made his groin 
tighten. He closed his eyes.

He felt her lips on his collarbone 
and than felt her tongue trace a 
stream of water down his body. 
Before his mind registered what was 
happening, she was kneeling on the 
floor of the shower slowly licking 
water off his shaft. He grabbed the 
curtain rod and towel rack for 
support as she teased his head with 
her tongue. When she took him fully 
in her mouth and began to suck him, 
he thanked God that they had just 
made love. If he hadn't already 
been exhausted, she would be very 
sorry. 

Mulder was no longer a teenage boy. 
He was well into his forties and 
twice in one evening was going to 
be an accomplishment- one he was 
well on his way to achieving if she 
kept that up. Her tongue was flat 
on the underside of his shaft as 
she moved back and forth on his 
length. From the very tip, she took 
him all the way into her throat 
before sliding back down. When he 
knew he could take no more, he 
stood back, grabbed Scully by the 
shoulders and pulled her to her 
feet while pushing her against the 
shower wall. The movement threw her 
off balance, but Mulder's hand 
under her thighs caught her before 
she slipped. He lifted her up and 
in the same motion, slid into her. 
Back against the shower wall, 
Scully wrapped her arms around his 
neck and legs around his waist as 
he drove into her and came quickly. 

His whole body was shaking as he 
let her legs glide down his water-
slick body to settle on the shower 
floor. The weight of his body still 
pinned her to the wall. She pushed 
him back into the water gently. 
Taking her washcloth, she lathered 
soap over his body. For several 
moments he merely stood still, eyes 
closed, and enjoyed the sensation 
caused by Scully's hands. Then he 
reached for her shower gel and 
returned the favor. Her skin was 
soft and slick from water and soap 
as his hands played over her body, 
memorizing it's every curve.

As the water got cold, he pulled 
them from the shower. Scully 
reached for some large towels and 
they dried each other. Looking in 
his eyes, she saw an expression she 
was quickly becoming familiar with. 

"Mulder, we just got out of the 
shower," she said warningly. He 
pushed her back against the counter 
in the bathroom and lifted her onto 
it. "There's no more hot water," 
she pleaded. 

He smiled at her. "I'm an old man, 
Scully. I can't pull much more off. 
But I can derive a little 
entertainment from investigating 
what it was that you'd 'never done' 
before that had you so excited." He 
grinned at her mischievously. 

"Mulder!" she exclaimed.

Ignoring her, he parted her legs 
with his hands on her knees and 
pulled her forward on the counter 
so she was pressed against him. She 
had the towel wrapped around her 
body. He pulled it off her and 
tossed it aside. She blushed as he 
stood in front of her, devouring 
her body with his eyes.

"Haven't you seen enough, Mulder?" 
she whispered shyly.

He shook his head. "No, it was too 
dark in there." Her bedroom was 
very dark but the bright lights she 
used in her bathroom so she could 
put her make-up on at 6:00am were 
certain to leave very little to the 
imagination.

"Jesus, Mulder," she breathed, 
pulling the towel back over her. 

He pulled it away again, and 
dropped to his knees. "So, Scully, 
was this one of those things you'd 
never done before?" His tongue 
swept over her center without 
warning and she nearly leapt off 
the counter.

"God, Mulder...."

He held her still with his hands on 
her hips as he ran his tongue along 
her slit. His eyes were closed and 
she watched him as his tongue drove 
her insane again. His hands moved 
from her hips to between her legs 
as well. As he sucked her clit, he 
moved two fingers in and out of 
her. She stopped watching when her 
head lolled back. He felt her tense 
and knew she was close, so he 
picked up the pace. She moaned out 
loud as her muscles spasmed around 
his fingers.

"God, Mulder. Are you trying to 
kill me?" she whispered as he stood 
up and kissed her neck. 

He pulled her off the counter and 
against his body. She assumed he 
intended to hug her before walking 
back out into the bedroom. She was 
shocked to feel his rock-hard 
erection press into her stomach. 
She reached between them and 
stroked his length and he moaned. 
Before she knew what was happening, 
he turned her around facing the 
counter, holding her in place with 
his body. He looked at her in the 
mirror.

"So was I right? Is that one of the 
things you'd never tried before?" 
She glanced in the mirror at their 
naked forms and looked down, 
blushing and laughing softly 
without answering. "Answer me. Was 
I right?"

She closed her eyes and laughed. 
"Yes, Mulder you were right."

He feigned consternation, "You 
lived with Jack Willis for a year 
and he never...."

"Mulder!" she exclaimed 
admonishingly, looking at him in 
the mirror again.

"Well I will never deprive you in 
any way," he said gently biting her 
earlobe and looking at her fixedly 
in the mirror.

She rolled her eyes and laughed. 
"Quite on the contrary, you are 
trying to wear me out."

"You're right on that point. Which 
leads me to another thing I bet you 
had never tried before today." 
Saying that, without taking his 
eyes off her in the mirror, he bent 
her over the counter. She was at 
exactly the right height for him to 
enter her easily. He did. She 
moaned and closed her eyes. He 
leaned over her back to whisper in 
her ear. "So, aren't you going to 
watch in the mirror." 

She blushed to her hairline and her 
hand flailed for the light switch. 
"No, and neither are you," she 
declared, turning out the lights. 

He reached over and turned them 
back on, pulling her hands behind 
her back. "Yes I am," he said. 
"Keep your hands off the switch and 
I'll let them go." She nodded, 
still not opening her eyes. He 
began to thrust into her slowly, 
hands on her hips to pull her back 
against him even harder. Soon his 
pace increased. In this position, 
she could feel him hitting her 
cervix with each thrust. She would 
have thought that would hurt. It 
did not. In fact, the sensation was 
incredible.

His hands moved from her hips to 
her buttocks. Again, she felt him 
spreading her juices upward. She 
had never had any interest in anal 
intercourse. Jack had tried it once 
and it was excruciatingly painful. 
But she trusted Mulder implicitly. 
She knew he wouldn't hurt her and 
she knew he had enough information 
about sex to know what would hurt 
her--thank his video collection for 
that. In fact, she was shocked to 
admit, she had found what he did 
very stimulating. Maybe because it 
was taboo--taboos had always 
perversely appealed to her--or 
maybe because it really was 
physically arousing, she didn't 
really think about it before.

He slowly pushed his finger into 
her again. She moaned softly. He 
thrust in and out of her filling 
her completely. Her moans became 
almost constant. She felt him 
gently add another finger to the 
one already sliding in and out of 
her. Her body tensed and she came 
again, like the first time, 
screaming Mulder name. She heard 
him groaning as well and shyly 
looked in the mirror to watch his 
face as he climaxed.

When he pulled out of her, she 
turned and kissed him passionately.  
"I love you, Mulder," she whispered 
against his neck.

They cleaned up again quickly and 
returned to Scully's bedroom. With 
a raised eyebrow, she picked up her 
ruined articles of clothing, 
Mulder's handcuffs, and tie. 

"So, did I prove to you this could 
be an arousing fantasy?" he 
whispered in her ear as he settled 
next to her in the bed.

She slapped his arm playfully. "Be 
careful, Mulder. I've got some 
fantasies too."

FIN