From: FoxLvDana Date: 19 Sep 1998 09:10:37 GMT Subject: NEW "For Now, Anyway" NC17 Please Archive at Gossamer, anywhere else, just ask. Title: "For Now, Anyway" Author: Jennifer Brady E-mail: FoxLvDana@aol.com Rating: NC17 Classification: Story, Romance MSR Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Summary: After an argument, Mulder and Scully find themselves making up in the most unusual ways... Disclaimer: Me no own. Fox do own. No copyright infringement intended. So leave me alone. :) Notes: Keep away the small children, this is kinda-sorta NC17, you have been warned. It's most definitely for the shipper in everyone, so anti-shippers should run away screaming (ya freaks). Not much plot, PLOT? WHAT PLOT?, but who cares! :) ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~` "For now, anyway" By: Jennifer Brady Part 1/3 Lazy Cactus Motel Mesa, AZ June 17, 1998 7:45 PM Mulder wiped away the sweat from his brow and opened the trunk of the rental car. Grabbing our bags from the interior, he walked back around to the passenger side. He opened the door for me with his free hand. "Scully, wake up," he said, trying to wake me from my restless slumber. I turned slightly and scowled at him. He didn't care. He was too upset to care. We had fought, really fought, and now all I wanted to do was crawl into bed, after a shower, of course. That combined with the sweltering heat of the desert, made for a not too pleasant situation. It was all his fault, really. Yeah, the more I thought about it...it *was* his fault that we were still here. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I dropped my bags on the bed and hastily began the search for cooler clothes. The lilac pant suit I wore was clinging to me like saran-wrap, and I could almost feel the cold shower water beckoning me. I chose a baby pink tank top and an old pair of cutoff-sweatshorts. As I stepped under the cool stream of water, I recalled that stupid argument with Mulder earlier in the day. He was so frustrating sometimes. I was right this time, but I wasn't going to press the issue any further. I really hated fighting with him....it seemed to take away from any progress we had made to get closer. Maybe that was all in my mind though. God knows, that man has never given me the slightest hint that he wants me in his bed. OK, well I guess that's not entirely true... he has teased me relentlessly for the past 5 years. But still..... "Scully?" Oh great, perfect timing Mulder. I swear, for a psychologist, he sure was dense sometimes when it came to things. Privacy, being one. Now, I know that we technically are stuck sharing this room, it was the only one left, but can't I at least have a half-an-hour to myself? "What is it, Mulder?" I ask, knowing full well that nothing is *wrong* with him. An overactive libido maybe, but beyond that. "I just wanted to apologize," He says. He sounds sincere, but I'm curious. Couldn't he have waited until I was out? I think I am going to kill this partner of mine, and it's not going to be pretty. I sigh and push the hair from my face before peeking my head out. I'm shocked at the sight before me. There he is, standing three feet in front of me, clad only in a smile. I take a few moments to collect my thoughts and open my eyes again. Well, maybe he's not being that sincere, I think to myself. Hmmm, I must admit that I have seen Mulder naked before, but it hardly counts. He was under the influence of a madman's ministrations at the time...but he *was* naked. I have never seen Mulder naked and alert...yes, I would say that he's definitely alert. Bastard! He waltzes in here, wearing only a grin.. and I melt like candle wax. Well, fine if he wants to play like that....I smile at him brightly before whipping open the curtain and grabbing my towel. He just stands there...well, so much for that. "Scully, are you going to talk to me, or am I going to stand here all night?" He asks stepping a bit closer towards me. I back up, instinctively. He looks nervous...well good, he should be. "Do what you want, Mulder," I say to him, my voice a little more harsh than necessary. I breeze past him and attempt to get dressed. He stands there, like someone just told him "freeze". What am I going to do with this man? Well, besides that. Minutes later, I turn around and find him sprawled out across *the bed*. Oh yes, one room, also meant one bed. Great. I must admit that I really thought Mulder would be more modest. He isn't in the slightest. Not that he has *anything* to hide. Suddenly, a brilliant flash of luminous white light fills the room, followed by a loud, angry clap of thunder...then the lights buzz into oblivion. In the midst of this, I find myself leaping onto the bed, and this is *not* good. "So, I guess the powers out," He says, looking down at me, that same smile spread smugly across his face. I realize now that I am lying atop him, wearing the *smallest* towel known to man. I feel him harden as my hand briefly grazes his thigh. I really didn't mean to do that, My hand was in the strangest spot, honestly. Seeing as how I was still very, very mad at Mulder, I didn't think that getting away would be so hard. "Mulder, please!" I exclaimed, hoping that he would release me. Praying that he really wouldn't... I watched as his eyes turned from the usual catlike green, to nearly charcoal colored as they roamed freely across my body. I wanted to speak, to say something, *anything*, but my mind failed as I felt his warm hand on my back. I inhaled a sharp breath and turned slightly to face him. His arms wrapped around my waist, and in one fluid motion, I was under him. I buried the small surge of terror that filled me, and simply stared up into his eyes. "Do you think we can talk now, Scully" His words startled me, and I nodded mutely in response. "About this morning" He began, and my mind went back through the events of the day. We had arrived into Phoenix a day prior, but had been unable to speak to the Phoenix office until today. After being briefed on the case, I had been approached by one of the agents, Agent Mc Culloch. I also recalled the menacing look I received from Mulder when I accepted the agent's offer for coffee. Then Mulder was gone, nothing unusual, but I was left alone...with the case that turned out to be nothing more than some Arizona State University kids with lasers. ************************************************** "For now, anyway" Part 2/3 By: Jennifer Brady I thought back to Agent Mc Culloch, he *was* nice, and very handsome, but he wasn't Mulder. Part of me was secretly happy that Mulder had shown a jealous streak, and then I remembered all the times he had left me in the lurch to go chase after the first cute witness in a short skirt. Damn him, I shook my head. He was the most self-serving bastard sometimes. And the other times.... Well, I didn't *really* want to think about that. Considering the words we had exchanged when I finally found him. "So, Scully, regular or decaf?" He had asked me. I had found a voice from inside, that was screaming to be let out...and wow did it ever. "Mulder, my social life, or lack-there of, is none of your business" I had told him, my face flushed with anger. I could count on her hand the times *I* had done something on impulse like that. "So, what did you and coffee boy have to discuss?" He asked me. I simply turned on my heel and slammed the door in his face. I knew that he would follow me, so I waited in the car for him. Now, here we were, lying almost *nude* in a nasty hotel bed, about to... about to what? About to kill him, I thought. Kill him for caring too much, kill him for not caring enough. Kill him for gently running his hands through my hair. "I wanted to apologize for what I did -- and what I said" He said, his voice almost a whisper. I could feel his warm breath against my cheek and I sighed in response. "You're always sorry, Mulder, when are you going to stop..." My words were cut off by Mulder lips pressing against my own. I flattened against the bed in shock, as waves of pure adrenaline coursed through my veins. My mouth opened eagerly to accept his probing tongue, and a loud deep moan, roared from deep within him. This was insanity, I knew it, he knew it, but it felt so right. "Mulder" I tried, one last vain attempt to stop things before they plummeted down the spiral. My breath caught in the back of my throat as I felt the flimsy towel being ripped away. I was suddenly immersed in the sensation of Mulder's scorching flesh against mine. The air conditioning had either stopped working, or never really worked at all, and our bodies were drenched with sweat. My hands traveled down across the expanse of tight, hot skin above me, memorizing every tiny detail. Mulder explored every square inch, first with his skilled hands, and following with his hungry mouth. I felt myself tense and relax in response to his ministrations. I couldn't remember how we had gotten to this point, and I didn't really care. A sharp moan came from deep inside me as Mulder ran his swollen tongue across my taut nipple, his strong arms holding me around the waist. I reached up and took his silken member into my sweaty hands and stroked him urgently. "Scully...." Mulder moaned, before kissing his way down my sweaty, flushed body, finally descending on the warm, wet area of my sex. His fingers twined themselves into mine, and he held my arms above my head as he kissed me gently at first, letting his tongue lap against the slick folds. I fought back the urge to scream, and struggled against his restraint. The room around her began to spin as every inch of my body felt as if it had been set on fire. Mulder tugged gently at my engorged clitoris and sucked at me like a baby, as I gasped and screamed his name like a mantra. I was close now, there was no turning back, and I squeezed Mulder's hands as wave after sweet wave ripped through my shattered body. "Mulder....oh, God...please, I need you" I screamed, after the last wave coursed through. I broke my hands free and grabbed him down on me. "I want you, Mulder...now" I hissed into his ear, biting at his earlobe. "I want you, Mulder" I repeated, and looked into his eyes. The outside world stopped spinning, everything that we had known up until this moment, ceased to exist. There was only this, only us. Mulder drew himself inside me with one long, urgent thrust, and we collapsed into each other for a moment. Thunder filled the room as Mulder recovered enough to resume what we started. Pure sensation, is how I would think of this later, but right now, this moment, no words could describe the feeling. Mulder kissed me hungrily, Our hands grabbing urgently at each other. Now if there's one thing you have to know, it's this; I'm addicted, and there's *no* hope for rehab. Mulder places a well placed hand between us, and I feel myself running once again towards pure bliss. "Sculleeee......" Mulder moans in my ear. He's close, I can feel his muscles tightening. What he does next, will remain in my memory forever. Pulling out for a moment, and despite the painful look on his face, he once again situates himself between my thighs and roughly sucks on my clitoris. I don't know if the world stopped spinning for a moment, or if I simply died, but when he plunged back inside me...and the room filled with pure white light...I was complete. Mulder screamed out for me, as I did for him, and then it was done. Well, for now anyway. "For Now, Anyway" Part 3/3 I awake the next morning sore and relaxed. Mulder lay beside me, one strong arm around my middle, the other wound into my hair. He was asleep, and he was beautiful. I can't honestly say that I don't enjoy watching him sleep...it's such a rare occurrence that when it *does* happen, almost nothing can make me wake him. Flashes of lastnight keep replaying in my mind, and although I hate to admit it, I feel the low rumble of arousal arising once again. Squirming a bit, I manage to face Mulder now. He has a tiny smile on his face, and for a moment I think he's awake. Upon further inspection, I see that he's still out. For now. I don't know if I'll be able to control myself much longer. Taking the opportunity to lose myself in him, I crawl up and stretch my tiny frame against his. He stirs a bit, pulling his arms tighter around my waist. The friction between us is electric, you can almost hear the humming. The sky outside is still overcast, and the room is still darkened. Perfect for me, I was never one for the sun, really. "Mmm, Scully," Mulder mumbles, taking his hand and running it across his ever growing erection. I don't know if he realizes what he's doing to me. He's asleep, and he's dreaming of me. I decide to take matters into my own hands. Reaching down between us, I stroke him eagerly as he pulls me closer to him. The mumbling continues as the dream plays itself out in his head. I have to wake him up somehow, and I think I know the trick. Pulling the sheet from us, I move down and take the soft underskin of his penis into my mouth. He groans in his sleep and his eyes blink open. Seeing the shocked look on his face is enough for me, as I continue my ministrations. "Scully, you..I had a dream..." He tries, his voice coming out in short raspy tones that drive me insane. "Well, some things are better in person, no?" I ask, moving up and sliding myself gently over him. We both revel in the sensation before pure reaction takes over. Mulder sits up and wraps my legs around his waist. The sensation of this is almost enough to make me spin off into oblivion. Mulder grabs me roughly from behind and thrusts into me with all he has. I can handle it, in fact..I rely on it. I want to feel every inch of this man, I want to feel his warm body melting into mine. "Scully, you really now how to make a guy feel good," he teases, stopping momentarily to allow us a change of position. I find myself on my knees, with my behind in Mulder's hands. He thrusts into me roughly and I scream out at the sensation. This is too much, I need release. I reach for his hand and guide him between my legs, keeping my hand atop his. I slowly begin to show him how to touch me. I hope he's paying attention. The room begins to spin and I hear Mulder calling out my name. What comes after that is merely a blur. 5 hours later Somewhere over Ohio Mulder is staring a whole right through me as we sit on this plane. I smile knowingly, in his direction, and I swear he almost chokes on his soda. This has to be the most irrational love affair I've *ever* had. We both know that it's insanity, yet we're drawn to it like a drug. Remembering the cherry lollipop in my pocket from the last time I visited my nephew, I decide to have a little fun with my sexy partner. He's going to kill me, but what sweet torture it will be. Unwrapping the confection, I lick slowly at the top. I can hear his breath become rapid, it's a good thing we're almost home. Luckily we are seated on the side of the plane that's only equipped with two seats. Sliding the candy into my mouth, I am taken aback when Mulder leans forward and kisses me. I return the gesture, tasting the sweet cherry flavor from his lips and wind my hands through his hair. "Scully, if you wanted to kill me, you're doing a good job," Mulder says, kissing my hand. "Whatever are you talking about?" I tease, continuing the lollipop assault. Mulder smiles at me and grabs the offending candy, mimicking my earlier actions. Now it's my turn to stare. Remembering the effect Mulder's mouth had on my body, I am suddenly envious of this lollipop. Leaning in to kiss him, we barely break apart before touching down. Now, if we can make it to the car without making a spectacle of ourselves. Gathering our luggage, Mulder hefts it into the car, slamming the door in haste. "In a hurry, Mulder?" I ask, securing the seat belt around my middle. He simply laughs. "It's Friday, Scully. That gives us *all* weekend," He pauses. "And even that doesn't seem like enough time," I smile back. So, it's not exactly hearts and flowers. I don't see Mulder with a bouquet of roses every evening, but that's OK. We are strange, Mulder and I. I know that Mulder loves me, the same way he knows in return. We don't speak of it, for fear that the words will somehow cheapen the emotion. Finally at my apartment, Mulder reaches out and takes my hand. "Scully," He starts, his voice serious. "I know that we rushed into this, and if you want to, um, you know, slow down," "Whoa, Mulder back up. I want this as much as you do. What happened back there was just an extension of the inevitable anyway," I reassure him, kissing our joined hands. He lets out a breath. "I don't want any regrets later, Scully. If we do this, we do it. No halfway," "Yes, and if we don't get out of this car, we're going to end up *doing it* right here," I tease, trying to lighten the mood. "Scully, you're killing me here," I hear as we make our way upstairs. I fumble with my keys, *of course*, like I said before..this is *totally* irrational. Once inside, I peer around my apartment as if for the first time. Something seems different. Then I see it. Mulder...sprawled out on my couch. He's in various states of undress as I watch him, and he's beautiful. A little pale, but what the hell, I took a lot out of him the past two days! Score one for me, I muse, making my own small pool of clothes as I approach him. After making sure the door is bolted, I sit beside him. He smiles at me, and again I melt. "Scully?" He asks, taking my hand. "Hmm," I respond, lying back languidly in his arms. "I never really told you how sorry I was for the other day. I didn't mean to just leave like that," He tried, he really did, but I knew better. With a sigh, I explained. "Yes. Yes you did, Mulder, I know how you are. I guess a past of me, a sick and twisted part, was happy that you were jealous," I confessed, smiling up at him. "Scully, you're terrible, but I love it," He replied, kissing his merry way down my neck. Wow, I can't even *begin* to tell you how this feels. You'd never believe me anyway. This is something that you need to experience first, um, hand... and I can tell you this... It's not going to happen anytime soon. I think I'll keep this one. Yep, throw away the receipt, he's mine. Now, onto more important matters. My couch is just not the epitome of romance, so as I gently try to lug the large human mass that is Mulder off the couch, he protests. "No, Scully. I can't make it that far," He whines, an almost innocent smile on his face. Innocent my ass. "Mulder," I warn, walking into my bedroom. I can hear him groaning behind me as he saunters in. We both stop and stare at each other for a moment. Somehow this seems more real to me than ever. Back at the hotel, we could pretend. We could make believe that Mulder and Scully didn't exist. All that existed there were two people in search of each other. I am not harboring any regrets, as I know he is not, so this passes quickly. What happens the next day, or the day after that will happen.. whether Mulder and I twist and turn in the bedsheets, or not. Mulder walks towards me and captures me into his arms. We stumble back onto the bed clumsily, and I have to laugh. We are a twisted mass of human limbs, Mulder's longer legs winning the battle. I quickly roll myself atop Mulder and smile. "Not so fast, red," "Red?" "Ah, well I was gonna call ya pumpkin'" "C'mere, Mulder," I order. He laughs, and flips me beneath him. "Gotcha, red," "And what are you planning on doing with me?" Mulder responds by kissing a fiery path down between my breasts, taking time to lavish attention on my overstimulated nipples. *Damn* I think I need this every hour, on the hour. Not wanting to become passive, I reach my hands between us, taking him into my hand. I think back to this morning, it seems like an eternity ago. "Scully, I plan on exploring every, tiny, inch of you," Mulder says, punctuating his words with soft kisses that drive me mad. "In that case," I say, kissing him back. "It's going to be a *long* weekend!" "Yes, it is," Mulder says, hugging me tight to his frame. I allow myself to loose myself in the sensations of this man. It's wonderful to be loved, to be adored, and I know I am a very lucky woman. Mulder would not agree with me on that, but what does he know? We don't need fancy-schmancy romance, and all that. All we need is each other. Well..... For Now, Anyway. THE END Feedback accepted (happily) at FoxLvDana@aol.com Thanks for reading! Jennifer Brady.