From: JoAnn Medrano Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 19:17:04 -0800 (PST) Subject: Reposted: Fox and Dana II: The Line Source: revision Fox and Dana II: The Line Author: Jo Ann Medrano Rated: PG- language Address: agentsinlove@yahoo.com Spoilers: Tooms, Fight The Future, Detour, Triangle Classification: Mulder/Scully Romance Summary: Fox has second thoughts about letting Dana call him by his first name and the reaction it had caused. Disclaimer: The characters of the X-Files do not belong to me. They are the property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Broadcasting. No copyright infringement is intended. Please visit my site at: http://www.agentsinlove.com/ Archive: Please don't archive on any site without permission from the author. My many thanks to the following, Chris Carter, Gillian Anderson, David Duchovny and all who work on the X-Files. Fox and Dana: The Line Friday, March 26, 1999- Before Sunrise... Scully was embarrassed that Mulder had caught her kissing him in his sleep. She thought of running out of the room, but before she could, Mulder grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her down to his lips. This time, he was awake on fire. Passion surged through their connection. He was in love. She was in love. He lusted. She lusted. The heat could have melted them together. His tongue broke through wrestling with her lips. She, in turn fought back with her own tongue as her hands raked through his hair, marveling at the softness. Embracing her tightly, he pulled her closer to him. Rolled her over so he could rest on top. Held on to the kiss, neither one of them wanted to break it off. When they finally separated, gasping for air, Dana stared into his eyes. He stared back wildly. " Oh, Mulder... " " Fox... call me Fox... " In the heat of passion, Dana had forgotten he had asked her to call him by his first name. " Never Mulder, only Fox... " " Fox... " Their lips embraced again. Fox pulled away for a moment, only to return kissing every area on her face. He whispered 'Dana' with each kiss. Dana felt his erection against her, driving her even more insane. The wetness developing between her legs brought only one thought to her mind: Desire. Desire for him. " Oh, Fox, I... " They both literally jumped off the bed, when they heard the hard knocking on the door. " Agent Scully? This is Sheriff Born, are you awake? " " Fuckin' asshole!! " Fox growled between his teeth. He turned back to see Dana dashing around the room, tossing his shoes and jacket at him. She called out to the sheriff as she moved around the room. " Just give me a moment!! " Dana looked back at Fox. " They can't find you in here, " she silently mouthed to him. Shit!! She was right. They couldn't let them know he was in here. Even if they hadn't been making out, (oh, those lips...), it still wouldn't look right. Fox didn't need Skinner to live up to his name. Grabbing hold of his stuff, Fox tried as quietly as he could to get to the bathroom. Dana threw on her robe and tossed the blankets back on the bed. Hiding in the dark bathroom, Fox listened to Dana and the sheriff talked. Asking for the whereabouts of her partner, Dana made the excuse that he had gone jogging despite the early hour of the day. With a promise she would contact Mulder led to the discussion of the Sheriff's morning visit. Fox started to lose interest in what they were discussing. Even the mention of another dead body was lost on him as he thought of what had happened. Dana kissed him. In his sleep, like a princess in a story... no, it would be a prince... he woke to her lovely lips on his. So lovely. Thank God or whomever he wasn't dreaming. Ever since the last time he tried to kiss her he had obsessed about those lips. It had been a trying time for them both. A time when the X-Files were closed, a fire destoryed the office, they were blamed for the bombing of the Dallas building, and they discovered a hidden secret in the Antarctic. Worst of all, he almost lost Dana. Yet, this time he got her back. He got her back. In the midst of all of that, he almost kissed her in the hallway of his apartment building. Fox came so close, and then the bee stung her. They took her away . . . but he got her back. The X-Files was restored thanks to her. Though they had lost control of it for several months, the events leading to her return had brought back their crusade. He found again his purpose through her. His beloved Scu... Dana had welcomed him into her bed last night. Trusting him as he trusted her. Never had he experience such a night, where the nightmares did not haunt him. Now she gave him her kiss, perhaps because he had asked her to call him 'Fox'. (Blowing your own horn there, ain't you, Mulder..?) Fuck you... (Do you love her..?) With all my heart, soul and mind... (Is that why you wanted her to call you 'Fox'..?) It just felt right... (Like her kiss..?) Like her kiss... The knock on the door brought him back, as Dana switched on the light, peeking in. " It's safe now, Fox... " He approached her wanting to kiss her again, but she put up her hand, stopping him. " I have to get dress quick... " In one hand she held the clothes she laid out for the next day, and with her other hand she led Fox out of the bathroom, modesty still intact. " They found another body... " " Same cause of death? " Fox asked outside the door. " Yes, from what the sheriff has described... I'm going to drive up there with him, he's waiting outside. I told him I would give you a call... " Fox smiled on that one. " As soon as we leave, you can go back to your motel room, get dressed and meet us out there. " Dana came out of the bathroom. Even though she had dressed in a hurry, she was as lovely as always. " No problem, G-lady... " Fox smiled at her. " Good... " Dana slipped on her coat and checked her weapon. " I'll see you out there... " Stopping suddenly, Dana walked back to Fox, stood on her toes and kissed him quickly on the lips. " I hope we can get back to this later... " she said and walked out the door. Once the sheriff's car was gone, Fox hustled back to his room. The kiss had brought his arousal back. He needed to take care of himself before getting dressed. The rest of the day, they stuck to business, referring to each other as 'Mulder' and 'Scully' again. Yet they could still see the desire in each others eyes. It was unmistakeable, and neither one of them could miss it... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Saturday, March 27, 1999- Early Morning... The drive back home was tensed. Everything had gone wrong on the case. Mulder's anger showed through his body language. His hands held tight to the steering wheel as his foot rested heavily on the gas pedal. Every foul word known to mankind shot out of his mouth as he cursed any driver who did him wrong on the road. (I shouldn't have hit the deputy...) The worst part of the ride was that it gave Scully time to think about the kiss. She shouldn't have done it. Her behavior was unprofessional. Mulder was her work partner. Work, that was all!! Even letting him sleep on her bed had been a mistake. What was she thinking?! What if the sheriff hadn't knocked but busted in and found them... together. (What is so wrong about that..?) Everything!! No... Not everything... I just don't know... (What are you afraid of..?) Afraid?! What's there to be afraid of?! We don't have that kind of relationship!! (Yes, you do...) I... Before Scully could answer herself, Mulder laid down hard on the horn, blasting a motorist who cut in front of them. " MOTHERFUCKING, ASSHOLE, SON OF A BITCH!!! " Scully had seen Mulder drive aggressively before, but never like this. He was going to get them killed. " Mulder, please pull over and let me drive the rest of the way... " " What?!! You don't like the way I'm driving?!! What is so wrong with the way I'm driving, Sculleee?!! " She closed her eyes and swallowed. Not wanting to fight with him, Scully was determined to remain calm as she spoke to him. " Mulder, I know that you are upset about the case... " " I don't think 'UPSET' is the word, Scully... " " Fine!! Use whatever word you want to describe, use it! You are allowing your emotions to drive this car. If you continue in this way, you are going to get us into an accident. It could be fatal... And Mulder, I do NOT want to die or see you DEAD either! Please pull the car over and let me drive!! " She waited for his comeback, but instead he let out a sigh and almost spoke in an apologetic whisper. " OK, I'll pull over... " As soon as Mulder put the car in park, they made the switch. Scully had to move the seat up all the way. (I just wasn't sure if your little feet could reach the pedals...) Don't think about that, just get us home... Mulder also readjusted his seat, pushing it all the way back and bringing the seat halfway down. He turned his head to look out the window and said nothing the rest of the way home... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Same Day: Late Morning... It had become an unspoken rule that whoever was the driver of the car had to drop the passenger off first. Scully pulled up to Mulder's apartment building and stopped the car. Mulder had fallen asleep a short time after Scully took over the driving. She tapped him lightly on the shoulder to wake him up. " Mulder, you're home... " He woke up slowly, stretching a bit, turned to face Scully, who was smiling at him. As always, he looked like a little boy waking up from a nap. (God gave you that face for a reason, Mulder. It makes it easier to forgive you for any of your foolish outburst...) It seemed they were staring at each other forever when Mulder finally leaned over and kissed Scully square on the lips. It caught her off guard, but she did not back away. Instead, she returned the kiss, locking their lips together. Mulder pulled away and put his head down. " I'm sorry, Dana. I'm sorry for being such an asshole. You were right. I could have gotten us killed. Please forgive me? " Dana could not resist a smile. " Of course, I forgive you, Fox. I forgave you the moment you let me drive... " Fox brought his head back up, smiling. " Can I come over to your place later today? I'll bring dinner! I... I want like us to talk... " " All right, how about seven? " " Seven's perfect! " He raked his fingers through his hair. This time Dana leaned over for the kiss and Fox met her halfway. It was a quick peck, but it was most welcome. Fox got out of the car, his legs feeling like jell-o. Dana needed to catch her breath as she popped open the truck for him. With his overnight bag in one hand, Fox waved goodbye to Dana as she pulled away from the curb. All her doubts were forgotten for now, and she felt her heart pounding at the thought of him coming over that night... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Same day: Afternoon... Dana went through her closet and dresser drawers several times before she finally made up her mind on how she would dress for the evening. As she went through the ritual, she chastised herself for the way she was acting. It's just Mulder coming over. It's not like I've never had him over before... (But it's not Mulder that is coming... it's Fox!) Mulder, Fox... What difference does it make..? (A whole lot!! You never cared how you dressed for Mulder, but look at what you are going through for Fox...) I did too, care!! I... Dana stopped when she noticed she was holding the sexy red dress she had brought but never worn. She tossed it aside and settled with pair of jeans and a yellow pullover sweater. Back at his apartment, Fox, too, was having a hard time deciding on what to wear. He eyed the dressed suit that was shape and double breasted. I wonder what Scully would think of this suit..? (Not Scully, it's Dana you are going to see...) Dana, Scully, they're the same person... (Would Scully have kissed you..?) She almost did... once... (Dana did kiss 'Fox'...) I let her call me 'Fox'... (Which you should have done a long time ago, asshole... now you're acting like a teenager on his first date...) This is not a date... we're just going to talk... and about calling each other by our last names. It was business, keeping everything professional... (Sound like the bull is crapping... Sound like you are afraid...) I'm not afraid. We are going to talk... Fox settled on a pair of blue jeans and a gray sweater. Dana did everything she could to make the time go faster. She cleaned her apartment, read her e-mail, went over her notes on the last case, and checked her face several times in the mirror. She hated herself for behaving like this. She was an intelligent woman, a doctor, and yet she was acting like a teenager waiting for her first date. It's not a date... we are just going to talk... (The kiss...) Dana suddenly wanted to call her mother, but knew it wouldn't be the best thing to do. Her mother would read it all wrong and start planning a wedding. Not that the idea of marrying Fox Mulder would be so bad... (Mrs. Fox Mulder... Dana Mulder... Dana Katherine Mulder...) It had a nice ring to it, and it had crossed Dana's mind once before. Somewhere in her apartment, packed away carefully was a notebook with a few pages written on it over and over again. Dana Katherine Mulder. She was being silly that night and hid the notebook when she heard Mulder knocking on her front door. There was no way she was going to let him see the notebook. Dana would never hear the end of it. With the idea of calling her mother sunk, Dana sat on her couch and turned on the television... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Same Day: Evening... Sitting in his car near Dana Scully's apartment building, Fox Mulder looked at the window of Dana's apartment. On the passenger seat was a cooling pepperoni, sausage, mushroom and anchovies (one on side) pizza. Rested on the side of the pizza box were a dozen red roses and a bottle of wine. Fox looked at his watch, it was 6:47PM, he had been sitting out here since 6:30PM. Fox couldn't wait to see Dana again, and had decided to leave earlier than planned. Now he was afraid to go in. He was even more afraid to give Dana the roses. (Leave them here. There will be plenty of time for flowers later. Get up there so the two of you can talk...) OK, OK... maybe I'll take the roses... (Will you get going?!! There is a life for you up there!! ) He continued to stare at the window, with his heart racing, and his breathing rapid, while he thought of what this all meant. A life with Dana Scully... ... Fox Mulder started his car and drove the hell out of there!! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Dana looked at the time on the VCR. It was after seven o'clock. She didn't expect for Fox to be here exactly on time. She turned her attention back to the TV show but ditched the idea to look out the window. Seeing no sign of Fox's car anywhere, Dana hoped he was all right. After one more look, Dana went back to the television and waited... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Fox did not know where he was going but he knew he needed to get far away as possible. He put his foot to the gas and drove out of the city... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx In less than one hour, Dana had called Fox's apartment for the fifth time only to hear his voice on the answering machine to greet her. She would leave a message each time. " Fox, it's me. I'm calling to see if you are all right? Fox, please answer me..? " As soon as she hung up, Dana tried his cell phone but was unable to reach him. He was more than two hours late. Dana was trying not to panic, but when it came to Fox Mulder anything could have happened to him. Pacing up and down her apartment, Dana imagined the worst scenario: kidnapped, injured. Maybe he had run off on another excursion without her... Maybe he was dead. (There is also the chance he could be asleep on his couch and just doesn't want to pick up his phone...) Dana grabbed her coat, purse and gun. There was only one way to find out... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Fox ignored the numbers of miles he had traveled and the fact that tank was near empty. He kept driving into the night... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx When she arrived at his apartment, Dana had her gun ready as she opened the door slowly. Her weapon aimed into the darkness of the room. " Mulder? " Old habits die hard. When she received no answer, Dana turned on the lights to an empty apartment. Carefully checking each room, she found no sign of any struggle, break-in, or blood. Everything was in place. Only one thing was missing... Fox Mulder. Dana checked his answering machine, and found all five messages from her still on the tape. Double-checking each room, Dana entered his bedroom and found all his clothes scattered around the floor. Dana shook her head at the slob condition of the room and started to pick his clothes up for him. The bathroom took her breath away. Here was a sure sign he had been home. The towels on the floor were still wet, and a pair of boxers had been tossed between the toilet and the sink. On the sink was a tube of toothpaste without its cap and with paste hanging from the opening. There was beard stubble in the sink, and a toothbrush with its bristles facing down on the counter. His shaving cream, deodorant and cologne had no tops on. Dana shook her head again. This guy is going to need a lot of work... (Maybe that's why he's gone...) What..? Suddenly it hit her: could that be the reason he didn't show up at her place? He was gone because of her? His disappearance be her fault because of what happened in the motel room that night? Her heart filled with guilt and regret. He shouldn't have let her call him 'Fox'. She shouldn't have called him by his first name. Dana shouldn't have kissed him. But it was too late. The line had been crossed and there was no way for them to go back. How could she move forward without him? ' No, it's not true! That can't be! He's hurt somewhere. He needs me... ' (But, Dana, you know it's true, you can feel it. He's gone because of you. Because of what could be...) Dana covered her mouth. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. Dana had to prove to herself that she was wrong for what she was feeling. She picked up the phone and to call the Lone Gunman. Dana needed their help to find him. There was also the chance Fo... Mulder could be there with them. As the phone rang, Dana tried to put herself together. The Gunmen didn't need to hear the tears in her voice... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was after midnight when Fox Mulder stopped driving. He would have kept on going if he hadn't needed to stop for gas. Finding an all-night gas station and an all-night diner next to it made him realize how hungry he was. He hadn't touched the pizza and it had lost its appeal some time. After filling the tank up, Fox headed off to the diner and hoped the food would be good there. The eight other customers in the old-fashioned looking diner didn't make him feel any less lonely. He didn't want company anyway. He didn't wanted to make any friends with anyone. Fox could count the friends he had on one hand: Langly, Byers, Frohike... and Dana. But Fox had his doubts that Dana would want anything to do with him after what he had done to her. The waitress greeted him at the door and told Fox to sit anywhere he liked. There was an empty booth at the far end where he could see everything in the diner, and with any luck, no one would see him. Given time to look the menu over, and a cup of coffee on its way, Fox managed not to think about Dana during his five-hour drive. Instead he thought of all the things in his life before Dana Scully walked into his office six years ago. Fox had managed to wreck every relationship he ever had from his family, the women he once loved, and all his co-workers. He had been lonely and friendless for most of his life. No one wanted anything to do with him... except Dana Scully. No matter what curves he threw at her, Scully always stood at his side. He didn't deserve her. he looked at his left hand where there once had been a ring. Mulder had never told Scully he was once married. A marriage that did not last long and was a mistake from the beginning. The waitress returned with his coffee and asked to take his order. Fox realized he was no longer hungry but went ahead and ordered a breakfast plate. When the waitress left him, Fox rubbed his tired eyes. What was it about Dana Scully that attracted him to her? They had nothing in common except the desire to know the Truth... No, no, he took it back. They were both good at hiding their true feelings for each other. Although their true feelings had a way of coming out. They always seem to find a way to express their hidden feelings. With a touch of the hands, or a smart aleck remark here and there. (Hey, Scully, is this demonstration of boyish agility turning you on at all?) (Maybe if it rains sleeping bags, you'll get lucky...) Mulder could not hide anything when Scully took him into her arms. She was so warm and comforting... made him feel complete. How? How was she able to do that..? Yet, they still managed to dodge each other's true feelings. They had denied it for so long until the farce came to an end when Mulder asked Scully to call him, 'Fox'. The walls they had built around themselves came crashing down. Dana was ready, and so was he... or was he? Why?! Why did he let her call him, 'Fox'? It was safer to be Mulder, not to have a relationship, not to get too personal, always to be within a safe arm's length. It was an illusion, a distraction from the truth... Fox Mulder loved Dana Scully. Fox had planned to tell her his true feeling this night, just like he had done the night of the bee sting. He wanted to tell her more than he had that night, but he held back hoping the kiss would speak louder than words. It never happened. When he was in the hospital a few months ago, Mulder expressed his love for her, but Scully did not take him seriously. (Oh, brother...) Now he had another chance... the kiss had happened. He wanted to tell her everything from that was in his heart, but Fox couldn't do it. Instead, he ran away like a scared little kid. The waitress returned with his food, and Fox stared at his plate. If he hadn't run away, in a few hours, he could have been having breakfast with Dana. (Coward, look at what you are missing out on...) Fox let out a sigh. What was the point of running away? Dana knew where he lived and worked. There was no way he could avoid his little redhead. He could imagine the search party she had out looking for him. At least it gave the Lone Gunmen something to do on a Saturday night. Fox asked the waitress for a take-out container for his untouched food. He had paid for it, so he might as well take it with him. In case he doesn't have breakfast with Dana. When he started his car, Fox turned the radio up loud. He needed to stay awake for the long journey to his destiny... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sunday, March 28, 1999: Early Morning... 12 hours since Fox had left his apartment, he walked back in. He had tried for a few hours to call Dana on the cell phone he had shut off at the beginning of his drive. All he would got, though, was her answering machine, no Dana. She was probably home but refusing to answer his phone calls. Fox couldn't blame her. He decided to go home first, wash up and make himself more presentable for Dana. He wasn't about to go to sleep until he saw her. But Fox needed this moment at home. As he entered his apartment, Fox found the lights on, although he knew he had shut the lights off before leaving. Reaching for his weapon, he moved cautiously into his living room, only to find a sleeping angel on his couch. Placing his weapon on the table, Fox moved slowly up to her not wanting to wake her up. Dana was beautiful, a woman of true vision... How much he adored her... Bending down to her, Fox felt her soft breath on his face, her lovely curled lips slightly parted. He missed those lips, and wanted to kiss her again. Moving in closer with his lips ready to touch hers, Dana's eyes popped opened. " MULDER!! " She screamed at him and lept into his arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck. " Oh, Fox!! You're all right!! Oh, God!! I was so worried about you!! " Pulling back to do a visual examination of him, Dana touched his upper body and arms to feel for any injuries. There were none. Once satisfied, she pulled him back into her arms, crying. Fox wrapped his arms around her more tightly. He buried his face in her shoulder as he shared the sense of relief with her. He was safe. He was home. They finally parted, staring into each other's eyes for a bit. No anger, no hatred, only the love was there. They both met each other with a kiss. Their tongues entwined as they again embraced. When they separated, Fox was the first one to speak. " I'm sorry I worried you, Dana. I... I needed to be alone... I... " He stopped himself to put his thoughts together. Fox took her hands and looked into her eyes, a feeling of shame for what he was about to say. " I was scared, Dana, I was scared of the way I feel for you... The harm I have done to you, you lost so much for knowing me... I don't know how you put up with me. You make me feel whole, you make me feel human, and you make feel loved. I love you, Dana. I don't think I can ever say it enough to make you believe it... " Dana lifted their hands and kissed his. " You don't have to worry, Fox. I do believe you. You don't have to say it, I can see it all around you, and you, too, make me feel whole and loved. I can't imagine my life without you. There is no reason to worry about the loss. It hurts, but you are not to blame. I'm sorry for not letting you closer to my heart. I was scared, too, but I'm not afraid anymore... I love you, Fox, with all my heart, my mind and soul... " Dana kissed him gently on his lips. Fox felt his whole body shiver. No more walls, aliens, government conspiracies, or things of the unknown would ever keep them apart. They were now on a new road together, a new adventure for themselves. " Thank you for letting me call you 'Fox', I've always loved your name... " Fox hugged her, pulling her closer to him as he laid their bodies down on the couch. Now he could sleep. With Dana in his arms, he never felt so peaceful. " Dana? " " Yes, Fox? " She brushed his hair with her fingers as she lay beside him. " Could you sing me our song? " His eyes were closed, his head resting on her chest. Dana smiled. She knew exactly what he meant. This time she didn't have to worry about her voice, or any moth-men. " Jeremiah was a bullfrog... " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Same Day: Afternoon... Dana woke with a stir. The sunlight was shining in her eyes. She remembered where she was and whose arms she was in. Dana leaned over and kissed her sleeping prince who did not wake up. Despite the warmth of their bodies, Dana felt the chill of the day and wanted a blanket over them. She managed to slip out of his arms without waking him, and headed to his bedroom for a blanket. Pulling the blanket off his bed, Dana wondered when was the last time he slept on it was. It was nice looking bed, until she noticed the mirrors above her head. " Oh, my God... " Dana opened her mouth wide as she stared back at herself. Not wanting to think about what Fox had done under the mirrors only what she planned to do to him when the opportunity arise. Walking out of the bedroom, Dana noticed the time on the clock on his dresser drawer. It was three o'clock in the afternoon! Dana shrugged her shoulders. They needed the rest. As she walked back into the living room, Dana remembered the Lone Gunmen. She needed to call them and let them know everything was all right. After covering Fox with the blanket, she went into the kitchen to call the threesome on her cell phone. It was Langly who answered the phone, and beat her to the punch. They knew Mulder was home now because Frohike had gone over later in the morning to check on her, and found her asleep on the couch with Mulder. Poor Frohike was heartbroken and he was moping around the Gunmen office annoying everyone. Dana was annoyed as well. Someone had come into the apartment while they were asleep. It was a sloppy job on her part. What if it hadn't Frohike but someone else? And she wasn't too happy that Frohike found her and Fox asleep together. That was private. Dana wanted Fox all to herself... forever. After saying her good-byes to Langly and giving her regards to the other two, Dana returned to the living room. She thanked God it was Sunday and they didn't need to go to work until tomorrow. Some time in the next few hours, they needed to start working on the report for Skinner. He was going to need something to chew them out for the disaster of a case they were working on. For now, Dana wanted to get back to Fox and the nice warm blanket waiting for her... Fox had kicked the blanket off of him. Dana figured he was too warm with it. It was best to remove his jeans since they were thicker than the ones she was wearing. This wasn't the first time, Dana had had to remove Fox's pants. There were a few times when she was in a 'Doctor' mode that she needed to remove his clothing. In other words, she had practice. He was still lying on his back, which definitely would make her job easier. Dana unbuttoned Fox's jeans. With her hands on the waistline in the back, she pulled the jeans down his long legs. Not only did she remove his jeans with no problem or protest from Fox, but his boxer shorts as well came down with the jeans displaying his manhood. Dana covered her mouth and snickered. She hadn't planned on this. Though she did enjoy the view. She had seen Fox nude before, but always with her in a 'Doctor' mode in place. Yet, in the back of her mind, and in the privacy of her bedroom, Dana allowed herself to enjoy the image of his penis in her mind. And what a penis it was!! Fox had no reason to be embarrassed by its size. Still smiling, Dana was free to admire his penis this time as a lover, though she and Fox had not had sex, yet. She wondered if she could..? (Go on, I dare you...) Dana gently touched his penis with her fingertips, guiding her hand up and down its length. She got a reaction and dared herself to do more. She took his penis in one hand rubbing her thumb up and down as her other hand massaged his balls with her fingertips. Fox moaned in his sleep, his waist shifting. Right before her eyes, Dana witnessed his erection coming to life. She repositioned herself, trying to avoid being kicked by Fox's long legs. Dana put her own body on the couch resting on her hands and knees. Kissing the tip of his penis, Dana gently glided across it from her chin to her chest marking herself with his wetness. She returned with her mouth opened gently and took it in, sliding up and down, teasing with her teeth and tongue. Hearing Fox's moan once more in his sleep made her excited and gave her the courage to be more daring. Dana kept taking him in deeper with each moan encouraging her to go on. She couldn't wait for him to come... " D-D-Dana? " She lifted her eyes and saw Fox staring at her. His face was sweating, a bit tense and sleepily. " I-I wish you would... uh, wake me up before you... oooh, do these things to me... " Dana Scully let out a playful giggle around his penis and took him in deeper... The End... continues in Fox And Dana: The Kissing Game Feedback is welcome... agentsinlove@yahoo.com