From: Auralissa <auralissa@aol.comAnnie>
Date: 4 Jan 1999 23:00:49 GMT
Subject: NEW: "Fulfillment (1/1)" By: Annie Sewell-Jennings and Kristin Pohaski

"Fulfillment"
By Kristin Pohaski and Annie Sewell-Jennings
November 27, 1998

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Rating: NC-17
Summary: A prophecy fulfilled.
Category: S, R
Disclaimer: We're calling squatter's rights on Mulder and Scully. 
If Chris wants 'em back, he's going to have to wait and see if we 
give them up for twenty-four hours, and that's a fat chance. 
::cackles::

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The benefit of blindness was a great one. In the darkness, Scully 
could feel everything, the silky trail that his lips were paving 
down the line of her jaw, the gossamer whisper of his hands as 
they fell across the tops of her breasts, the way that Mulder 
lifted up her blouse and caressed her midriff. Without vision, 
all that was left was sound and sensation, and though they 
exchanged no words, there was something to be said for a symphony 
composed of his appreciative sighs. 
	
He shifted his hands over her body carefully, as though there was 
so much of her to explore and no time to do it. Mulder was soft 
on her skin, and every feathery caress made her body shudder with 
a tickling sort of arousal. A chuckle rumbled from deep inside 
his chest, and she accustomed herself to the sound of his 
arousal. Dark, thick, musical, like velvet and violins. She felt 
him lift her hair with one hand, felt his arm encircle her and 
then slip under her shirt, and she shivered out a breath when he 
blew softly on the exposed nape of her neck. Mulder could inspire 
arousal with nothing but a puff of air, and she felt an 
anticipatory shudder at the thought of what other tools he might 
employ in this purblind seduction.
	
Not to be outdone, Scully planned her own response to his slow, 
sensuous seduction.  She ran her fingertips over the rough five 
o'clock shadow that spread down Mulder's jawbone, coming to rest 
on the smooth silk of his lower lip.  Removing her finger, she 
filled the empty space she left with her own lips, tugging 
slightly with her teeth and flicking her tongue against his lip.  
Another low noise of desire escaped him, spreading to her and 
driving her to add her own low moan to the harmony.  
	
Heat licked at them like flames as she slipped her hands under 
his half-buttoned shirt and spread her fingers over the smooth 
ridges of his shoulderblades.  Savoring her blindness once more, 
she dove forward and lay kisses in the hollow of his throat, 
tracing slow, lazy patterns with her tongue and letting soft 
puffs of air escape on the damp skin.  His hands found her hair 
again, and his fingers promptly tangled themselves in the soft 
strands.  He caressed the baby-fine locks at the nape of her 
neck, then dove lower to press against her shoulders and skim 
down her arms.  His hands fell from hers as their fingertips 
caressed, sending tickling shivers up her arms.  Her hands came 
to rest on his chest again, and she made quick work of the 
remaining buttons.  She slid the shirt from his shoulders and let 
it land in a crumpled pile of cotton on the bed, then pulled back 
a moment to see the treasure that her handiwork had exposed.
	
Admiring Mulder was an easy profession, and one that she could 
take up at any given moment. The broad shoulders, the brief 
feathering of hair across his chest, the spindly length of his 
fingers and the large, gold palms. But as delectable as his body 
was, nothing could compare with the expression on his face. It 
was a smile that was soft on the lips and brilliant in the eyes, 
one that made the amber sparks in his mocha and olive eyes 
ignite. She never thought that she'd be adored. She had hoped for 
love, dreamed of desire, but never imagined adoration. Every 
single desire was in that quiet smile, and she kissed him slowly, 
deeply, tangling her limbs into his in an answer that could only 
come in the form of a kiss.
	
Scully thought that she could kiss him forever. Mulder's mouth 
was an endless possibility, one that she had wanted to experience 
for years but had never had the time to fully explore. She 
started by whispering her tongue across his lower lip, becoming 
familiar with the smoky taste of Mulder, a drifting flavor of 
cinnamon chewing gum and Altoids that was a rich mix of spices. 
She wondered which family member Mulder had inherited his 
delicious mouth from, who had donated that luxurious lower lip 
and that pearly pink color that was as ripe as an apple waiting 
anxiously for the picking. Her palm rubbed his cheek and then 
reached up to tousle his hair, fluttering back and forth between 
the two in a flurry of indecisive passion. There was so much of 
him; she wanted it all at once and yet one facet at a time. 
Scully usually hated confusion, but this time it was more like a 
storm of want.
	
Suddenly, his mouth clung to hers, and Scully was left breathless 
at the intensity of his kiss. Overpowering almost, as though it 
was a sudden release of everything that made Mulder who he was. 
There was a desperation in the act, a hunger; it was an unbridled 
confession that he wanted her and that he would take her if she 
let him. His lower lip meshed against hers, and his tongue swept 
through her mouth with a consuming force. It drove her mad, how 
he could be so delicate to touch in one moment and then so 
rigorous the next.
	
//Every color in the rainbow...// Scully had no more time for 
thought, no more time to compose poetry about Mulder's kiss, 
because his hand was travelling her body with such gentle 
admiration that she was falling, succumbing to his seduction and 
enjoying being seduced. 
	
But then who wouldn't enjoy being seduced by a half-dressed 
Mulder?  Or half-undressed, as the optimist might see it.  At 
that thought, she decided that Mulder shouldn't be the only one 
doing the seducing.  Answering his passion, she pressed him back 
with her hands.  He put one hand behind him to support himself on 
the bed as she slid upward, forcing him lower with her weight.  
Finally relenting, Mulder sank slowly into the mattress, leaving 
Scully to slip downward with him.  
	
She lowered herself atop him, her hands threading briefly though 
his hair.  His hands immediately claimed her waist, and she 
pressed against his stomach as his fingers pressed against her 
hipbone.  Her body was pressed flush against his, and his hands 
abandoned her waist so that his arms could encircle her body and 
pull her nearer to him.  Scully slid her bare feet up his 
trouser-clad legs, shifted restlessly against his body, slid her 
fingers through his hair.  She wanted to absorb all of him at 
once, to imbed the scent and feel and taste of him into her every 
pore.  She found him almost overwhelming, that after such a long, 
slow courtship, after being able to touch so very little of him 
for so very long that she was now allowed complete and total 
access to every inch of his body.  And she took full advantage of 
that access.  
	
Her hands dipped lower, and she slipped her fingers beneath his 
belt, softly kneading the hidden skin there.  Not satisfied, she 
pulled her fingers back and went for his belt, glancing up at him 
for his approval.  His eyes burned, and a look was all she 
needed.  She undid the black leather and pulled it from the loops 
that held it in place.  Next came the button, then the zipper.  
It hissed down slowly, and Mulder raised his hips slightly as she 
tugged at his trousers.  They were quickly at his knees, and he 
pushed them off the remainder of the way with his feet, leaving 
them in a crumpled pile at the foot of the bed.  
	
Scully caught his eye; there was that look, that sly, come-fuck-
me look she knew all too well but had never before taken him up 
on.  His hands tugged at her waistband; she smiled her consent.  
His fingers massaged the skin just above her pants, pushing her 
shirt up just enough to reveal her well-toned stomach.  Her 
button fly yielded to his fingers, the buttons popping one by one 
as his fingers made a torturous descent.  Not one to waste an 
opportunity, Mulder slid his hand all too quickly against her, 
and she slammed her eyes shut and thrust her hips into his hand.  
Chuckling lowly, he slid his hand back up to her waist and slid 
her pants down, making sure to slip his hands over her ass on the 
way down.  Her pants were quickly kicked off, and they joined his 
at the bottom of the bed.
	
She sat up quickly, one leg on either side of his hips, and 
ground her hips into his.  His eyes flashed as a low grumble 
escaped from deep within his throat.  Needle pricks of 
electricity coursed over her skin, and the thrust forward again, 
the pricks this time turning into a fully fledged current.  She 
bit her lip and slammed her eyes shut for a moment, opening them 
only when she felt Mulder's hands on her stomach.  His fingers 
skimmed over the piece of skin that her shirt exposed at her 
navel, and then he slid the shirt upward.  She complied to his 
silent request and pulled the shirt up over her head, tossing it 
off of the bed.  He gazed at her for a long moment.  She was a 
beautiful, sculpted creature, like a perfect statue.  But unlike 
carved stone, she held fire within her, and it radiated from her 
seafoam eyes as Mulder's hands slipped up her body.  His fingers 
danced over her sides, tracing patterns along her ribcage and 
sending little shivers up her body.  His palms found her breasts, 
and she arched against him as his fingers pressed and teased the 
sensitive, satin-covered skin. He caressed the cups of her bra 
with the backs of his knuckles, then teased the flesh by tracing 
the curve of her breast with his fingertip, smiling all the 
while. 
	
Not satisfied with just fingers and silk, Scully reached her 
fingers behind her back and undid the bra herself. He chuckled at 
that, and she placed her palm square on his chest to feel the 
ripple of his laughter for herself. Mulder's laughter, so rich 
and rare, was absolutely heavenly to feel, and she felt her mouth 
go dry at the vibration.
	
As soon as she slipped off the navy blue satin bra, Mulder's 
hands were upon her breasts again, and her eyelids fluttered at 
the contrast of his callused hands against the soft, pale skin. 
Her head rolled back, her hips shuddered, and everything flashed 
rose for a moment as the arousal momentarily overwhelmed her. It 
was like tasting orgasm in bits and pieces rather than as a whole 
entity, and she gasped at the expertise of his hands. It was as 
though he and her body were old acquaintances reuniting, the 
passion mingling with the instant knowledge of her personal soft 
spots and favorite places. Mulder was an immediately satisfying 
lover, and she was absolutely entranced with him.
	
His hand careened toward her hips, and his fingers dipped around 
the edges of her midnight-colored panties, daring her to remove 
them while pleading with her to take everything off. Mulder 
managed to walk the fine line between demanding and requesting 
without being forceful, and she rolled on her side to inch her 
way out of the silks. All the while, she caressed his shoulders 
with her hands, her fingernails sketching stars onto his 
shoulderblades. The length of his sigh was enough to let her know 
that he was in the same zone with her, that same fine lining of 
desire. With that, he quickly wriggled out of his dark green 
boxer briefs, leaving himself in the same state of undress as 
Scully.
	
There were territories that had been uncharted before this point, 
and she looked into his multifarious eyes for an answer. If this 
was right, if this was good, and if this was somewhere that they 
were really going to go. If there was anything beyond this night 
and this connection, Scully couldn't tell. It was written in the 
stars, Mulder might say, but all Scully needed to know lay in the 
gold stars that graced his eyes.
	
She kissed him again and never looked back.
	
//Remember this night,// she instructed herself. //Remember every 
last detail.// Like how the moonlight filtered through the window 
and cast his hands in indigo light, or how he liked to trace her 
eyebrows with his fingertips while she kissed him. Every little 
thing was what was going to make this beautiful; she felt it deep 
inside the marrow of her bones, and Scully knew to trust that 
impulse. Every touch, every kiss, made her want to fold up inside 
of him and never leave, to stake her claim in his body and remain 
there content until the end of time. Her heart raced and her 
pulse increased when he lowered his head to her chest and took 
his tongue around her areola, not leaving one inch of her breasts 
untouched by his tongue. Her hands wrapped inside of his hair, 
and the spikiness of his hair tickled her palm and made her nose 
wrinkle up with enjoyment.
	
Then his lips kissed her breastbone; his cheek pressed up against 
the side of her breast and he listened closely to the rhythm of 
her heartbeat. She raked her nails up his back lightly, not harsh 
enough to leave any marks but firm enough to make him know that 
she was enjoying this thoroughly. A sigh escaped his chest, and 
she leaned in close to his ear to sigh into it. Slowly, she 
kissed his earlobe and then nipped at it lightly, playfully. He 
moaned, and she had never heard a more melodic sound from him. It 
was sheer rapture, and she wanted moaning to his only language 
for the rest of his life.
	
And as she focused in on finding other places to make Mulder rasp 
out that same honey-coated moan, she felt his hand creep in 
between her thighs and start to caress the soft, tingling skin 
there. She realized then that he might not be the only one 
moaning, and smiled.
	
He slid slowly up her body, dragging his cheek from her breast 
and laying it against her shoulder so that his face was nestled 
in her neck.  His fingers danced over her dark satin panties, 
teasing her with the lightest of touches.  She moaned into the 
darkness and thrust her hips forward.  He smiled wickedly and 
continued with his feathery touches.  Her fingers flew to his 
shoulders and pressed into his flesh as she sucked in a breath.  
She smiled as he kissed his way up her neck, beginning where her 
neck met her collarbone and tracing a path up her neck, over her 
jaw, and finally to a spot just below her ear.   Moments like 
this she could forget herself and let her armor fall to the 
floor.  Trusting in Mulder was not an easy thing, but it was a 
familiar thing.  The trust that they had built and earned over 
the years was strong, and she often wondered what had taken them 
so long.  
	
But now that line was about to be crossed, and there would be no 
looking back.  They would have time now.  The thought vanished 
quickly as Mulder's fingers worked their magic again, this time 
more insistently.  She expressed her approval in the form of a 
choked gasp, and he slid his fingers up her thighs and under the 
seams of her panties.  She squirmed beneath him and dug one foot 
into the mattress.  Mulder's lips met hers once more, and she 
kissed wildly, sliding her fingers into his hair, over his neck, 
and down his back.  He pulled his face away from hers and slid 
his fingers from under her panties and down her thighs.  She 
smiled her consent.  
	
He sat up and leaned away from her, then quickly slid his hands 
under her panties and pushed them down.  They landed in a heap of 
navy satin at the foot of the bed.  He moved to lay next to her, 
but she stopped him with her hands on his waist.  A smile curved 
on her lips, and she slid her hands slowly up and down his sides.  
Her fingers dove under the waistband of his boxers and traced 
circles over his skin.  He answered her smile, and she pulled the 
boxers down slowly.
	
His fingers were magical creations, she realized, elegantly slim 
and yet large enough to prove intimidating if necessary. But they 
had never been anything more than gentle creatures to her. A 
guiding hand to grace her shoulderblades, or a palm resting 
gently against the small of her back. Nothing more than that. 
Now, those hands were all over her body, coloring her gold with 
arousal and making her feel as though she were shimmering with 
this ever-growing need. It started as a fire inside of her belly, 
then started to rain down on her body like white-hot sparks. Her 
mouth opened and closed as his fingers inched up her thigh and 
onto the ember where the inferno had first kindled, and she 
arched her back with a gasp. Mulder kissed her in the hollow of 
her throat, a soft, chaste kiss in such an intimate spot, and it 
was the simplicity of his lovemaking that made her body flare and 
her heart blaze. Mulder, the man of a thousand complexities, made 
love with such pure, unadorned intimacy that he was 
heartbreakingly beautiful. Nothing was more arousing than 
honesty, and Mulder had always been an honest man.
	
Gasping, Scully jerked up underneath him, and he found a rhythm 
and worked her well, sliding his thumb up her clitoris lightly at 
first and then beginning to build with her. His free hand 
caressed her breast, his fingertips circling her nipple and 
moving in synchronization with his other thumb. All the while, he 
kissed her in a dozen places, and she wondered how many tiny 
spots on her Mulder would indulge himself in over the years. This 
night, this blissful, white-hot night, was just a beginning.
	
Her hands grabbed at his skin, clutching his back and then his 
rear as his tempo increased and she approached the crescendo. She 
had let go of her hips, turning her desires over to Mulder, who 
was so skilled at discovering her every desire and turning it 
into reality. Nothing compared to this, nothing compared to 
Mulder's hands on her breast and clit and his lips nipping softly 
at her bare shoulder. Nothing could possibly be better than this 
night, and that certainty was something comforting.
	
Finally, he moved his fingers away from her and looked into her 
eyes. He shifted himself slightly, and Scully felt him against 
her thigh, his own desire hot and searing against her center. The 
gold in his eyes was something insane, something like glitter 
tossed around the obsidian pupil and the faint ring of forest. 
//God, if these six years meant that much to him, too...// She 
couldn't finish the thought; she wrapped him in her lips and took 
him. 
	
His arms wrapped around her instantly and pulled her into the 
kiss, blazing trails of fire up her body with his hands and 
ravaging her mouth with his lips and tongue.  She responded with 
an equal intensity and wrapped her slim legs around his.  He 
pulled his mouth from hers and looked into her.  She could only 
gaze back, the intensity of the mixture of lust and adoration the 
only encouragement that he needed.  She leaned up and kissed him 
quickly once more, a soft, undemanding kiss that nonetheless took 
his breath away.  
	
Their joining was a quiet rapture.  His hands grasped the gentle 
flare of her hips as he slid into her soft, warm body, and she 
thrust her hips off the mattress to meet him.  His moan mingled 
with hers; this was bliss, pure bliss, and he knew that there 
were no words to describe the intensity of the emotion he felt in 
this moment.  He lay still for a moment and allowed himself to 
become lost in her tight, silky heat.  She wrapped her arms 
around his neck and pressed soft kisses to his neck.  She moved 
first, a subtle rocking of her hips against his, but it was 
enough to turn a fire into an outright inferno.  His hands 
wandered to her breasts, flicking his thumbs across her overly 
sensitive nipples and eliciting a deep moan from her throat.  She 
reciprocated by wrapping her legs more tightly around him and 
quickly thrusting her hips against his.  
	
He moved against her slowly, pulling back and then sinking back 
inside of her in a torturously slow rhythm.  Her hands clasped 
the small of his back in a fiercely possessive embrace.  She 
slammed her eyes shut as he thrust into her again, and she moaned 
as she felt his lips on her earlobe.  The heat inside of her 
built at a steady pace now, and she writhed against him in a 
silent plea.  A fine sheen of sweat covered her skin as well as 
his.  She lifted her hips to meet his once more, establishing 
their rhythm.  Scully locked one leg around the back of his knee 
and pressed herself against him even more tightly.  It seemed 
that her skin could not drink in enough of him, that her hands 
could not roam his body thoroughly enough, and that her lips 
could not taste enough of him.  If this night lasted forever, it 
would not be long enough for her.  She knew that after this fire 
had exploded within them that she would delight in lying next to 
him and simply touching him and sleeping in his arms. 
	
But lazy indulgences would wait.  Mulder's hands and lips on her 
body and the steadily building tempo of his thrusts intensified 
the heat that was building within her.  She felt his fingers 
flick across her nipples again, and she arched into his touch.  
She answered by nipping at his neck with gentle bite.  He groaned 
and thrust into her forcefully, and she pulled his lips to hers 
in a passionate, demanding kiss.
	
Mulder then leaned over to kiss her cheek, something so tender in 
a moment so fiery, and that was all it took, his lips brushing 
the side of her mouth, to send her over the edge. She shimmered, 
shone, and glimmered; she arched up and Mulder claimed her mouth 
in a kiss, mingling himself with her as she exploded in orgasm, 
and then he arched his head up as he reached his climax. Scully 
arched her back up to kiss his exposed throat as he came, and she 
curled around his body in a ribbon of hot skin.
	
She felt him fall atop her with a soft, almost inaudible groan, 
his breath slowing and his body stilling. Smiling, she wrapped 
her hand around the back of his neck, stroking the soft tendrils 
with her palm. Scully nuzzled her cheek against his ear and 
twined her arm around his back, slowly stroking the small of his 
back. "Mulder," she murmured, her voice a shade huskier than 
usual. He remained silent against her, and she sighed, wondering 
if he was one of those men who fell asleep immediately after 
orgasm. "Mulder..." If he was, it was cute, but she couldn't 
really support one hundred and seventy-five pounds of slumbering 
Mulder through the entire night. A little frustrated now, she 
started to tap his shoulder, which was warmed by his sweat and 
shiny in the dim light. "Mulder... Mulder?"
	
And it suddenly occurred to her that sleeping men were usually 
breathing men, too.
	
"Mulder?"  This time her voice came sharply and loudly.  Still he 
did not stir, and she tried in vain to push him from atop her.  
Struggling with all of her remaining strength now, she pushed 
against his shoulder, but still he did not move.  "Mulder!" she 
shouted.  
	
He was still.
	
Gone.
	
Dead.
	
Mulder was dead.
	
"Oh, fuck me," she muttered.  She looked to the stand beside her 
bed and saw her cordless phone, its glowing red light beckoning 
to her.  She stretched her arm toward it, her fingertips grazing 
the black plastic.
	
"Goddammit!"  She stretched farther and managed to knock the 
phone from its cradle.  She grabbed it quickly before it had a 
chance to fall to the floor.  She looked up at Mulder and slapped 
him sharply across the cheek.  "Mulder?" she shouted once more.  
	
"Fuck!"  She looked at the telephone in her hand, then up at 
Mulder.  
	
The phone.
	
Mulder.
	
She pressed the talk button with her thumb.
	
"How the fuck am I going to explain this to the paramedics?"

*****

THE END

*****

AUTHORS' NOTES: Ha ha ha. Bet you thought you were just gonna 
plotless smut from us, didn't you? Shame on you. Would we write 
plain old sex if it didn't have a purpose? Well, maybe. But not 
this time. Maybe next time, yes, but... Well, you get the point. 

Wanna know why we decided to write such a sick piece of smut? 
Well, the answer's simple: Mulder's been hit by cars, thrown out 
of planes, and shot a million times in various places. He's been 
tortured, burned, frozen, and probably whacked in the kneecap 
more times than you or me want to recall. But has anyone ever 
killed him off the way that good ole Clyde Bruckman predicted?

We'd never read a fic that did it. So, we felt obligated to do it 
ourselves. If anybody has ever written a fic like this before, 
send it to us and we'll be more than happy to pass over a 
lifetime's supply of gummy bears. They're yummy.

And if anybody wants to flame us for not warning y'all about 
character death -- Here are our addresses: Auralissa@aol.com for 
Annie, and Creyente@aol.com for Kristin. We love e-mail, so tell 
us how much we pissed you off. :)

Thanks for sticking through this twisted little fic! Y'all come 
back now, y'hear?

Until next time, this is Toodles the Talking Bear (Annie) and
Sweetcheeks the Vertically Challenged Giraffe saying --

"We like rice."

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