From: "Beth Bradford" Date: Fri, 18 Jun 1999 00:24:41 -0700 Subject: Hard to Do IV: Making Up Title: Hard To Do IV: Making Up Author: Beth825 (Beth825@england.com) Rating: NC-17 Classification: SR Spoilers: None Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Summary: Things come back together for our favorite duo. Fourth in the 'Hard To Do' series. Disclaimer: If you read the first three... they still ain't mine. Notes: Gotta read 'Shaking Up,' 'Waking Up,' and 'Breaking Up' before this one makes sense. Unless of course, you're mentally deranged like me. There may be more in the works. Who knows? X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X It's been a week. I told Mulder to give me a week and I'd be ready to talk. He's supposed to be coming over in an hour for dinner, but I know it's going to be more than that. Dinner... with each other for dessert. It always is. Especially tonigh t because we've been away for seven whole days. Oh sure, we've been at work together, but that was the professional Mulder and the professional Scully. It was so hard not to drag him into the supply closet and have my way with him. I grin to myself as I strip before stepping into the bathtub. The bubbles are a luxury I only afford myself when I'm feeling stressed, and tonight the tub is almost overflowing with them. I shave and then start washing the rest of my body. When th e washcloth slides between my legs, I think about releasing some of that tension, but then I think about Mulder and stop myself. It'll be better later if I don't. The last week has been terrible. He didn't call me that night after he left, but he had a hell of a hangover the next day. I didn't know whether to be glad or feel sorry for him. We had a load of paperwork to do and we finally finished it on Thurs day afternoon, leaving Friday open to work on anything we wanted. Thankfully, Quantico called and wanted me to fill in for a professor who had suddenly caught the flu. Give me a corpse to dissect over Mulder any day when there's this much tension between us. We swore that our relationship wouldn't interfere with our work, but Mulder can hold a grudge. Especially when I'm holding out sex on him. I know I was bein g pushy, but I really did need time to think. And now my decision has been made. I get out of the tub and dry off. The bubbles don't want to go down the drain, and I don't feel like rinsing them out. I wrap the towel around myself before picking up the hairdryer and working on the red mop on my head. After a bit of coaxing, I get it to fall softly around my face even though it wants to curl slightly. In the kitchen, the stew is coming along perfectly. Leftovers make the best stew, and that's the easiest thing I could think of to fix. Mulder won't notice it. He'll be too busy staring at me the way he's done all week when he thought I wasn't loo king. Well, tonight he won't have to rush off to the men's room to do his business. That's my job. I go back to the bedroom and throw on a simple orange dress. Not the sexiest thing I own, but it looks good on me. And it outlines my curves perfectly. As much as I try not to admit it to myself, I know this is a night for seduction. I don't want Mulder mad at me, and by the end of the night he'll be begging for me to love him. The grin that spreads over my face at the thought of our loving is interrupted by a knock at the front door. I open it and Mulder is standing there looking almost afraid. He's nervous. When he sees me, though, his hazel eyes get darker. He alread y wants me. I smile and accept the roses he brought me. Seven white and five red. The meaning isn't lost on me, the red ones are for our five years together and the white ones are for the past week apart. "Come in, Mulder." I go look for a vase as he takes off his jacket. The flowers look beautiful on the coffee table in the living room. I turn to Mulder to say something about dinner, but I'm stopped in my tracks as I take him in. He's bent slight ly at the waist, looking out my window, with his back to me. I guess he didn't hear me enter the room. He's wearing jeans, first of all. God, his ass looks so good in jeans. And the grayish-blue t-shirt he's wearing will accent his eyes perfectly, I'm sure of it. Mental note to self: make Mulder wear more blue. "Um, dinner will be ready whenever you are. We're having stew." He turns to look at me, not surprised. I guess he did hear me come in the room. I want to melt when I look into his eyes. I was right. Perfect. "I'm ready now." Ready for what, though, Mulder? I don't say anything as I turn back toward the kitchen. Dinner passes quickly, neither of us saying much. By some unspoken agreement, we want to talk on the couch, not separated by the dining room table. When we finally do move into the living room, neither of us quite knows what to say. Finally, he st arts. "You said to give you a week and you'd be ready to deal." I nod and take a sip of the wine we brought in here. "Yeah. I've come to a decision about us." He looks petrified, but only for a second. He puts the mask back on before he thinks I saw that. He nods in return. "And I'll live by whatever decision you've made. I may not like it, but I don't think I'll have to kill myself like last time." H e pauses for a second and I realize what he's referring to... the man that was watching his apartment. We both smile a little. "Mulder, you know I love you." He nods again. "And you love me." He nods harder this time. I look into my wineglass for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and continuing. "And we've been partners for five years now. I don't want to ruin any of that." "But." "Hmm?" I look at him, confused. "The next word out of your mouth is going to be 'but,' isn't it? Be honest with me, Scully." "Actually, the next words out of my mouth were going to be 'I am the very model of a modern Major General. I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral.'" He cracks a grin and I continue. "No, really. What I was going to say..." I play with the rim of my glass, swirling wine around it with my finger. "I think we can make this work. I should be used to this by now. I fell in love with who you are, not who I want you to be." "Scully?" "Yeah, Mulder?" "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" "Not yet, Mulder. Did I tell you how good you look?" "Hmm mmm." He sets down his glass and takes mine as well, placing them side by side on the coffee table. I find myself in his lap with his legs between mine somehow, and we're kissing like there's no tomorrow. His hands are sliding under the skirt of my dress and over my hips. "You naughty girl," he whispers in my ear as he nuzzles my neck. "You're not wearing any panties." "Mmm, I know." I shift against him slightly so that he's pressed hard against me. "I'm also not wearing a bra." His breath leaves him in a sudden exhalation. "God, Scully, if you ever say that while we're at work..." "Yeah?" "I'm gonna have to drag you to the supply closet." "I'll keep that in mind." I bite his neck gently as he pushes my dress up and then over my head. "You're overdressed," I whisper against his mouth as I pull his t-shirt out of his pants and up. As I work on his jeans, my mouth roams over his chest and my tongue finds his flat nipples. He gasps when I suck on one and I smile to myself, repeating the same thing with the other. I tug on his boxers and he lifts up so that I can pull the rest of his clothes off. On my way back up to his mouth, I barely lick his erection, but it draws a low groan from his lips. I kiss him again, long and deep, as I slowly slide down onto him . We complete each other, as always, and we both gasp. I start to move atop him, slowly at first, then faster and faster, and his hands go to my hips. "God... Scully... forgive me." He throws his head back and moans as he empties himself inside me. He pulls me against his chest after a few moments and strokes my hair. "I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you. I promise." "Mulder, don't worry about it. I understand." I lift my head and look at him. He opens his eyes and looks into mine. He starts to say something, but I don't want to hear it right now. "Shhh." I kiss him on the forehead and he seems to accept th e fact that I don't blame him. Then the world turns upside down as he lays me down on the couch with my head propped up on the arm. "Mulder, what...." He lays a finger on my lips and I hush. "I'm making it up to you." His finger slides inside me suddenly and I gasp. He's pressing against my inner walls and I know he'll find the spot that... THERE. My eyes drift shut and I let out a slight whimper. Another finger joins the first and he continues to stroke me ju st where I like it. My hands are running through his hair and holding his head close as he trails kisses over my abdomen, but then his head darts just out of my reach and I have to let go. I grab onto the arm of the couch just above my head and hold on for dear life wh en his tongue touches my most sensitive spot. I'm going to come, and soon. "Mulderrr..." I whimper. "Come on, Dana." His mouth leaves me for just a moment to whisper these erotic words to me. "I want you to come for me." And then his tongue is stroking me again and his fingers press against my insides. "I - I'm going to... oh God, Mulder." My hips arch up involuntarily as he finds another sensitive spot. "Mmmmmmmmmulderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...." I'm moaning and my body is shaking violently as my world tears itself apart and reassembles in a different s hape. "Good girl." He withdraws his fingers and his tongue makes one last sweep from bottom to top before he comes up to kiss me. "You taste that, Scully?" I nod and sense that he's smiling. My eyes are still shut from my orgasm, so I can't see him. " Mmm, good, cause I want you to remember that flavor." He moves us so that he's lying against the back of the couch and I'm pressed tight against his body. "It's us. Our love." "We're good together, Mulder." "That we are, Scully," is the last thing I hear before falling asleep in his arms. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X