From: Smokey Flames Date: Thu, 11 Jun 1998 00:16:47 -0700 Subject: NEW: The Hospital Room II [1/1] *smut* Disclaimer: The X Files and its characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox, not me. Spoilers for Folie a Deux This story is, essentially, SMUT. If you don't want to read that, don't read it. The Hospital Room II by Smokey Flames shippergirl@geocities.com May 12, 1998 He didn't ask her to unstrap him. That was the first thing she noticed. If it had been her tied to a bed in an institution for being crazy, she'd have fought like hell to get out of there. But Mulder, as though he had truly expected it, just lay there with a passive smile, not upset, and not trying to escape. Maybe he was trying to act sane. She didn't know what was going on with her partner's mental health. But that "you're my one in five billion" was probably the closest words of love she was ever gonna get. She knew she should take it with salt, coming as it did from a man who was seeing monsters at ever turn, but Mulder always saw monsters at every turn. He didn't ask her what she was doing as she drew the curtain around the bed. His eyes followed her, but he was content to wait patiently. Mulder was too patient about a lot of things, Scully thought. It was up to her to take the initiative. And initiate she did. Mulder's eyes widened when she stepped back from the bed and began to remove her clothes. He glanced nervously in the direction of the nurses' station, on the other side of the thin curtain. But he didn't ask. Hell, if he'd had to ask, Scully would have been even more worried about him. He needed to feel like he had a friend right now. Scully was more than happy to comply. He sighed audibly as she pushed the sheets down off of him. He didn't move or even try to touch her. She was smiling when she met his eyes, and he was smiling too. A tiny, secret little smile that Scully knew she would like to see more often. She'd surprised him. Surprise was a good thing in a relationship. He'd be on his toes from now on. There was nothing he could do or try to do to hide his erection. Which was good. Scully was certain he would have turned away under any other circumstances, embarrassed. Rarely would you call a man who went about screaming there were aliens and monsters among us shy, but Mulder was. He didn't seem it. Scully was the one who everyone thought was sexually repressed. God, how she wondered what was going through his mind as she climbed up on the bed, on top of him. His eyes were closed and his head tipped back. She watched his teeth close over a groan as she took him into her body. Silently, silently...she thought, rubbing up and down on him. She reached out to push the hospital gown higher, scratching her nails through the hair on his chest. There was a moment when she wished he would touch her. Like Superman, she wished he would break free of his bonds and put his hands on her. A light touch on her face would make all the difference right now, his thumb scraping over her breast... She met his eyes and glanced down at his hands. They clenched and unclenched against the sheets as though he wanted to touch her just as badly. His mouth was open and his eyes were so dark. Her back arched as she ground against him and she saw him about to scream. She hadn't wanted to kiss him, but she did. She didn't want the nurses coming in here to see what their crazy FBI agent was screaming about this time. Her mouth found his and she stopped moving against him. His tongue grabbed hers, stroking. Finally there was something he could do. She pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. He didn't get to participate. Not this time. He was staring at her again and she wanted to yell at him. She hated that look that came into his eyes as though he'd been mesmerized or put under a magic spell. Sometimes he did it when she wasn't doing anything at all. This time, she guessed, she could let it slide. Using her knees for leverage, she changed the rythym he'd grown used to and he gasped. She gave him a warning look, but he never saw it. His eyes were closed and his throat was working like he was trying, so hard, not to make a sound. His hands were clenched and every muscle in his tight body was taut, trying not to come. Why didn't he want to come? she wondered. She wanted to. Must be another one of Mulder's weird little quirks, she thought, and suddenly remembered birth control. She felt her face reddening and a stab of sadness went through her. What did they need birth control for? Mulder never fucked anyone and neither did she, so there was no worry of disease. Mulder was about as likely to get pregnant from this encounter as she was. Mulder was doing some kind of tantric breathing thing, she noticed, holding his breath. She ran her hand up his chest, trying to make him breathe, trying to get him to come. She put her fingers in his mouth and he began to suck on them. She really liked his mouth, she realized. This wasn't working, she thought. He's not coming, I'm not coming...she had to do something. If she left and they were both unsatisfied, there would have been little point to this encounter. Mulder liked to watch, he liked to be passive. So give him something to watch. She slipped her shirt up to her shoulders, not taking it off, just banding it up above her chest. With a jerk of her body, she told him to pay attention. His eyes met hers and she rolled them. He looked down and she felt his body began to tremble as she took her breasts into her hands. She was performing now, for him, and it was a heady feeling. She was worried she might have put a little too much enjoyment into the act, but she found herself really getting off on it. Her back arched as she teased herself, pulling her nipples until they were hard. Her head went back and her mouth opened. She wanted Mulder to touch her lips, to keep her from whispering his name. He wasn't going to. Focusing herself, she looked down at him again. He was almost grimacing. She wasn't moving on him at all now, and his eyes followed her hands as they slid down to touch herself, rubbing at that sensitive spot just above where their bodies were joined. She was breathing hard now, trying to keep her eyes open, trying to keep a million things going on at one time. Involuntarily, she began to rock against Mulder's body, biting her lip to keep herself quiet. She heard that annoying gasping sound coming from her own body now. Mulder was moving under her. She hadn't thought it was possible with the restraints, and maybe he hadn't either. Maybe he didn't want to be passive anymore. He managed to get his knees up a little, to slide the smallest bit out of her. She murmured a protest, but the sound died within her as he managed to slam into her body, just once, hard. For a second, she thought she'd blacked out and was going to fall off him onto the tile floor. But she didn't, thank god. Her senses returned from their momentary vacation to feel him still spurting unevenly inside her, and she was aware of her muscles still clenching and unclenching around him in perfect little spasms. She let out the breath she'd been holding. Mulder didn't make a sound. Inside, she was still throbbing and her knees were kind of wobbly as she climbed down from the bed. But she couldn't keep from smiling. Mulder had an odd look on his face as she walked over and quickly put her clothes back on. She wanted a shower, but there was something sexy to her about walking out of there sticky. It was a secret, another element of her power. She had done this. She had done all of it. She was responsible. She had control. It felt so good she wanted to scream. And poor Mulder. She turned back to him and watched him breathe for a second. There was an almost hysterical quality to the rise and fall of his chest and his eyes still looked odd. She sponged him off and put his clothing back to rights, tucking the covers back up under his arms. Then he smiled at her and she knew it was all right. She'd never seen a more brilliant smile on Mulder's face, she thought, although she'd seen him happy before. If he'd been able, he would have grabbed her hair and kissed her thoroughly. She saw the impulse in his eyes and he grunted as he pulled at the straps. Now he wanted free. She wondered how idiotic her grin looked. "Five years and never once did you see this coming?" she whispered directly into his ear. She felt the shiver go through him. So he liked that, did he? She blew into his ear again before standing up straight. His lips were twisted in that ironic way that told her he was trying not to laugh at his own joke. For a second, she was afraid. Afraid he was about to say something that would hurt her badly. But all he said was, "I guess that's one way to get to be on top." She smirked back, trying to control her smile. "If you're good, I'll come back later for another visit." She patted his hand, businesslike. There was no other word for Mulder's reaction - he absolutely wiggled with anticipation. She felt a thrill go through her own body. "Be good." She leaned in, letting her hair sweep over the skin of his face. She let him think she was going to kiss him, but she didn't, not really. A perfunctory smack was all he got. Leave 'em wanting more. Rule number one, she thought, as she withdrew the curtain from around his bed, looking about to make sure there was nothing out of place to alert the nurses to what they'd been doing. Mulder wet his lips and she found herself staring at him for once. "I'll be good." She nodded and walked away. He wondered what she would do when she came back. Maybe there really was a silver lining to every dark cloud. Mulder sighed. One in five billion. He'd never been more right in his life. the end. Comments appreciated - shippergirl@geocities.com Author's note: I was going to write a Hospital Room III, but I couldn't manage to make myself write it. Maybe I will someday soon.