From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 10 Oct 2001 23:37:54 -0000
Subject: Make Me Stay by FoxFireX
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Title:  Make me Stay
Author:  FoxfireX
              foxfirex@hotmail.com
Rating: **NC-17**, if you are underage
           don't even THINK about it
Classification: MSR (what else is there?)
                PWP, pure smut for smut's sake
Spoilers:  Tiny ones for FTF, otherwise, nah
Disclaimer:  SO not mine.  How's that
Archive:  Sure.  Just email me and lemme know where 
Author's note:  Another one for you, Cella, for all
 the encouragement, and for all the times you put up
 with my ranting and raving about the wrongness of S9
 without Mulder. 
--
Dana Scully's apartment
Georgetown

The rain was beating against her window.  She stood in
silence, staring out at the empty street.  Days of rain
had slowed the normal activity outside her apartment
to a crawl.  

She had taken a week off from work, hoping to get some
things done around the house.  She wanted to spend time 
with her mother.  She planned to repot her neglected plants.
She had a stack of books that she had intended to get to,
now that she had some time.  Her summer clothes needed
packed away for the winter, the winter suits needed to go
to the dry cleaner in preparation for the colder months.

She wanted to paint the kitchen.  Repaper the bathroom.
take her living room rug out and have it replaced.  Call
old friends, write her brothers.  The list went on.  Instead,
she was standing at her window, staring out at an empty
street, missing him.

Damn him, anyway.

What happened to the independent woman she had
created for her facade?  Where did the person who was
self sufficient in her own company go?  Why did she 
continue to try to fool herself that she was complete
without him.  Why didn't he feel the same way?

He was working.  She knew, from the many phone
calls she'd had from him.  At least he called to talk,
even if he didn't mention missing her.  He was in the
office, working through old files, straightening things,
catching up with old contacts through email,
phone calls, whatever.  He wasn't going anywhere
while she was home, but he wouldn't be idle.

She sat down finally, at her kitchen table to enjoy
a cup of tea.  Well, enjoy was probably too strong
a word.  But, here she sat telling herself not to think
about him when a knock sounded at her door. 

She consulted her watch.  She hadn't talked to him in
over an hour.  Enough time for him to get here.  She
looked through the peephole, to see him standing there,
in all his Armani glory.  She sighed in frustration and
opened the door. He smiled, heaven help her, and
her heart lurched in her chest.  Her stomach broke
into butterflies. This was ridiculous.  He was her
partner.  The same person she had worked with
day in and day out for the past, whatever.  Forever.

Oh shit.  It wasn't working.

"Come in, Mulder, what brings you by?"  She 
gestured to sofa, they both settled down on 
opposite ends.

"Oh, nothing, really.  I was wondering if you kept
the receipt for the motel in North Carolina two
months ago, I can't seem to find it, and I was
closing out our expense reports."  He settled back
against the cushions.  He looked like sex on a 
stick.  Stop it, girl, she told herself.  Stop it,
indeed.  This had to stop.  She realized she was
staring at him.  And in a moment of stone cold
fear, she realized that he realized it, too.

Oh shit, again.

Suddenly Dana Scully did something that she 
prided her self on never doing.  She blew her
proverbial top.

"Expense reports?  That's it?  That's why you're
here?  That could have waited, Mulder!"  She was
shouting, she was irrational and it felt sinfully good.
No more Miss Nice Girl, this was the end of 
suffering in silence.

His face registered shock, his leg uncrossed, and 
both feet came to rest on the floor, his arm came off
its resting place along the back of the sofa.  "Scully,
is something wrong?"  He was plainly confused.

"Wrong?  No, Mulder, why in the hell would you
think something is wrong?"  She lept from the sofa,
escaping into the kitchen.  She crossed to the sink,
grabbing the counter for support, staring out the
window over the sink.  She was NOT going to cry,
she was absolutely not going to cry until he was gone.
"Scully?"  She jumped, his voice was right behind
her, his breath puffed into her right ear, sending
shivers down her spine.

"Wha...." her voice left her.  She cleared her throat.
"What, Mulder?"  Her voice remained tight, her
eyes began to burn .  Damn, she was going to 
cry in front of him.  This would be the end of their
partnership and their friendship.  There would be
no going back once she looked into his eyes.

"Look at me."  His voice remained low, gravely, enough
of its innate sex appeal filtered through her emotionally 
addled brain to make her knees begin to quake.

"No."  Her voice regained its strength.  Her determination
returning.

"Yes."  He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her
around to face him.  She glared up at him, angry that
his physical strength had overpowered her will.  She
made a hasty decision, based on anger and irrational
fear.  She hit him.

More to the point, she belted him.  She smashed her
small fist square into his abdomen, with enough force
to knock the wind out of him, temporarily stunning 
him into loosening his grip on her shoulders.

She ducked under his arms, and lunged for...anywhere
away from him.  She made it exactly two and a half Scully
strides before his arm snaked out and caught her around
the waist, the force of her foreword momentum 
causing her feet to fly foreword closelined by his arm.

The battle was officially on.

He pulled her to his body, not even sure why he
was insisting on tussling with her.  She was full
fledged mad, and she was rapidly pissing him off,
he didn't even know why.

"Scully!  Knock it off.  What is going on with 
you?"  He was shouting, she was struggling.
The whole situation was rapidly deteriorating 
into a two person rumble.

"Let me go right damn now, Mulder
and I might not shoot you again." He
opened his mouth to yell at her again, 
just as her foot came down on his 
instep.  They didn't teach self defense
for nothing at the Bureau.

"Ow!  Damn it Scully!  He jumped on
the non-injured foot,  completely releasing
his grip on her.  "Why in the hell did you
do that?"  He was still shouting, and becoming
more pissed off by the second.

"Get out.  Just get out of my house, Mulder."
She threw open the door, her red hair in
wild disarray, chest heaving with exertion, anger
and, yes, damn him, excitement.  

"What the hell is this?  Why are you doing
this?  Talk to me, Scully."  He jerked the door
from her hands, slamming it closed turning the 
lock and leaning against it, crossing his arms
over his chest.

She was officially through with his presence
in her house.  Possibly in her life.  She couldn't
live with the constant angst anymore, and it had to
come to an end.  For her own sanity.

"I don't want to talk, Mulder, we talk all the time
and we say nothing.  No more.  I can't take any
more.  I need to be away from you, from us.  It's
time we made a break.  For my sake.  Just go."
Her eyes blurred with tears.  Her hands began to
tremble, her bottom lip quivering.  She was so close
to a complete breakdown, and she could not do it
in his presence.

His heart dropped from his chest, and landed somewhere
just south of hell.  Away from him.  She wanted out.
Nevermind that he had advised her after Dallas to
leave him.  Forget that the level of her safety would
be directly proportionate to the distance between
them.  She was leaving.  More than that,
she was throwing him out of her life, forcefully
and angrily.

He took the only option left open to him.  He
panicked.  As completely as he had that night she
had come to his apartment to say she was 
quitting.  He had tried to kiss her that night, to
attempt to convey the emotion he was feeling 
for her.  That had dire consequences.  What
would the ramifications be this time if he 
pulled out the stops to show her how much
he loved her, how much he needed her.

How selfish could he be?

His anger diffused, his arms reached out 
toward her in a pose of supplication.  Naked
fear and pain written on his features.  Her
breath hitched in throat.  His anguish
rocked her.  She did not expect it to be
so immediate and complete.  She expected
his arguments, his rationalization for her
to let him stay.  She did not plan to watch
his heart break in front of her eyes.  
How could this be?  He didn't love her 
in that way, did he?

He spoke, his voice a broken whisper.
"Scully...no...please....don't do this to me.
I won't survive it."  His jaw snapped shut,
suddenly aware of what he had just 
admitted to her.  His eyes closed,
squeezing the tears to run freely down
his face.  His arms dropped to his sides.

"Mulder...." she took a step toward him,
his hands came up to ward her off, never 
opening his eyes.

"Don't, please, if you're going to tell me
to go, don't touch me, it hurts too much."
He ended on a sob.  He was the one 
having the breakdown, and he didn't care
that she was witness to it.  He didn't
care about anything.  His life just 
ended, his body just hadn't caught the
drift yet.

He turned to go, attempting to swallow
his sobs.  Her hand closed around his
upper arm, stilling him.  "Don't go.."
her voice was now a whisper, too.  "Don't
leave, Mulder.  I only wanted you to
leave me because I couldn't take any
more of this dance we were doing.  I
want to be with you, I want to love you,
but you kept turning away, making jokes,
ignoring what began between us after
Dallas.  I decided that I couldn't be with
you day in and day out and not *be* with
you.  It hurt too much.  Tell me you want me,
tell me you want to love me, too, and stay
Mulder.  Let's stop this charade and get 
on with out lives."  Her whisper ended in a plea,
her blue eyes searching his face, half turned
to face her, his body still turned toward
the door.

His eyes remained closed, the tears still streaming
down his face.  "I want you more than I have
wanted anything in my life, Scully.  I love you
more than my own life.  I'm so sorry I never
told you.  I'm sorry I was afraid of my feelings,
of the consequences.  I thought I was protecting
you,  by not loving you, but they took you 
anyway.  It made no difference in the end, I never
held you in my arms, and they harmed you to control
me.  I'm tired of hiding, I want to be with you, and
damn the rest of the world."

"Then be with me, Mulder.  Show me."  She gasped
as he turned into her, scooping her up into his arms,
striding toward her bedroom.  She sometimes
forgot how big a man he really was, especially
compared to her small frame.  He stood her on her
feet next to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as
his mouth descended.  He held the back of her head
with his left hand, his right spanning her tiny waist,
grasping and pulling her body toward his.
The heat radiating from his body was incredible. 
It threatened to burn her alive. His tongue slid 
along her bottom lip, then into her mouth, thrusting 
and stroking, previewing things to come.  She reveled in
the softness of his lips, he had an amazing
mouth.  Somehow she knew it would feel this good on 
hers.  He broke the kiss and she groaned in protest, 
causing him to smile.

Her breath caught in her throat.  He was so
beautiful when he smiled.  He did it far too
infrequently, she vowed to put a smile on his
face more often.

He caught the hem of her shirt, and pulled it 
over her head.  The smooth curve of her breasts
heaved over the edge of her bra, her gold
cross lie against her flushed skin.  She reached
up and loosened his tie, unbuttoning the collar
of his shirt so he could slip it off.  She pushed
his jacket from his shoulder, letting it fall to the
floor, then returning her attention to the buttons
on his shirt.  

When she had pushed his shirt to the floor and
divested him of his white tee underneath, she 
took a step back to look at his chest.  It heaved 
with his own rasping breaths, his nipples hardened to 
points.  She reached out and traced the line of his
pectoral muscles, reveling in the way they jumped
under her hand.  She followed the light dusting
of hair from his sternum, down over his navel,
to the waistband of his slacks.  She continued on,
unfastening him, unzipping him, pushing his 
trousers and boxers down, eyes never leaving the
impressive erection she had just freed.  Her hands
locked on his hips, he toed his shoes and socks
off and slipped out of the remainder of his clothes
pooled at his feet.

Scully reached around, unfastening her bra allowing
her breasts to sway gently with her movements.  He
found himself mesmerized by her actions, she 
continued to strip, until she was naked as he.  

"Ohhhh Scully, you are so beautiful.  More
so than I ever dreamed."  He swayed on his
feet, reaching out for her, but she stayed his
hands.  Her eyes held a gleam of mischief, 
as she slid herself down his body, her hands
still clasping his lean lips.  She came to her 
knees, breath puffing out over his erection,
causing his knees to unlock.  She glanced
once more up into his eyes, and parted her
lips to slide his shaft into her mouth. 

He made an unintelligible sound in the back
of his throat, his eyes threatening to close
with the intensity of the pleasure but he
forced them to remain open.  Here on her
knees was his ultimate sexual fantasy, with
her swollen red lips wrapped around his
cock.  She slid him all the way in, he felt
himself bumping the back of her throat.
His head vibrated as she hummed her 
pleasure.  Her tongue spiraled around his
length as she slid him back out of her mouth,
then down again, her cheeks hollowing with
the force of her suction.

Her hands left his hips, sliding around to his
buttocks, squeezing and pulling him deeper 
into her mouth.  He watched her breasts sway 
with more force, as her movements increased.
It was too much.

"Sc....Scully, stop, please stop..."  He reached for
her upper arms, pulling, trying to bring her to her
feet.

She released him with a pop, breaking the suction,
and rose to stand before him.  He grabbed her 
head again, crushing her mouth under his, sliding
his hands down her nude body. When he reached
her rounded bottom, he lifted and parted, wrapping
her legs around his waist, and tumbling them
both onto the bed. Her hair fanned out around her 
from the impact, she smiled brilliantly up at him, 
loving the sight of him above her.  His 
hazel eyes shifted from delight at her mirth, to 
intense as his lean muscular body settled along 
her softness.  The enormity of what was about to 
happen was almost enough to push him over the edge.

His right arm cradled her head, as his lips
found hers, trailing along her chin, down her
arched neck, nipping gently at her ear. His
left hand smoothed down the curves of her body, 
circling her nipple, cupping and squeezing as her 
body pushed up against his hand, wanting more. 
His mouth continued it's onslaught, over her collarbone,
latching on her left nipple, as his hand continued 
on down the right side of her body he wanted to taste
her all over, but he didn't want to release his 
grip on her.

She moaned under him as his hand found the curls 
covering her sex.  She wanted that contact so badly,
she though she'd go insane if he didn't touch her there. 
"Please, Mulder....touch me..." she panted.

His fingers curled into her wetness, sinking into
her, sending two of his long slender digits deep
inside her.  He released her nipple to nuzzle her
neck.  "You're so wet Scully, is that all  for me?"
His voice was pure sex.  He punctuated his question
with a thrust with his hand, causing her hips to lift 
off the bed, and causing Scully to moan...loudly.

"Yes....yesyesyes...all for you...".  He continued
to stroke in and out of her as she began to moan
continuously.  He decided he could wait no longer
to taste her and shifted his position, rising above
her never taking his fingers out of her body.
Sensing what was coming, she bent her knees and
allowed them to fall open.

On his knees, Mulder bent over and hovered his face
just above her pulsating core.  He inhaled her scent, 
savoring it, cataloging it in his vast mind to hold 
there for the rest of his life.  Focusing again on 
the task at hand, he lowered his mouth, lips
closing on her hooded clit, continuing his
ministrations with his hand.  It took the sum total 
of five seconds before her shoulders rose from the bed 
and she screamed as the waves of her orgasm took her over.

The walls of Scully's vagina continued to contract
around his fingers as he again rose above her, raising
his upper body so that he could throw her legs over
his thighs, positioning her hips for his entry. 
He slid his fingers out as she whimpered in protest of
the loss of contact.  Her whimpers returned to moans of
ecstasy as he used his wet fingers to part her 
folds and guided his cock into her.

He was inside her.  It was more than he could wrap
his mind around.

He gritted his teeth and held still inside her,
waiting for her to adjust to him and give him a
sign that she was comfortable enough to continue.

"Ahhh....fuck me Mulder...please don't stop...
fuck me fuck me..." .  Sounded like a sign to him.
He began to thrust into her, her walls still fluttering
from her first orgasm, pulling him deeper, deeper, 
straight to her heat, into the flames of her center.

The hard steel of his cock covered with velvety
softness felt so right inside her.  He felt like 
concentrated fire, threatening to consume her.
She wanted to stay under him forever, to hell
with the outside world.  Nothing had ever felt
so good or so right, nothing had ever made her 
feel so complete and whole.  She was on the 
verge of another orgasm, this one coming so
intensely it scared her, and in a moment of panic,
she almost broke contact with him.  But, sensing
her fear as he always could, even when she herself 
did not always admit it, he began speaking to her.
"So close Scully...come with me baby.....don't fight
it...give over to it, I'm here, I've got you...come to me
Scully...come to me..." .  His eyes tightened at the
corners, his face becoming a mask of passion as his
own orgasm began coiling in his belly, he couldn't 
hold out much longer.

Then it happened.

Scully wasn't sure if it was simply the amazing 
sensation alone, or his voice that was the trigger,
but she was suddenly in the middle of the most
intense orgasm of her life.  She screamed his
name, over and over again, she couldn't stop 
calling for him, pleading for him, sobbing for him.
Watching her come apart brought him right behind
her.  He thrust into her fast, hard, his movements
becoming disjointed and losing their rhythm as he
exploded into her over and over.  

As his hips shuddered to a stop, he collapsed on the
bed, rolling to his side taking her with him.  He 
clasped her to his chest, their breathing harsh and 
short, slowing along with their heartrates, beating in
time as they had for so many years without their
realizing it.  They were home, in each other's arms.
The search for meaning and purpose complete now.

"I love you, Scully."  He murmured, near sleep but
not losing his grip on her.

"I love you too, Mulder.  Feels like I always have."

--
end