From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 20 Nov 2001 01:49:18 -0000
Subject: Passions Realized by Sunny1013
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Title:  Passions Realized
Author:  Sunny1013
Rating: NC/17
Spoilers:  None really.  Post all things.  
Classification:  MSR, Scully POV
Feedback:  sunny1013@mail.com
Disclaimer:  Mulder and Scully do not belong 
to me.  They belong to the Fox Network and 
Ten Thirteen Productions.  I am merely 
borrowing them for my story.

Notes:  I wanted to write this a long time 
ago, but just got around to it.  Since we 
won't be seeing any Mulder and Scully 
together this season, I thought we could use 
this.  Especially since the writers and/or 
(CC) seem bent on destroying the depth and 
meaning of their relationship.

Mulder's apartment 11:13 pm:

I am a little nervous as I enter his bedroom.  
I have made up my mind though.  The paths I 
have chosen have all led me here to this 
place, this man.  I slowly move toward the 
bed and his sleeping form lit from the light 
through the open doorway.  He is sprawled on 
his back, both arms relaxed at his sides.  I 
take in the familiar features of his face and 
my heart is warmed.  My eyes travel to his t-
shirt covered chest and I see the strong 
outline of his body beneath.  Keeping my eyes 
on him, I remove my jacket and lay it 
carefully at the foot of the bed.  My eyes 
remain on him, half afraid he will awaken and 
at the same time hoping he will.  My eyes 
travel down the length of his arm and to his 
hand.  I wonder briefly where his hands will 
touch me tonight.  If he will touch me at 
all.  I'm sure he won't reject me, but I am 
also afraid he will.  I reach for the zipper 
on my skirt and pull it down, then pop the 
button.  I quietly step out of my skirt and 
lay it too at the foot of the bed.   I reach 
for the waistband of my pantyhose and pull 
them down and off.   Halfway there I think 
shakily to myself.  Upon straightening, I 
glance at him again and see that his eyes are 
open and watching me.  I'm a little surprised 
and I freeze momentarily.  I hear him whisper 
my name, a question.  Remembering my resolve, 
I toss my pantyhose with the rest of my 
clothes at the foot of the bed.  Crossing my 
arms in front of me, I grab the hem of my 
sweater and pull it over my head and toss it 
on the heap.  I am now standing before him in 
my bra and panties.  He raises himself up in 
the bed on both elbows.  Then, as if clearing 
his vision he rubs a hand across his face and 
looks at me again.  Seeing that I am indeed 
there, he sits up.  He doesn't say anything, 
but I watch as his eyes travel slowly from 
mine to my mouth.  His eyes travel slowly 
down to my breasts, lingering, then to my 
stomach, my panties, my legs and then back up 
again.  His gaze burns me and my body is 
awakened with beginning desire.  I feel my 
skin flush as his eyes hungrily travel my 
body again, lingering in all the right 
places.  He must be waiting for me to make a 
move I decide, so I reach behind me to 
unclasp my bra.  "No," he says.  I look to 
him in surprise and he has his arm out 
halting my movement.  I am suddenly afraid I 
have made a mistake.  I let my arms drop to 
my sides and lower my head, unable to meet 
his gaze.  "Let me," I hear his quiet voice 
and look up to see him scooting to the edge 
of the bed.  As he drops his pajama-clad legs 
over the edge, he holds a beckoning hand out 
for me to come to him.  I reach out and our 
fingers touch.  I let out a nervous sigh and 
he clasps his fingers around mine and pulls 
me closer.  As I move toward him, my eyes 
lock with his and I know I haven't made a 
mistake.  As he pulls me to stand between his 
legs, his other hand comes to rest on my hip.  
Feeling the warm skin of his hand touch my 
bare skin, sends a ripple of pleasure through 
me and I close my eyes at the sensation.  His 
other hand is now on the opposite hip and his 
thumbs rub gently on my skin as he pulls me 
closer yet.  As I open my eyes to meet his, I 
see the smoldering need he has burning within 
them.  My hands have found their way to rest 
on his arms and I slide them up to his 
shoulders feeling his smooth skin and firm 
muscles.  His arms come around me and his 
hands are warm on my back as they pull me to 
him.  I watch his eyes travel to the swell of 
my breasts and then to my lips.  As my 
breasts come into contact with his t-shirt 
clad chest, I slide my arms around his 
shoulders.  Our faces are mere inches away 
from each other and I feel his warm breath 
fanning me.  He leans forward and his lips 
come into contact with my jaw, brushing the 
skin softly.  I let my hand creep into the 
hair at the back of his neck and suddenly 
find myself crushed to him.  His face is 
buried in my neck and his arms are holding me 
tightly against him.  I squeeze him to me in 
return.  I kiss his exposed neck and rub my 
cheek against his ear.  He loosens his grip 
and his hands begin exploring the skin on my 
back.  He pulls away slightly and looks into 
my eyes.  I can only hope he sees what is 
there and I realize that he does.  He brings 
a hand up to gently hold my face and his 
thumb caresses my cheek.  I lean into his 
touch and bring my hands around to rest on 
his chest.  He leans in and grazes his lips 
on mine and our breaths mingle.  I take his 
lower lip in both of mine and kiss gently.  
He kisses me back, gently nibbling on my 
upper lip.  I let go of his lower lip and 
tilt my head as our lips meld together with 
gentle pressure.  He increases the pressure 
as I feel him pull me against his body once 
again in a fierce embrace.  He has an arm 
around me, holding me to him and a hand in my 
hair, guiding my head as he is kissing me 
senseless.   My own hands have found their 
way into his hair as I do my part in holding 
us together.  He let go of my lips as the 
need for air became apparent, only to latch 
onto my neck.  Breathing heavily, his lips 
travel the length of my neck, nibbling and 
biting my heated skin.  I want his lips 
again, so I pull his face back to mine and 
secure my lips over his, sucking and pulling 
on them with a hunger I had long forgotten.  
Our tongues join and duel for possession, 
each of us relinquishing only to gain control 
once again.  Out of breath, we each release 
our hold our foreheads rest together briefly, 
our breath mingling.  His mouth finds my ear 
and bites gently on its lobe as his hands 
begin traveling down my back and up my sides, 
burning each inch of skin he comes into 
contact with.  I want to feel his skin too, 
so I find the hem of his t-shirt and begin 
pulling it up.  He gets the clue quickly and 
allows me to pull the shirt up an over his 
head.  My hands go immediately to his chest 
and I caress its expanse with my eager touch.  
We exchange glances and each smile for the 
abandon we feel at the moment.  I lean down 
and place small kisses on his chest where my 
hands have traveled.  I kiss his neck and 
take my turn pulling his ear lobe between my 
teeth.  He pulls my face to his for another 
kiss and I feel a hand close over my breast.  
I moan into his mouth at the pleasure of the 
touch as I lean into his hand.  He squeezes 
my breast gently in response.  Then, I feel 
his hands slide around my back and find the 
catch to my bra.  Our lips part as he unhooks 
it and pulls it down my arms and away from my 
body.  He looks at my breasts, then he looks 
wonderingly into my eyes.  I smile crookedly 
at him and he smiles back as he licks his 
lips.  His hands come forward and he lifts my 
breasts gently, his thumbs rubbing over the 
sensitive tips.  I sigh in pleasure at his 
touch and am not sure how much longer I can 
remain on my feet.  I push back insistently 
on his shoulders as I move forward.  He 
reluctantly lets go of my breasts, but wraps 
an arm around and pulls me with him as he 
lies back on the bed.  Our arms wrapped 
around each other, I am lying on top of him.  
With the contact of our naked chests meeting 
for the first time, our lips instinctively 
come together again and we are devouring each 
other.  He rolls me onto my back and easing 
up on our kiss, his hands slide up as he 
wrests my arms from around him and traps them 
by the wrist on either side of my head.  
Breathing heavily, his body is pressing me 
into the mattress.  He leans down and begins 
placing kisses along my collarbone and out to 
my shoulder.  His name escapes from my lips.  
His mouth is moving down, his lips making 
contact with the swell of my breast.  I know 
where he is heading and my body responds to 
the anticipation of his touch.  His mouth 
doesn't go where I thought it would, where I 
wanted it to and I watch in disappointment as 
his lips travel over the opposite swell.  My 
body is yearning for his mouth and I begin 
squirming in an effort to aid him to the 
desired destination.  Then I feel it, his 
warm breath right above where I want his 
mouth.  A whimper escapes me in expectation.  
I feel his tongue wet the skin surrounding 
his target and I am just about undone.  I say 
his name and beg him, please.  Then he is 
there, his mouth warm and wet, his tongue 
swirling, his lips gently pulling.  "Ohhh," 
I say at the pleasure of it.  "Mmmm," I 
hear from him as he hungrily pulls at my 
sensitized flesh with his mouth.  I am 
squirming with delight and he lets go of one 
of my wrists and closes his hand over my 
other breast.  My hand falls on top of his as 
he smoothes his thumb over the hard sensitive 
tip.  I feel his teeth gently nip at the 
pointed tip of the breast he has his mouth on 
and my hand moves to his head.  I want to 
hold him there, but his mouth lets go of my 
breast and licking the enlarged pink crest, 
he glances at me before traveling over to the 
next one.  He doesn't hesitate taking this 
one into his mouth and I cry out as his mouth 
closes over it.  I wrap my arms around his 
head and squeeze him to me.  Then I run my 
hands along as much of his skin as I can 
reach.  I feel his hands moving over my hips 
and along my thighs, then they are moving 
back up again.  His mouth has gone back to 
the first breast and he is sucking hungrily 
on it, his tongue teasing the tip once more.  
My legs have wrapped around his and I am 
shamelessly grinding my pelvis into him.  I 
want his mouth again and urge him to come to 
me.  He releases my breast and does, tucking 
his arms under me.  Our lips meet again 
sweetly, urgently.  I feel the hardness of 
his arousal on my thigh and I want to touch 
him.  Reaching down, I stroke him through the 
thin material and hear his hissing response 
to my touch.  He takes his mouth from mine 
and gazes down at me as he presses himself 
into my hand.  I meet his gaze and squeeze 
him gently before stroking him.   His eyes 
close momentarily at the sensation and he 
rests his forehead on my shoulder as he 
gently rocks himself into my hand.  I am 
happy I am giving him pleasure.  With my 
other hand, I slip a finger under the 
waistband of his pajamas and tug down.  As I 
tug, I let go of him briefly and slide my 
hand under the waistband.  I take him into my 
hand and he jerks involuntarily at the 
contact.  He grabs hold of my hand and pulls 
it out of his pants.  I am slightly 
surprised, but then he suddenly lifts himself 
off me and is pulling the bottoms off 
himself.  When he turns back to me, he 
straddles me and sits back on his heels over 
my legs.  I see his aroused manhood in all 
its glory and my eyes go wide with wonder.  
He leans forward crouching over me and as he 
does, his aroused sex touches me lightly 
through my panties.  My eyes dart to his, my 
desire for him clearly evident in my gaze.  
My hips strain toward him and he leans down 
and kisses me softly.  I reach for him again, 
but he moves away, his lips leaving mine and 
making a trail between my breasts.  He 
settles on his side next to me and rests on 
an elbow.  His hand is now making the trail 
down my body.  It slides over a breast, 
stopping briefly as he teases the sensitive 
peak.  His hand moves to my ribcage, lightly 
tracing, then further down and over my hip.  
Here he stops and slides his hand along the 
elastic band of my panties and over my 
stomach.  My insides quiver at the nearness 
of his soft touch to that part of her hidden 
beneath the panties.  He slides his hand over 
her panties and between her legs.  Her legs 
part for him as she hums her pleasure at his 
touch, twisting toward his hand.  He finds 
her sensitive spot and rubs over it lightly 
with his finger.  She hears him say Jesus and 
her name.  Her panties are damp from her 
arousal and she wants them off so there is no 
barrier between her and his fingers.  She 
starts to reach down to remove them, but he 
must know what she wants because his fingers 
have snaked under the elastic band and are 
pulling them off.  When they are off, his 
hand is between her thighs again, his finger 
rubbing, circling exactly where she wants him 
to.  She spreads her legs wider for him and 
he slips a finger inside of her then back out 
over her swollen folds.  "Oh god," she 
hears herself say.  He is repeating the 
movement adding another finger and the 
sensations he is creating within her are 
about to explode.  He moves over her and 
covers her mouth with his.  His tongue 
invades her mouth his fingers push up inside 
her.  When his finger circles her hot center 
and presses down, she cries out with her 
release.  He kisses her again as her pleasure 
spends itself.  He is positioning himself 
over her now and she opens her legs for him.  
She reaches down and positions his hard, 
rigid manhood at her entrance and spreading 
her legs further, she encourages him forward.  
She is fleetingly afraid she will have a 
difficult time taking him, but urges him 
forward nonetheless.  Their eyes meet and he 
begins to enter her slowly.  As he senses her 
discomfort, he pulls back slightly and then 
pushes forward again, slowly.  He feels 
wonderful inside her and she smiles up at 
him.  Encouraged, he pushes forward again.  
His eyes squint shut as he lets out a 
shuddering breath, murmuring words of 
delight.  He is almost all the way in and she 
can't stand the anticipation any longer.  Her 
hands at his waist, she wraps her legs around 
him and pulls him to her.  This does the 
trick and he slides all the way into her.  
"Oh god Mulder," she tells him.  His lips 
find hers in a tender kiss as his arms wrap 
around her, holding her to him.  Her hands 
slide up his sweat slickened back to his 
shoulders as they kiss.  He releases her 
mouth and slides a hand down to hold onto her 
thigh.  He pulls his hips back slightly and 
pushes into her, once, twice, three times.  
She is trying to match his movements, but is 
so overwhelmed in sensation that it is 
difficult.  He pulls himself almost all the 
way out of her and grabbing hold of her hip, 
he plunged forward again.  "Ahhhh Scully," 
he breaths into her ear.  "My god, you feel 
amazing," he tells her.  She is only 
thinking of how amazing he feels.  He pulled 
himself partly out again she digs her heels 
into the bed and grinds her hips toward his 
forward thrust.  He wrapped his hands up 
under her shoulders as she wrapped her legs 
around his hips.  He is pushing forward 
again, once, twice ... she caught up to him the 
third time and suddenly they were moving in 
sync, their rhythms coming together.  Their 
pace was slow and even and she felt the heat 
of passion rising within her with every 
thrust.  He sped up a little, pounding into 
her with purpose and she sped up with him.  
She felt herself tottering near the edge of 
release.  The waves of pleasure grew higher 
with every firm stroke to her center as he 
plunged into her.  She was breathing hard and 
calling his name wildly.  She heard his voice 
encouraging her, then his mouth closed over 
the tip her breast and as his lips pulled, 
his tongue swirled over it and he thrust hard 
into her.  Then she was gone.  Sailing over 
the edge of sensation.  Upon her release, he 
began to thrust fast and furious as waves of 
pleasure washed over her.  Then he stiffened 
and she felt his passion release deep within 
her.  The movements jerky and uncontrolled.  
They clung to each other as their bodies 
calmed, their breathing returning to normal.  
Her arms slid from around his shoulders to 
rest on his arms.  He lifted his weight off 
her using his elbows and gazed down at her.  
They were still joined and she felt his spent 
manhood pulsing within her.  He smoothed her 
hair away from her face and kissed her lips 
gently.  Stroking his face softly she 
returned his kiss.  They exchanged words of 
wonder and gratitude, before he rolled 
himself off of her.  He pulled her with him 
and she curled herself against his body as he 
covered their cooling bodies.  They spoke for 
a while of many things both silly and 
important for a long while.  When she finally 
drifted off, she was the most content she had 
been in a very long time.

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