From: TBishop27@aol.com Date: Sun, 23 May 1999 01:39:11 EDT Subject: Fwd: Story Submission: Pushed by tbishop27@aol.com Pushed by tbishop27@aol.com AKA- ( SpookyGMan@aol.com) Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully are not mine. They belong to everyone. Thank you Surfer-God for your wonder gift to the world. Classification: MSR (Naked Pretzel Time) Shippy, Sappy, Smut! Rated: NC17 Spoilers: Yeah, one or two. Archive: Be my guest. Just let me know so I can visit. Author's note: Smut is hard to write. I wanted to try it just for kicks. Hope it's not too awful. I now have a keen appreciation for some of the really great smut I've read. Feedback: Always welcome. Please send comments to SpookyGMan@aol.com. Warning: Flames will be forwarded to that dark part of my writers imagination that roams the night in search of victims. PUSHED She just couldn't take this anymore. It had been building, gaining momentum, escalating exponentially, unmercifully over the past six years. She was only human, for godsake, how much did he actually think she could take? Recently she'd found herself doing the strangest and most uncharacteristically emotion driven acts. Desperate acts, she amended her thoughts. Pathetic acts! She never left work until he called it a day, no matter how late he stayed. She was there for him on the weekends too, diligently researching case files in that dreary pit of a basement they had been given as an office. Yeah, Mulder, I have no life to speak of and I don't even care if you know that anymore. When she was forced to exist away from his presence she found ways to be close to him, a phone call, a drive past his apartment, hanging out at the coffee shop near the park where he liked to run hoping she might catch a glimpse of him in those sexy running shorts of his. God, she was stalking him! So this is what you've become, Dana, a sexually frustrated predator so obsessed with your own partner that you would willingly spend your Sunday mornings guzzling down lattes at three dollars a pop just to get a peak at his legs. Not that they aren't worth it, mind you, but Jesus where does it stop? What next, a giant Mulder mural on your bedroom wall? And it scared her that the thought wasn't completely unappealing. My God, what's happening to me? She could feel herself losing control over her life and it had to stop. Mulder had always been a flirt, a tease. He loved to play on her emotions. Toy with her passion. It was an amusing challenge for him to see if he could make her blush or cause her to become so flustered that she was unable to respond coherently to one of his suggestive comments. He could be a real bastard when he wanted to. I wonder what he'd do if I actually took him up on one of his little come-ons, she mused. Probably go into shock. I guess it's lucky for him that I'm a doctor then because next time I'm going for it. She didn't have to wait long at all. That very afternoon, in fact, as they worked side by side in their office, Mulder couldn't resist the temptation. She caught him staring at her as she typed up her report. "What?" She hated when he did that, it made her feel so self-conscience. And so aroused. "Nothing." He continued to stare. "Mulder, why are you looking at me like that?" "Just wondering, Scully." Here it comes. "Um hum." She said warily. "Front or back?" "Excuse me?" He grinned ready to watch her squirm. "Your bra. Does it unhook in the front or in the back?" Can you say sexual harassment, Mulder? No, that wouldn't be any fun. Okay, here goes nothing. "Why don't you come over here and find out for yourself?" Priceless! Look at him. His mouth is actually hanging open. How does it feel, Mulder? She watched his dumbfounded expression with delight. After a long pause she shrugged and returned to her typing. "Just what I thought." She murmured loud enough for him to hear. "All talk and no action. Too bad." It took a while for Mulder to recover but he did finally. "Are you looking for action, Scully?" He was up out of his chair and moving toward her. She stopped typing and looked up at him intently. "Are you offering?" She kept her voice low and inviting. Shit. He froze. This was getting out of hand. Since when did Scully want to play? He ran a nervous hand through his hair and chuckled. "What did you have in mind?" "You're the one obsessed with my underwear, Mulder. You tell me. What did you have in mind?" He retreated. "Just a little harmless office fantasizing, Scully." She wouldn't let it go this time. "You fantasize about me?" The look she gave him nearly knocked him off his feet. Brow raised, she eyed him questioningly. But for added measure she let just the hint of a pout cross her lips. Mulder's knees grew weak. Where is this coming from? Somehow she had taken control of this little exchange and he was the one reacting. And boy was he ever reacting. It was awfully damn hot in here all of a sudden. And just then Mulder realized that the thin fabric of his Armani slacks was a little too revealing. He reached for one of the file folders stacked nearby, feigned interest, then attempted to casually hide himself behind it. Scully smiled pleased. "What's the matter, Mulder? Are you getting turned on?" She reached for the file folder and pulled it away. "Why hide it? It's only you and me down here. I'm a big girl you know, Mulder. It's not like I haven't seen it before." And then she did something even she couldn't believe. She dropped the file folder to the floor and pressed her hand against the hardness of Mulder's erection and rubbed him gently. Jesus! Her partner hissed at the contact. But he quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. "Don't, Scully!" His eyes were dark. Her face flushed and she looked away. Death by humiliation. She had wondered how it would finally end for her and now she knew. She had just embarrassed herself fatally in front of the man she loved. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh God, Mulder. I'm so sorry. I had no right...." She stood and tried to flee the room but Mulder still held her wrist and wouldn't let her go. With one quick movement he pulled her to him. They stood, body to body, staring into each others' eyes. Mulder's breaths quickened. The electricity passing between them at that moment was almost a physical entity itself. "My fault." Mulder rasped apologetically "I...I started this, Scully. I pushed you." "Damn it!" Scully broke away furious turning her back on him. "First of all, Mulder, the image that brings to mind is not one I care to relive." Mulder winced. Modell. Nice choice of words, dumb ass! "I didn't mean...." "And secondly," she cut him off, "I'm the one that was out of line. I let my desires get the better of me." Might as well put it all on the table now. I've probably already done irreparable damage to our partnership. What the hell. "I've wanted you for a long time, Mulder." She closed her eyes. "It's so hard to work as close as we do and fight the feelings that I have for you. I'm tired of trying. God, Mulder, I'm so exhausted from the effort." "Me too, Scully." A voice said in her ear, breathless and aroused. She let out a sharp exhale and a whimper as her desire overwhelmed her. Eyes still closed, she reached back and tangled her fingers in his tousled mop, pulling his mouth to her neck. She melted as he kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin just below her ear and worked his way around under her chin. She let him turn her towards him and moments later he captured her mouth with his. His kiss was rough and needful as he drew her up into his embrace. Salty, she thought with a smile. She knew he would taste this way. He bit, sucked and licked her lips until they hurt. His tongue left no part of her mouth unexplored. Her breathing had become ragged. She was drowning in his desire. Just when she thought she might pass out from lack of oxygen, Mulder pulled back and searched her eyes for permission to continue. "Mulder?" She impressed herself that she still remembered how to speak. "Yeah, Scully?" "Unless you want to do it right here on the desk, I suggest we get the hell out of here." Mulder laughed. "Scully, if we do it here I'll never be able to concentrate on work again." Not that that would be a problem since Skinner would fire them both for fraternization violations. Oh yeah, that would be an interesting conduct hearing. 'Agent Mulder, would you please explain to the board what it is you were doing to your partner on your desk?' xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The trip from their Bureau office to Scully's Georgetown apartment was on this occasion agonizingly long. Several times along the way Mulder had seriously considered pulling the car off the road and putting an end to six years of frustration right there in the back seat. But there was something about the thought of making love to Scully in her apartment that kept him going in spite of his now immediate and all-consuming need to be inside of her. Besides, this was their first time together and he wanted it to be something more than a quickie in the back seat of his sedan. There was something to be proved here. An image of Dana Scully laying naked across that bed of hers moaning and writhing under his well thought out ministrations was all the incentive he needed to hold out for the duration of the drive. Scully, for her part, grew more nervous the closer they got to her apartment. Her and Mulder hadn't spoken a word to each other since they left the office and that had given her too much time to think, too much time to doubt, too much time to reconsider. Jesus, Dana, what's wrong with you? You've finally got what you've been dreaming and fantasizing about for the last six years and now you want to back out? Have you lost your mind? By the time Mulder had parked the car in front of her apartment Scully had convinced herself it was the wrong thing for them to do. "Mulder, would you hate me if I changed my mind?" Her partner dropped his head against the steering wheel in frustration. He sighed, then a smile formed on his lips. "I could never hate you, Scully. I love you. If you don't want this then...we go no further." There was a long silence between them. Finally, Scully rolled her eyes. "Geez, Mulder." She teased, "You could have twisted my arm a little bit." That got her a chuckle. "So that's what you're into? Okay, G-woman, I'll play." He grabbed her arm and twisted it and pulled her towards him. Then he moved in taking her lips with his in a passionate kiss that promised so much more. When he finally released her his voice was low and threatening. "Are you going to invite me inside, Scully. Or do you want it right here?" A chill ran down her back and she visibly shivered to her partner's delight. The look he was giving her went right to her center. She was becoming unbelievably wet. The rational, reasoned, Dr. Scully couldn't put together enough of a cogent argument at that moment to override the burning need within her. The hell with it, she told herself. I want him. "Let's go inside." She told him, her voice a breathless whisper. At the door to her apartment Scully fumbled nervously with the keys. She dropped and retrieved them twice before the touch of Mulder's warm hand over hers steadied her enough to insert the key in the lock and turn it. And then they were inside her apartment. Mulder brought the door closed behind them and turned his attention to the woman standing before him. She looked both aroused and terrified at the same time. And it was at that moment that he realized the enormity of what they were about to do. He was going to make love to Scully. Scully, his best friend, his partner. After all they'd been through together over the years it had finally come down to this. Something they both had wanted desperately for so long, but had been to afraid to face. He wasn't afraid anymore, but he could see that she still was. Scully trusted him completely. He knew that she would do this for him, because he wanted her to, even if she hadn't made up her own mind yet if it was the right thing. If this were any other woman, Mulder would have decided he could live with the guilt of taking advantage of her trust, but not Scully. He could never do that to her. He needed to be sure first that she was ready for this new level of intimacy between them. It had to be right for her. Why was he just standing there looking at her? Did he expect her to make the first move? God, Mulder, don't make me take the lead here, I'm so nervous I don't think I even remember how. They continued to stand there in silence until Scully couldn't take it anymore. Okay, Mulder, you win. She took a deep breath. "Do you want to go into the bedroom?" She asked hesitantly. "Do you, Scully?" The low, seductive quality of his voice and his penetrating dark stare melted away any last fragments of her free will. She was his to do with as he pleased. She had never let a man take her will from her like this. She'd never trusted any man the way she trusted Mulder. And so she would surrender herself to him completely, put aside her fear and give him free reign over her. What ever he wanted was fine with her as long as he kept looking at her like that. "It doesn't matter to me. What ever you prefer." Mulder smiled and ran the back of one long finger gently along her cheek. She shivered and her breathing quickened. "No, Scully." His words were as tender as his touch. "I didn't mean for you to choose where, I meant for you to choose if. I need to know that you're ready and not just willing to take this step." He moved in closer and his voice became almost a whisper. "I know I affect you, Scully, just as you affect me. And I'm well aware of the power that gives me over you. But I could never live with myself if I took advantage of you, of the trust you've placed in me. Before we can make love I need to know that you're not just doing this for me. That you want it as badly as I do, and that you're not letting me push you into doing something you'll end up regretting and resenting me for later. I love you, Dana Katherine Scully, and I'd rather spend the rest of my life working side by side with you and having to take cold showers than know that I have caused you to shed one tear of regret." "Oh, Mulder." She said as she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" "You must have been a very wicked child, Scully." He couldn't resist. "Stop that." She chided. "You know what I meant." She looked up at him and the fear was gone from her eyes leaving only desire in those pools of blue. "I love you. I want you. I don't want to waste another day of my life wondering what it would be like to make love to you. I'm through denying something that should have been ours a long time ago. The only regret I have is that it took me so long to give in." Mulder nodded. "At first I was afraid to trust you. And then when I did trust you I wasn't sure I trusted myself. But you've taught me that I can trust myself. You've proven to me that I am capable of loving someone and of being loved. I cherish you, Dana. You have given my life back to me, a life I lost when I was twelve years old. You've given me so much and I've only taken from you. Let me start giving back to you now, Scully." He took her hand in his and led her into her bedroom without another word. Scully's heart raced as Mulder began to undress her. He slipped off her blazer and tossed it onto the chair in the corner of her room. Next he carefully removed her weapon, placing the Sig Saur and holster on the dresser. Bit by bit Agent Scully was becoming Dana Scully, the FBI persona replaced by the woman hidden underneath the carefully tailored business suit. She could feel the heat emanating from his hands as he slowly unbuttoned one button and then the next and the next down her blouse. He took her hands to his mouth one by one and kissed each palm in turn as he unfastened the tiny buttons at her wrists. Scully started to slip the blouse off then, but Mulder stopped her, his eyes pleading. "Let me." It was the same voice he'd used on her earlier. She was putty. His hands slid under her blouse and settle on her shoulders. Flesh against flesh. Scully groaned at this new sensation. Mulder leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue exploring and tasting until Scully's lungs screamed for air. She broke away gasping and realized that her blouse and bra were now lying at her feet. How did he do that? Mulder looked at her adoringly. "Sweet Jesus, Scully." He breathed drinking in the sight of her perfect ivory mounds and erect coral nipples. It wasn't the first time he'd seen them, but it was the first time he'd let himself really look. Allowed himself the pleasure. God, she was beautiful. He reached out, cupping each of her breasts and worshipping them with his hands and fingers, feeling her tits grow harder with each stroke of his thumbs. Scully drew in short quick gasps. And when he knelt down and brought his mouth to suckle and nip the places where his fingers had just been, she cried out and threw back her head. As his tongue licked and teased each of her nipples, his hands moved down to her waist and unhooked then unzipped her skirt letting it drop to the floor. Scully slipped out of her high heeled pumps and Mulder stripped off her pantyhose leaving her fully naked before him. He stood up and stepped back admiring the perfection that was Scully. At the sight of her, the hard on that Mulder had been enduring for a painfully long time began to throb until he was certain he was about to explode and embarrass himself right then and there. This was going to be over before it started if he didn't calm down a little. How the hell was he supposed to do that with her standing there naked like that? "Mulder?" Scully felt uncomfortable being the only one without clothes. "Yeah?" He continued to stare, committing every inch of her to his photographic memory. This was a vision he wanted to be able to recall again and again for the rest of his life. "I'd like to see you too." She told him. He smiled and put his arms out to the sides in surrender. "Come and get me." The grin that elicited from Scully lit up her entire face. She was on him in a heartbeat. And she meant business. The suit jacket she tossed to the floor, his weapon and holster were hastily removed although she did take the time to give him the same courtesy and placed his gun on the dresser beside hers. The shirt she literally ripped open, buttons flying in all directions, she wrestled it off his arms like a woman possessed. Mulder chuckled at her impatience. This was his Scully all right. A frown crossed her lips as she pulled at his undershirt. "Mulder, you wear too God damn much clothes." He appeased her by pulling it off over his head in one swift movement and tossing it across the room. "That better?" She placed both her hands on his chest allowing them to roam, enjoying the heat and muscle, letting her fingers comb through the dark hairs. Oh yeah, this was definitely better. She'd wanted to do this for the longest time. The feel of Mulder's sculpted flesh beneath her fingers ignited her passions like gasoline on a fire. She let her hands drop down to the waistband of his slacks. Licking her lips in anticipation, she undid the button and zipper and let them drop at his feet. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the remains of his suit. She looked him up and down and, with a sigh of resignation, knelt at his feet to remove the second gun he wore at his ankle. He'd started packing a spare a few years back and she couldn't say that she blamed him. Mulder had a tendency to lose his weapon at inopportune moments. Better to err on the side of caution in their line of work. She quickly place this weapon with the other and turned back to find that Mulder had finished undressing himself. She took a moment to let herself enjoy the view. Mulder naked she had seen. Fully aroused Mulder naked was quite another story. He was beautiful. His cock stood at full attention for her. She eyed him up and down approvingly. Damn, it just wasn't fair. Anyone who looked as good as Mulder did in clothes had no right to be even more gorgeous without them. For a guy pushing forty he looked incredibly well maintained. Well, he did keep in shape, running, swimming, basketball, baseball...oh yeah, baseball. The thought of their recent batting session brought a wistful smile to her lips. "Scully, I'm getting cold." He complained. Cold? He had to be kidding. It couldn't get any hotter in this room. Okay, maybe it was just her. In that case, "Don't worry, I'll keep you warm, Mulder." It came out as a sultry seductive promise. That's it! Enough foreplay. He grabbed Scully and tossed her onto the bed positioning himself over her at the ready. "I want you now." He demanded, pinning her arms to the bed and staring down at her with hungry eyes. She felt for sure that his voice alone could bring her to orgasm. Of course his forceful he-man routine wasn't hurting either. She nodded her consent opening herself to him and closing her eyes in anticipation of their union. "Open your eyes, Scully." His voice still requiring but not as stern. She followed his orders, looking up into his eyes dark and desirous. And then he came down, penetrating so deeply that Scully couldn't help the scream that escaped her. Trapped in each other's gaze he wordlessly asked if she was all right and she reassured him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and they began to move together, establishing a rhythm that suited them both. Mulder's cock was rock hard and with each powerful thrust he claimed another part of her soul. Scully was surprised to find how vocal she was. It had never been this way for her before. She moaned and cried out louder and louder as he kept up his passionate assault. And when he brought his mouth down onto her breast, taking it deep and sucking so hard that it hurt, she exploded in ecstasy. The walls of her vagina convulsing wildly around his steel shaft, her fingernails digging like claws into his back, and the sound of her impassioned recitation of his name put Mulder over the edge too. "Oh..God...Sculleee...!" He screamed into her breasts, erupting inside her, filling her with his essence. They collapsed into each other, bodies tingling, hearts pounding. At last they had sated the burning hunger that had driven them to distraction for all these long years. No more would they need to deny themselves the comfort of each other's bodies. They had finally given in to the inevitable end that they were destined to realize from the day that fate had first thrown them together. Mulder rolled over onto his back pulling Scully on top of him. She lifted her head off his chest and studied his face and the satisfied smile he wore. "Mulder, I can't believe what we just did." "Give me a minute, Scully, we'll do it again." And then she laughed, a wonderful, happy, all-is-right-with-the-world laugh, that Mulder thought he could never get enough of. It was a celestial sound like an angel would make. He'd always suspected that Scully had been sent to him from heaven and now he was sure of it. How about that? He had his own personal angel. Now that's a X-file. For the first time since....since ever, Mulder felt truly loved and was happy. He promised himself at that moment that no matter what the future held, he and Scully would remain together always. Fini