From kirsten_xf@yahoo.com Mon Oct 8 12:26:44 2001 Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 02:13:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Kirsten Kerkhof To: submissions@x-philes.com Subject: story submission TITLE: "Scully's Man" AUTHORS: Debbie Cullen & Kirsten Kerkhof FEEDBACK: Certainly! We welcome positive feedback. Flames will be used to roast marshmellows! Debbie (djc45@hotmail.com) and Kirsten (kirsten_xf@yahoo.com) RATING: Mild NC-17 DISCLAIMER: They're not ours. We'd know what we'd do if they were, wouldn't we? SUMMARY: Valentine's Day with a bonus CATEGORY: Mulder-Scully Romance. What else? KEYWORDS: V, R, li'l bit of A, some H too ... NOTE: Our very first story written together. Kirsten started and we just made up the story as it progressed. Saying we both got a couple of surprises at times would be an understatement, but we definitely had fun writing it!!! We hope you'll have just as much fun reading it! XxXxX "Scully's Man" XxXxX I've never been one to pay much attention to holidays. Never have been and I'll be damned if I ever will be. Holidays have never meant a lot to me after all, they were just like ordinary days with the added bonus that the misery that was my life seemed to be quadrupled by the fact that this particular day, week, whatever, was a time supposedly of happiness and celebration. No celebrations for me though, not since Sam's disappearance anyway. My time with Scully hasn't changed me much in that respect, although the feeling of being loved and needed for a change is unbeatable. I actually had the very first thoroughly enjoyable Christmas since I was about ten, only two months ago. Maggie, Scully's mom who inexplicably seems to have developed a major soft spot for Yours Truly, invited me over and brooked no denial. Scully had warned me of that particular tone in her voice and once again I discovered just how persuasive Scully women can be. Amazing. Anyway, her voice would have made rear admirals with thirty years of service pee their pants and as a result I found myself whiling away the Christmas holidays in the home port of the Scully clan. I've never had a better time in my life, and of that I'm absolutely certain. Of course it also helped tremendously that Scully and I decided to spend those particular Christmas days chipping away at the fragile and derelict ruins of what had remained of the walls between us. In short, we talked and talked and then acted when talking was no longer what we craved most. Seven years is a damn long time to wait. I think Bill blew a couple of fuses when he found out that this sorry son of a bitch had been doing the nasty with his baby sister right under the same roof as his, and especially when he also found out that that particular baby sister was in no way objecting to the course of events. Quite to the contrary I might add, but I'll keep this little tidbit of information to myself I think. Anyway, after the holidays we returned to DC and to our respective apartments. We still had the FBI and the Syndicate to worry about, even though our inner selves urged us to throw all caution to the wind and spend each night screwing like bunnies until we'd both collapse with exhaustion. Been spending the better part of the Christmas holidays in that fashion incidentally, but here, in the capital, we had to be careful. And that's why we had to spend at least three nights a week apart. I can't believe I survived. But that's in the past. I smile at myself in the mirror over the bedroom cabinet as I check my appearance. We no longer worry about the FBI or the goddamned Syndicate and that's more than enough to put a smile on any grumpy's face. Or so I kid myself, for I know fully well why I'm really smiling: the crack in the mirror that splits my image and the memory of the night of steamy hot fun that caused it. Scully'd had a headache for days afterwards. Poor girl. I'm very conservatively dressed to my standards. I have to be. I'm taking Scully out to dinner tonight and the restaurant I'm taking her to doesn't allow ties with fluorescent UFOs printed this way and that across the silk. You see, we're going to celebrate another holiday today - I think I'm beginning to get the hang of this celebrating - namely Valentine's Day. I feel like I've become a sentimental fool. But, Scully asked for it and I'm totally incapable of denying her anything and besides it's certainly good fun to be spending the night with the woman of my dreams on a day that has been dedicated to eternal love for ages. I grab my coat from the seven-ball of my coat hanger and leave my apartment. Half past seven, bang on time. That only leaves me the traffic to deal with and then we're off to a romantic dinner for two, followed by ... well ... dessert. Nothing can go wrong tonight, I'm absolutely positive about that. XxXxX I can't believe this. I'm standing outside Scully's door. And I'm nervous! Can you believe it? NERVOUS! I almost feel like this is our first date. I feel like I have to make a good impression. I mean, I know I made a good impression on Scully, but this is the first time I've planned a romantic night out for us. I guess that's the good impression I'm hoping to make. I finally get up the courage and knock on the door. She calls out and tells me that she'll be here in a minute. I have on Scully's favourite suit. The one she says makes my eyes sparkle. I stopped at the florist on my way here. I couldn't decide what to get for my lady. She's perfect and everything I looked at, paled miserably in comparison. I did find one thing that was almost as beautiful as she is ... I hear the click, click, click of her shoes as she comes to open the door. As she opens the door, I hide her present behind my back. When I see her, my heart almost stops. She simply takes my breath away. She is wearing a dark green velvet dress. It is quite low cut in the front (very low cut for Scully) and has thin spaghetti straps set with rhinestones. There is also a diamond shape, set with rhinestones, that sits nestled between her breasts. She is wearing single stud rhinestone earrings. She has her hair all swept up in the back, held in place with a comb, also set with rhinestones. The dress fits every curve of her luscious body. It is ankle length and slit up to the knee on one side. The whole outfit is set off by the black, 3-inch, stiletto heels. She is absolutely stunning. I feel completely underdressed (and undeserving). As she opens the door, she greets me with a quick kiss on the lips. I take her present out from behind my back and present it to her. It is a beautiful single red rose. I tell her that it's the only thing I could find that even came close to being as beautiful as she was. I lean over and kiss her deeply. Personally, I'd be just as happy to stay home tonight, but I know this means a lot to Scully, so I let the kiss end. I ask her if she's ready to go. She just steps inside to get her coat and purse. I take her coat from her and help her to get into it. I have to do everything just right. I want to prove to her that I really can be a romantic kind of guy - outside of the bedroom that is. I know she has no complaints there. Then I hold my hand out to her. She takes it and we're off. She tries to get me to tell her where we're going for dinner. I tell her it's a surprise, but that she'll like it. I see the look on her face as we pull up at "Sargento's", a local Italian restaurant. I knew she'd been wanting to try this place. I thought this was the perfect opportunity. She reaches over and squeezes my hand and the smile on her face reveals how happy she is. We enter the front door and I tell the maitr'd that we have a reservation at 8:30 p.m. We are shown to our table. It is in a very quiet, secluded corner of the restaurant - just as I had requested. When we are seated, I order a bottle of Scully's favourite white wine. Then we peruse the menu. Jokingly, I ask Scully if we should get oysters. She says the last thing we need is an aphrodisiac. We'd never make it home. We both laugh. It is so good to see her laugh. She doesn't really laugh very often. I decide on a good sirloin steak with a side of fettuccine alfredo. Scully chooses a salmon steak. We have a really wonderful meal, laughing and joking all along. I don't think we've ever had such an enjoyable time together, at least not out of bed! Throughout the meal, I occasionally put my hand in my pocket and finger the ring box that rests there. That would be Scully's other Valentine's present! Scully and I decide to share a piece of triple chocolate cake for dessert. I sort of had something else in mind for dessert, but Scully's a real chocoholic and, as I said before, I can't deny her anything. Besides, who says we can't have two desserts - one here and one back at Scully's later. If I'm going to propose to her, I've got to do it right. If I do it right I know she won't be able to say anything but 'yes." XxXxX I watch her across the table quietly sipping the Irish coffee I ordered for both of us after we finished the triple chocolate cake and then I'm struck by the enormity of this moment. Here we are, not unlike any young couple, sharing Valentine's Night in an upscale restaurant, and we are together. After all these years, despite all the misery and misfortune, illness and death, we are together. We are together! Suddenly the ring in my pocket becomes a living thing somehow as I realise the step we're about to take. Because there isn't a single doubt in my mind that I'm doing the right thing by asking her to marry me. And yet, isn't it almost an afterthought? We're as close as spouses already, and have been for years. In many ways we've been closer than many married couples will ever be. But even then it is a confirmation of what we have, Scully and I. Maybe Maggie was right, last time I went to see her: I am a romantic fool deep inside. And probably more traditional than any of us would ever admit. "So, what do you think, Mulder?" Scully asks and I look at her. She's looking back at me indulgently, knowing and accepting the fact that I haven't caught a single word she's been saying. Instead I reach over and take her hand, bring it to my lips and kiss the palm. When our eyes meet, my lips still touching the soft skin of her hand, I see her eyes sparkle. She's so beautiful I can feel a lump in my throat. I can't believe I've never noticed how she sparkles, but then again how could I have noticed when I practically didn't even know such a thing existed? It's true though. She reminds me of the Northern Star, eternal, bright, showing me the direction I have to take. She's my guiding light into a life I never deserved but received anyway. God must have been in an awfully good mood the day he decided to send this woman my way. "Mulder," Scully says softly and I let go of her hand. "What?" She smiles widely, a smile I know would cost many a man a couple of nights' sleep. It's that delightful naughty little girl's smile, sweet and wide and unbelievable sexy. It's totally irresistible, which is perfectly fine because I don't need to resist. I nod slowly, once. "Yeah, let's go." It's a good thing we both decided on our winter coats because it's absolutely freezing cold outside. And I wouldn't have given the weather as much as a thought if I didn't have somewhere to go with her. After all there's a lovely heated apartment waiting for us, with a brand new bed I can't wait to try out, but there's something I need to do and that can't wait. We're in my car, heading for the Potomac River. Our bench. Scully's clearly noticed we're not going home for she turns her head questioningly. "Mulder, where are we going?" "Shh," I merely reply. She lets out a brief disbelieving chuckle. "Mulder, you've missed our exit!" I smile enigmatically. "I know." She raises a finely sculpted eyebrow, a reaction that makes me sigh in satisfaction. Perhaps I was waiting for that Scully reaction, and perhaps I wasn't, but it makes my day. It's a challenge, and I can't resist a challenge. "We're going to the Potomac?" I nod. "Yes." She smiles. "You're such a romantic, Fox Mulder," she sighs and I grin. XxXxX "It sure has been a long time since I've last been here." I nod, frowning and looking across the river at the lights of the city. "Yeah, for me, too. Seems like it has always been such a sad place for us ..." "Don't say that ..." I look at her. We're standing on the riverbank, face to face, our arms around each other under our coats. I rub my fingers across the velvet of her dress over and over again. Slick one way, coarse the other. Incredible. Which is exactly how she's looking now. Incredible. Mindbogglingly beautiful. She's fabulous. Awe-inspiring. I don't deserve her, I think all of a sudden. I've been a fool for thinking I could ever marry this woman. I'm a fool and a madman and I will only bring her misery. Jesus, I've brought her nothing but misery so far and she's too forgiving to leave me but I'm toxic! I'm poisoning her with everything I do and yet, here I am, with a goddamned ring in my pocket, about to ask her to bind herself to me in what is most certainly for her the most binding of unions between people. I can't do it. It would be too selfish even for an asshole like me to want to claim her as my own, bind her to me with a gold band and promises of a life I cannot possibly give her. "Mulder, what's wrong?" Oh God, Scully, you wouldn't understand ... Her hand comes up from under my coat to touch my face. Her tenderness is burning. "Mulder, you've clearly brought me here for a reason, but you haven't told me what that reason is." I meet her eyes. Please don't let that glistening of her eyes be tears. Her tears are whips, lashing at my heart. I feel like I'm bleeding all over. Slowly I nod. "Yeah, I brought you here for a reason. A reason I thought was going to make today the happiest day of my life." I can't look at her, even though I've caught a glimpse of her smile. I don't want to see her smile. Instead I stare at the mud under our feet. Great, not only have I ruined her life, I've just killed her shoes as well. How fucking appropriate! My anger at myself grows quickly. I'm sick in my desire for her. I don't know how I ever thought I could have her, but I'm a sick man. "Mulder, look at me." At first I don't want to, but I can't refuse her anything. She's still smiling a little and I can't help the corners of my mouth imitating hers, the anger ebbing away just a bit. It makes her smile even wider. "That's much better," she says softly, "you looked so incredibly sad." My smile is gone, followed by hers. Bastard, I curse myself. "Why won't you let me comfort you?" she whispers. "How can I know you when you won't share your feelings with me?" Her thumb caresses my lips. "You know I love you, don't you? What will it take to change you so you'll believe me?" "An act from God? A miracle perhaps?" She smiles. "I'm good at miracles," she quips mildly. Her words blow my mind. She is, I realise. She is good at miracles. She's shown me over and over again! I'm amazed beyond words. "Mulder, you're gaping," she giggles. I close my mouth, grinning widely. But, my God, I do deserve her, unbelievable as it may seem! It doesn't matter what I think I am, or what anybody else thinks I am, I'm better than that! I'm not my father's greatest disappointment or my mother's failure. I'm not the Cancer Man's tool or Kersch's whipping boy or Bill's son of a bitch. I'm Scully's man! I take the small box from my pocket and I watch her eyes as she sees what I'm doing and then her eyes go wide just before she looks at me and gives me the warmest sweetest smile I've ever seen on her. "So that's what you brought me here for," she says softly as I slip the ring on her finger. "You're such a romantic fool," she adds before she reaches up to kiss me. It should be no kind of compliment, really, but it's the best thing I've ever heard from her. "So, tell me, Mulder, how close were you to chickening out?" I grin. "Awfully close," I answer truthfully. "And I made you change your mind?" I nod and she smiles. "Aww, don't tell me I've turned you into an incurable softie," she jokes. I can't help the laughter that bubbles up. "Come on," I say, wrapping my arm around her waist and leading her to the car. "Let's celebrate." XxXxX When we get back to the car, Scully asks me to turn the heat up. She's freezing. I comply with her request, then I turn to her and say "Come over here beside me. I'll get you warmed up." I put my arms around her and pull her to me - so close that not even air could get between us. "I love you, Scully. I know I don't deserve you, but I promise I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy." "Mulder, all you have to do to make me happy is be yourself. I love you for who and what you are." Trying to break the seriousness of the moment, I tell her, "Now if only your brother agreed with you." Scully smiles. "Don't you worry about Bill. Mom and I will keep him in line." Then she reaches up and kisses me with love and tenderness. I know I am absolutely in heaven as I return her kiss. "Mulder?" "Yeah." I answer as I pull my mouth away from her neck. She tastes so good. "You said you wanted to celebrate, right?" "Sure do," I tell her as I resume nibbling the side of her neck. "Well, I can see how you'd like to celebrate. Don't get me wrong, I'm not opposed to the idea, but could we do something first?" I groan as I pull back again and look at her. "For me?" she asks innocently. "Don't look at me like that Scully. You know I can't resist that look." "That's what I'm hoping." "Okay. Tell me what you have in mind." "Dancing," she says mischievously. I just stare at her for a minute and before I can reply, she continues. "I know you're not crazy about dancing, but from what I remember you really are pretty good at it. It would be so romantic." "I am usually good at things that take rhythm," I respond. "I'm certainly not going to disagree with that," she says with a really wicked grin on her face. "Later you can prove to me just HOW good, but first ... dancing." "Your wish is my command, my lady," I say as I lightly kiss her on the end of her cute little nose. Then I start the car and we're off. Before we get back on the highway I tell her that I have no idea where's a good spot for dancing. Scully says she knows just the spot. She heads me back towards Georgetown. When I pull in where Scully instructs me to, I can't believe what I see. It's a big, beautiful hotel called "The Grand Vienna Hotel". "Scully, this place looks amazing," I say. "It's even better inside." "I don't imagine people can just walk in here without a reservation." With that she opens her purse and pulls out two tickets. "I think these will take care of that problem." "You had this planned all along, didn't you?" "Absolutely. And if you think this is good wait until you see what I have planned for later." With that she opens the car door and gets out. I almost trip over myself getting out of the car. I hurry around the back of the car and grab Scully's hand and we walk inside hand in hand. The inside of this hotel is absolutely the most luxurious I have ever seen. I know my usual choice in hotels leaves a lot to be desired, but could you see the FBI if they had to pay for a place this? Besides all that, I feel out of place here - like I don't quite belong. I can't let Scully down, however, so I'll make the best of it. When we get to the ballroom, Scully hands the person at the door our tickets. He takes our coats and hangs them up and then ushers us inside. As I look around the room I realize that this is a Valentine's Day dance. I look at Scully and grin. I hear the strains of an old Beatles tune that I've always liked. It's slow and sweet. I reach over and take Scully's hand and pull her out on to the dance floor. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. She puts her arms around my waist and rests her head on my chest. Now I know I'm in heaven. We gently sway to the music and before I know it, the only other person in the room is Scully. She may have had a point about this dancing. It's actually not bad. I think I could easily get used to this. After all, dancing with Scully isn't just dancing - it's pure paradise! "Mulder, the music has stopped." "So," I groan. "I think people are starting to look." "If they're jealous because I've got the most beautiful woman in the room, it's not my fault," I say. Scully pulls back and slaps me on the arm, "Get serious!" "I'm perfectly serious. There isn't another woman in this room who could ever hold a candle to you." Scully smiles from ear to ear. "Mulder ..." she says shyly. Before she can say anything else, I bend down and kiss her. Long before I would have liked, Scully pulls away. She takes my hand and leads me back out on the dance floor. I wrap her in my arms once again. I guess that wasn't so bad. I just traded one pleasure for another. When I think about it though (as hard as thinking is when I have Scully in my arms), I realise that every minute I spend with Scully is a pleasure. Even when we argue. At least I know she cares enough to bother to argue. That is just one way that she's so unlike anyone else I've ever had in my life. She is definitely one of a kind. Scully snaps me back to reality when she pulls away and drags me off the dance floor. I go begrudgingly, but then I'd follow her anywhere. About an hour later, we decide it's time for us to go. I go to fetch our coats. When I return with them, Scully is dangling a hotel key from her fingers. "What have you done, Scully?" I ask. "It's not about what I've done. It's about what I'm going to do," she replies with a devilish grin on her face. Then she grabs my tie and drags me towards the elevators. This woman certainly never ceases to amaze me. When the doors open, the elevator is almost empty. As we step inside my arm goes around her shoulder. She smiles. At the next floor, there are a number of people who cram into the elevator. Don't they know this isn't the ONLY elevator in the hotel? Anyway I end up moving Scully around in front of me, so we are facing each other. It is so crowded that Scully is pushed right up against me. I don't think I have to say what that did to a certain part of my anatomy. Sometimes I think I have a constant hard-on when I'm around Scully. God! What a woman! Just when I think things are about as bad as they can get, Scully slips her hand down between us and rubs my already straining cock right through my clothes. It's all I can do not to yelp. As we approach our floor, I wonder how I am ever going to get out of this elevator without someone noticing the current state of that certain part of my anatomy. As we step to the front of the elevator, I pray that our coats, that I am still carrying, will hide the evidence of Scully's little game. As we exit the elevator, it's all Scully can do to suppress a giggle when she sees the look on my face. I'm going to get her for this I swear. When we get to our room, Scully opens the door and we both step inside. She barely has the door closed, when I drop our coats. I reach out and grab her and pull her to me. Then I pull her face to mine and devour her mouth with mine. After a minute she pulls away, "Patience, Mulder!" "After what you did to me in the elevator, you're lucky you still have clothes on!" "Who, me?" she asks in the most innocent voice she can manage. "Miss Scully, I never knew you were such a flirt!" She looks me straight in the eyes and says, "I had a good teacher." "Gee, something I'm actually good at," I say sarcastically. She steps closer and puts her arms around my neck. "Believe me, Mulder, there are a number of things you are extremely good at," she says and reaches up and kisses me. She pulls away only briefly to finish her statement. "Now prove it!" She plants her mouth on mine with such force I almost stumble backwards. Slowly we start moving towards what I assume is the bedroom. To be perfectly honest I don't even care where we're going. All I care is that I'm going there with Scully. Everything is going along fine when suddenly I feel something behind my legs. Scully continues to gently push me along. With nowhere for my legs to go, I feel myself falling. Assuming we are beside the bed, I grab Scully to bring her with me. When I land, I hear a splash and realise we are in the bathroom and have just fallen in the bathtub. We both start to laugh hysterically. XxXxX What a night this is turning out to be! I wouldn't have believed any of it if it hadn't been actually going on right now. Scully's still giggling, and she has a good reason, too. We sure do have a thing with missing our exits tonight ... I adjust our position slightly, which isn't all that easy, but I want to see her. I want to see her reaction to this situation. And I admit I'm prepared for just about anything, but the expression of pure joy in her eyes is simply breathtaking. In other situations, with other women, I would feel too embarrassed, too humiliated to even attempt as much as a smile - I'd probably be out of this room by now - but Scully makes this situation a joy and a pleasure all in itself. Not to mention one that has multiple possibilities of course ... "Mulder, you're soaked!" she giggles with an uncharacteristic lack of subtlety. Her words crack me up and boy, am I enjoying this! It's not everyday I get to enjoy HappyScully and I've decided long ago to relish these occasions to the limit. "Thanks for noticing," I grin, brushing a strand of hair from her brow. It takes nothing at all to remove the comb altogether. It's sexy this way ... Slowly she slides down my legs until her body is flush with mine. "I'm wet, too," she whispers, her eyes suddenly devoid of mirth and darkened with desire. Her voice makes my blood boil. "I bet you are," I reply in a low voice, sliding the sparkling straps of her dress down her shoulders and upper arms, all the while keeping our gazes firmly locked. The myriad of colours, which are washing through those unbelievable eyes, is incredible. She works her arms free from the dress, which leaves her upper body naked for me to enjoy. "So," I continue, "you ... erm ... were talking about proving something?" She smiles. "I was," she answers, scooping up some water in her lovely hands. "But first I want to have some fun." And with these words she dribbles the water down my shirt, soaking it even further. She fakes amazement. "Look, Mulder, your shirt is all wet," she comments, trying to sound surprised, but her bout of giggles make it impossible for her to pull it off. Her mood is definitely infectious. "You'd better take it off before you catch a cold." Dana Scully, does your mum know you're acting like this? God, I hope not. Maggie is a true gem, but she's terribly old- fashioned in her ideas and she'd be traumatised for life to see her beloved daughter here with me like this. I yank off my tie - I wouldn't dare put any obstructions in her path when she's in a mood like this - and then her nimble doctor's fingers make quick work of the buttons of my shirt. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to deduct she's used to undressing people - whoa! - and I probably would've taken twice the time. Perhaps that's why she's doing it. She pulls the shirt out of my pants and slips the garment down my arms into the hot water behind me. "And look, your undershirt's wet, too." I grin, I just can't help myself. "Care to take it off?" She matches my grin with a lascivious one of her own. God, I love this woman! I love her and I love being able to be here with her, uninhibited and totally at ease with the situation we've so inadvertently found ourselves in. I can safely say I've never been this comfortable with any woman before - and I've been in some pretty intense relationships in my time - but with Scully it just comes naturally. There's nowhere for each other to hide, we know so much about the other it isn't even funny and somehow that just makes it better. We can be gravely serious together and we can fool around like a couple of horny teenagers and it's all as natural as breathing. Then again, even though fooling around sure has its charms, do I really want to finish this in here? Erm, I guess not. "Hey, Scully, wanna continue this someplace else?" She smiles slowly, her eyes glittering hotly in the low light of the princely bathroom. I make a vow to return here before tomorrow's over and enjoy this room and that wonderful whirlpool bath - so obviously built for two - to the limit. She stands, the dress sliding down her body like a wisp of air and she gets out of the tub. "After all, why hurry now when we've got all the time in the world?" I say, drawing her to me again. She feels so good pressed up against me, I should've done this ages ago. Then again, maybe we needed this much time just to get to this point. We may not have ended up here together if we'd cut corners earlier on. But that's not our concern now. "We've got plenty of time to enjoy the tub," I say softly. I put my mouth next to her ear. "Later," I whisper and I swear I can feel her shudder in my arms. Not to mention hearing a very audible gasp coming from the woman who's currently nearly melting in my arms. Well done, Fox, old boy ... I can't help giving myself a mental high-five in victory. Who'd have thought that the immaculate, ever-professional Agent Dana Scully could actually swoon? Not the Bureau certainly, and until just over a month ago, not me either. But I know now. As we get to the bedroom - yes, I checked this time. No more getting lost for us - I scoop her up in my arms and carry her into the room. We must make quite a picture: both of us naked from the waist up, and soaking wet as far as any remaining clothing is concerned. "Mmm, Mulder, a little girl's dream come true: being carried across the threshold by an insanely handsome man." I'm sure I'm wearing the goofiest grin on my face as I gently lie her down on the bed. She looks positively decadent lying there, a sumptuous dream come true with her fiery hair in a wavy halo around her beautiful beautiful face, her flawless body framed by the crisp white sheets of the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of high-cut black lace panties, thigh-highs and her three-inch heels dangling from her feet like an afterthought, barely hanging on. Not unlike my own control, really. But first a kiss. I just have to kiss her. I don't care if the world ends right now, but I've got to taste those lips. So I bend down and cover her mouth with mine. Our kiss is slow and sensual and utterly erotic. I couldn't stop if a bomb went off right beside me. I barely notice how she rolls us over so she's on top, in fact I don't even realise any of it until she slowly draws away and looks wantonly down into my eyes. "Hi, Casanova," she whispers and I almost choke in surprise. I think Caveman Mulder's about to pay a visit as I wonder whether her kiss has caused permanent brain damage, rendering me totally speechless. Trust this woman to get even me, 'Mr I-can-ramble-on-about-any-insignificant-detail-for- twenty-minutes', lost for words. "Hey," I reply. 'Smooth move, Fox ...' I curse myself. 'How eloquent can you get ...' "So, erm, any plans?" Scully continues. I can tell she has a few of her own just in case. "Well," I say slowly, gazing into her passion dark eyes and my hands tireless in their exploration of her body. We may have been together countless times, but each night is a whole new journey of discovery. "How about stripping naked as quickly as possible and screwing like bunnies till the morning comes?" She blushes. She actually blushes! How can anyone ever have called her 'Ice Queen'? I just don't get it. What fools they are. She bends down, her hands already busy undoing the belt of my trousers, and touches her lips to mine when she answers. They make shivers run up and down my spine with each feather-like touch. "All right, Casanova, show me what you're worth ..." I smile, "Ah, a chance to prove myself." She pulls the belt from the loops and throws it over the side of the bed. "Yeah ...", she answers in that low voice of hers that only increases the amount of blood already heading firmly south. "Because I remember us talking about "a number of things" and we've got all night ..." 'Oh goodie', I cheer inwardly, 'Scully wants to play ...' XxXxX I still find it incredible that a woman like Scully could really feel this way about someone like me. I feel so much where she's concerned, I can't put it into words. Words just seem totally inadequate. I guess I'll just have to show her how I feel. I quickly roll her over, so her small body is pinned underneath mine. I lean down and gently kiss her, running my tongue along her lips requesting entrance. She is only too happy to invite me in. We thoroughly explore each other - slowly and sweetly. I brake the kiss and quickly get up and strip my trousers and boxers off, as quickly as possible - considering they are soaking wet. Then I kneel down at the foot of the bed. I slip her shoes off her feet. Then I reach up and strip each of her stockings off. I plant kisses on each of her beautiful toes. Then I slowly start kissing along her foot and then up her leg. It's not until I reach the back of her left knee, where I plant kisses and gently lick that tender spot that Scully cannot hold back her moan anymore! Her moan is like music to my ears. It spurs me on. I place gentle kisses all along her inner thighs. When I reach the patch of auburn curls at the apex of those luscious thighs, I pause. How can I best pleasure this wonderful woman? That's all I care about now - pleasuring her the very best that I can. I gently separate her legs and plunge my tongue into her silky folds. God, she's so wet and so hot! My tongue searches around until it finds her clit. Then I focus my attention there. Focusing my attention really paid off. Scully begins to moan and buck wildly against me. "Please, Mulder ... NOW! I want you inside me, please!!" I tell her that her wish is my command. I slowly kiss my way up her body. When I reach her breasts, I suck one into my mouth and tweak the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Scully moans. Then I switch and she moans more. As I start to move up her chest to her throat, she reaches down between us and grasps my manhood in her tiny hand. She gently rubs her hand up and down my whole length and then runs her thumb across the head. It's all I can do not to lose it right then and there. "Sc-u-u-l-l-e-e-e!" I scream, as I nestle my face in the crook of her neck and suck on her neck. She takes me in her hand and guides me inside of her. God it feels good. It only takes a couple of thrusts when I feel her inner muscles tighten around me. I've never felt anything that was this good. Every time we are together, it just gets better and better. "Mulder, I'm gonna come," she moans. "Me, too!" I manage to get out before I feel myself free falling. I feel Scully follow shortly after me. When she's finally able to put more than two words together, Scully says, "Everytime I think you've made me feel everything I possibly can, you make me feel even more. You are really incredible!" Ready to doze off to sleep, I say, "Scully, if you keep this up, I just might get to like holidays and special occasions - I might even look forward to them." THE END Send us feedback!!!! All feedback enthusiastically rewarded (we have Mulders on offer!) Debbie Cullen Kirsten Kerkhof