Secret Fantasies II By T Bishop Rated: NC-17 Category: MSR/Lurid Fiction Warning: This story contains sexual subject matter which some may find offensive. But we don't want to reveal Mulder's fantasy to everyone just yet, so... skip ahead to the end of the story and read the warning spoilers IF you think there's a chance we might be going somewhere beyond your personal comfort zone. Authors' note: This is a continuation of SECRET FANTASIES I. You should read that fic first if you want to have a better understanding of what lead up to the events in this story. Disclaimer: Even if Chris wanted to let his Mulder and Scully play like this FOX would never allow it. But we will. Feedback: Eagerly awaited at tbishop27@mindspring.com Author's notes: Thanks to David for beta, and to Grasshopper for keeping up the archive. The Literary G-Spot http://members.xoom.com/arcticfox42/Tbishop.htm or http://tbishop.freeservers.com/ SECRET FANTASIES II "Fox? It's Lisa. Do you have a moment?" "Lisa... I wasn't expecting to hear from you..." Mulder was a bit taken aback. After the events of the night before, he honestly did not think he'd hear from Lisa, at least not for a while. He hoped her subject matter would not include Scully. "What's up?" "I wanted to talk to you about Dana." Shit, he thought - I don't need this, not right now. Scully had come into work that morning very quiet and subdued. She had tossed a vague, "Good morning, Mulder," in his direction, and then had buried her nose in her laptop. Figuring she needed some time to herself, he'd decided to do some research in the HQ's cavernous library, and so he'd squeezed her shoulder on the way out the door. She hadn't looked up. He'd spent the rest of the morning in the library, and when he'd returned to the office, she was gone - a note taped to her laptop: 'Mulder, I had an errand to run. I'm gone for the rest of the afternoon. See you tonight. - S' He studied the note. Short and impatient-sounding. He sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. When she'd left his place on Thursday, she'd seemed fine. She had decided not to stay the night, however - and he supposed he could understand it. He knew Scully had issues to work through... "Fox. Are you there?" Lisa was getting impatient. Mulder shook his head and spoke into the mouthpiece. "Yeah. You want to talk about Dana. Why?" He was blunt; years of familiarity gave him the right to be that way with her. Lisa chuckled low in his ear, as if the ability to read his mind had not diminished over the years. "Not what you think, Fox - relax. I enjoyed last night - and I'm not the slightest bit resentful of the fact that most of the reason I was even there was for your partner. I knew that from the beginning. Rather like old times, wouldn't you say?" She paused when Mulder interrupted her with a non-committal snort, and then continued. "I want to tell you something. Dana called me while you were out of the office today. She wanted to meet for lunch. So we met. Had lunch. Had a hell of a long talk... about you." Another pause; Mulder jumped into it with both feet. "Goddamn it, Lisa! What did you say to her? And how the hell did she get your number? She didn't even know your last name." Mulder was pissed now, as well as being paranoid about the fact that he was the topic of their lunch discussion. Two women with intimate knowledge of him... comparing notes over tea and salad; it was too scary. "I slipped her my phone number last night before I left. As I said, I'm not seeing anyone at the moment and well - I thought she and I hit it off pretty good last night." Great! Just fucking great! "Shit, Lisa..." "Oh, relax. She's not interested. Flattered - but, unfortunately for me, very much head-over-heels in love with you." "Thanks for making a play for my girlfriend." Lisa blew out an injured breath that was unnecessarily loud in his ear. "All right, now you're making me feel bad." At that particular moment, Mulder didn't really care about her potentially-wounded feelings; he just wanted to find out what she'd said and then end their uncomfortable conversation. He silently counted to five, and then spoke. "Lisa, just get on with it, would you please? What did you tell her about me?" "Well, I went there hoping she just wanted to see me again." Through the phone Mulder could hear the resignation in her voice. "But that wasn't what she had in mind. She wanted to know what it was you were so adamant about hiding from her last night." That laugh of hers was getting damn annoying. "I know you didn't want me to tell her, Fox, but -" Mulder interrupted her, quite rudely and with predictable force. "SHIT! You DIDN'T! Lisa, you had no right!" Mulder was beside himself. He didn't for one second feel any remorse for forcing Scully into admitting to, and then acting out, her wildest fantasy - but he had been determined to make damned sure his stayed buried. "I should have known better than to let you anywhere near Scully!" "For godsake, Fox! It's no big deal. Stop freaking out. She was fine with it. In fact, if you ask real nice I'll bet she'll play." Oh, Jesus, what a nightmare. Mulder fought to keep his temper even. "You don't understand. I can't go there with Scully." Her impatient huff grated on his already tight nerves. "How many times have we been over this, Fox? You have nothing to be ashamed of! Lots of men fantasize about it! You should let your impulses take you over once in awhile... it's good for you. Besides, you started this when you pushed Dana into letting loose. She told me how it made her feel, how scared she was. Opening yourself up like that is a very harrowing thing - but she did it for you; the least you can do is show her the same trust." Lisa's voice had dropped from angry to softly rationalizing. Mulder sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. "You're a fine one to lecture about trust. You knew I didn't want Scully to know about this." "What can I say? I'm a sucker for a pretty face. She charmed it out of me, Fox; I'm sorry." "I'll bet." He wasn't going to make this easy for her. Lisa muttered under her breath and abruptly changed the subject. "Look, I gotta go; I'm late for work. Please don't be mad at me, okay?" "Yeah, yeah." It was impossible for him to keep the resentment out of his tone, and Lisa could hear it. She tried one last time. "Fox...? I really am sorry. It was nice to see - well, be - with you again, after so long. I've missed it... I've missed you." Her conciliatory murmur took some of the anger out of him, and Mulder found himself able to respond civilly. What the hell... Lisa was Lisa. She hadn't changed; he had. And he'd been the one to call her, to drag her into the mix. He made an effort to hang onto his temper, opting to just get out of the damn conversation without any further heartburn. "It was nice seeing you again too, Lisa. I hope you'll understand though if I make myself scarce in the future... I can't afford to screw things up with Scully; she's too important to me." It was all he could give her; he knew she'd hope for more. Lisa liked him a great deal - but Mulder knew that if she thought she stood even half a chance, she would try to steal Scully away from him. He could not afford to keep her, even as a casual pal. She seemed to know it, could hear it in his voice, because her parting words were low and wistful in his ear. "See you around, Fox - and take care of yourself..." Mulder hung up the phone, and rubbed at his aching temples. He'd made a terrible mistake bringing Lisa into his and Scully's relationship. He'd wanted so much to make Scully's fantasy come true that he hadn't stopped to consider the possible dangers. Last night Scully had tried to get him to reveal HIS secret sexual fantasy, to which he'd denied even having one - of course. Lisa then helpfully popped up with 'I know what it is.' He'd tried to send her a discreet warning to keep her mouth shut, but Scully caught the threatening look he'd thrown Lisa's way; and while the subject had been immediately dropped, Mulder knew better than to believe it was forgotten. THIS, however, he hadn't foreseen - Scully and Lisa getting together and discussing it behind his back. He could just about wring Lisa's neck for telling her! ***************************************************** When he got to Scully's place that evening he found her waiting for him with dinner on the table, greeting him with a kiss and a smile. They chatted pleasantly over a candlelit meal, no discussion whatsoever about her lunch with Lisa or the events of the previous night, just small talk about work and her family and the shopping trip she'd planned for tomorrow. Everything seemed fine... Yet Mulder couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes, knowing that she now knew about him... that Scully of all people had discovered his terrible secret; it was humiliating. He could only imagine what she must be thinking of him. Despite what Lisa said, he knew Scully couldn't possibly be fine with it. Something like that would be too much for her personal comfort zone. How could it not be? "... And then I thought we might catch a movie -" Scully stopped short and put down her fork. "Mulder, why won't you look at me?" When he couldn't bring himself to answer her, Scully drew her own conclusions. "Is this about last night? God, Please tell me you're not having second thoughts now about us now -" "NO! No. Absolutely not! Never, Scully, never." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Then what is it? What's wrong?" "I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind." He went back to his dinner with renewed interest and after several long seconds of silence between them Scully muttered a soft 'okay,' and resumed eating her food as well. Not another word passed between them for the rest of the meal. And afterwards when he told Scully he'd handle the clean up, she just nodded her thanks, offering a weak smile, and leaving him to his task, disappearing into the other room as if she couldn't wait to get away from him. Later he found her curled up on her bed in the dark. One look, even in shadow, and Mulder knew she was crying. Though her tears were silent, and she quickly wiped them from her face as he approached, the connection between them was so strong, her pain was his pain and he felt it the moment his eyes touched over her tiny form huddled upon the bed. Damn Lisa anyway! Why couldn't she have kept her mouth shut? She knew he didn't want Scully to know! And this was exactly why... There was no way around it now. Seeing her upset like this was more than he could take. He'd have to talk about it - reassure her that he had no intention of ever doing that to her. Mulder sat down on the edge of the bed, putting a gentle hand on her arm and speaking to her in a quiet voice. "Scully, I'm ready to talk." She turned to face him. "Mulder... there's something I need to say first." He nodded. "Last night you helped me to discover and accept a part of myself I would never have had the courage to confront, much less admit to, without your love and support... Thank you." Before he could reply Scully took a deep breath and continued. "I want you to know that... Well... I can understand if you're having difficulty with this. Oh hell, Mulder, I'M having difficulty with this. But it doesn't change anything between us. I love you. I'll always love you. You're the only person I want to be with. The ONLY one." Fighting back tears, Mulder pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. "I love you too, Scully," he told her. "And this isn't about last night. I'm fine with that. Really." She gave him one more squeeze before disengaging a little so she could look him in the eyes. "What is it then? Please tell me." It took him a minute to answer but she waited patiently. Finally, somewhere in her loving gaze he found the courage to tell her. "I know you talked to Lisa about me today." "Oh... and you're angry that I went behind your back," she guessed sheepishly. "No. I just wish you hadn't found out." Scully's sigh came from deep within. "You don't trust me." Mulder's eyes widened in shock. What? Where the hell was this coming from? "Now that's ridiculous, and you know it!" Scully searched his indignant gaze, looking for signs of avoidance... finding none. Okay, if not lack of trust... what else? She would have to force it out of him, obviously. Time to try a different approach... She took another deep breath, and locked eyes with him. "Then why do you insist on keeping secrets from me? You have to know MY most intimate and private thoughts, everything about me; but there's so much you don't want to tell me about yourself. I can only suppose it's because you don't trust me. Why else would you want to keep your sexual fantasies secret from me?" Mulder chewed on his bottom lip, worrying it until it was reddened, before answering. "This has nothing to do with trust, Scully. It's just embarrassing, that's all." "Embarrassing? Oh, you poor baby! And MY fantasy wasn't? Jesus, Mulder!" She was actually blushing all over again at the thought. He couldn't see the pink tainting her cheeks in the darkness, but Mulder knew from the modest flutter of her lashes and the way she averted her eyes that Scully was for the moment overcome. He could also tell the exact second she decided to use her considerable feminine arsenal of wiles on him - God help him... Her voice went soft and low, right there, so close to his ear. "Mulder, I want you to have your turn. I want to fulfill your fantasy too. I want to make it real for you. Just like you did for me." She toyed coyly with the buttons on his shirt, waiting for his reaction... knowing full well that he would be hard-pressed to resist her. Mulder deliberately stiffened his resolve; this was one time his delectable partner was NOT getting around him! He wondered if she really knew what she was asking of him... No, he decided, she couldn't, not really. She didn't want this, she couldn't. It was only out of a sense of obligation that she thought she should make the offer - because he did for her. No, Scully didn't understand what it was all about. And even if she did, there was no way in hell he was going there with her. Not with Scully. "No." He shook his head firmly. "No way." He moved away from her, removing her hand from the front of his shirt. She looked up at him confused. "Why not?" Dropping her hand completely, Mulder got up from the bed, feeling very uncomfortable. Knowing how persuasive Scully could be when she put her mind to it, he could see the potential danger ahead. "I'm not even going to have this conversation. No!" Scully held on, relentless. "It's not like you haven't done it before." Mulder faced her, frowning. Of all times to be stubborn - ! He kept a tough edge to his voice, deliberately. "That's right. I've done it before, in a past life that has no bearing on my present life with you. So I don't need to do it again." His mind raced ahead of his words, trying to piece together just what Lisa may have told her. He glanced into her eyes and saw resentment begin to form in their blue depths. "But you've never done it with me." She sounded mad - and hurt. Mulder gathered the remaining scrapes of his tolerance and held on firmly. "And I'm not going to. Get that straight in your head, Scully, and drop this!" Jesus... he needed a drink. Maybe a beer... He was halfway out the bedroom door when he heard her reply and froze. "What's wrong with me? Don't I excite you in that way?" Shit! Mulder spun on his heels to face her, feeling the unwelcome anger beginning to form. "Don't do this!" His eyes were pleading, even as his voice had become threatening. Scully stared hard at him, letting her hurt show. She stood up, walking slowly toward him, holding his narrowed gaze with equal intensity. "You'll bare your soul to other women but not to me... what does that say about the level of respect you carry for me, Mulder?" His frustrated curses echoed around the otherwise-silent room. "Oh, Christ! Damn it, Scully! DON'T!" She ignored him and pressed on, unaware or unbelieving perhaps, of the consequences of her determined pushing. "Lisa said you did it with her all the time... and with Diana." 'Here we go,' Mulder thought, infuriated, promising himself he would hunt Lisa down and make her pay for this. "Why not me? You trusted THEM with your secret, but not me?" "AHHHHH!!!" Mulder threw his arms in the air, exasperated. "Scully, I can't! You don't understand! It was different with Diana. I can't with you. I might hurt you; God, I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you. I hurt Lisa once - things got out of hand. It scared the shit out of me. I can't risk hurting you. I won't!" Scully just looked at him, staring him down again. Hard. She didn't have to say anything. He knew what she was thinking, heard his own words echoing in his mind - and knew... 'It was different with Diana. I can't with you.' She hadn't heard a single syllable he'd uttered after that; he was sure of it. "Goddamn it! Scully -!" She had him so infuriated he couldn't think straight. Why did she have to keep pushing? "Can't you see I'm only trying to protect you?" Now she was definitely angry. Even in the dark he could see her eyes glittering with it, two shimmering blue flames. She flew at him, stood right in his face. "What do you think I am - some fucking china doll?!! I'm so sick and tired of trying to prove myself to you! I may not be your precious Diana but -" "SHUT UP!" She blinked at him. "Excuse me?" "I said shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" He grabbed her by both arms and walked her backwards over to the edge of the bed; and then he saw it - there in her widened gaze - Fear... He saw the tiniest hint of it swimming in her eyes. She was more startled than anything at this point, but he definitely saw fear. Real fear. He could taste it. God help him - both of them. He was taking control, against his will and better judgment. Hell, he didn't want this... and yet it was everything he suddenly wanted, needed. "You have no idea what you could be in for, Scully. But you're gonna get it if you don't STOP NOW. Just stop... I'm not asking you; I'm telling you. STOP." Scully glared at him, her fingernails digging into his taut biceps, returning his unyielding grip - the momentary fear in her eyes replaced by a flare of heat. She threw one sharp word at him. "NO." And that one word was the proverbial straw... Mulder felt himself crumbling, all the rational thoughts in his head falling into shards of useless waste, around his feet. All the effort put forth to stay calm, stay civilized... gone. Kaput. And yet, his voice, when he spoke, was deadly-soft. "No? Did I hear you say 'no' to me, Scully?" He watched the blue of her hard stare falter again with a touch of resurgent fear. But she stood firm, and her retort floored him. "That's right, Mulder... no. No, I won't shut up. No, I won't stop asking you... why Diana, and not me? I want to know. I deserve to know." His mouth hung open at the daring words, as if he could not believe she would still toss the past in his face like that... then his cheeks reddened, and the tiny smidgen of sanity he'd bolted to his humanity drained right out of his body, and he snapped. Wide open. He grabbed hold of her delicate shoulders, and hauled her up tightly against him, pulling at her until they were almost nose-to- nose. "That's IT, Scully! That's all of it; all I can take! You want this? You have a burning need to know? Fine! I'm going to let you know all of it! Right now, right here! I'm not going to have you throwing that Diana BULLSHIT up in my face, ever again!" He shoved her hard and Scully fell back onto the bed, staring up at him in shock. This time he'd really scared her. Good. She gaped at him as he started to undress, towering over her, unbuttoning his starched white shirt one button at a time, with steady purpose. His eyes never left her. "You're about to see a side of your partner that you've never seen before. I hope you're ready, Scully." "I'm ready." She tried to sound sure of herself, but he caught the slight tremble of doubt in her voice - felt himself growing harder - God! She had no idea how much she was turning him on. His shirt gone, Mulder reached down to unbuckle his belt... Scully intently followed his every move. "Diana liked it rough," he told her matter-of-factly, watching for Scully's response. She swallowed hard, but gave him no other reaction. That just wouldn't do. With one swift motion he pulled the strap of leather from his pants, the belt making a snapping sound that reverberated around the silent room. She jumped; gasped; shut her eyes. 'Much better,' he thought, trying to suppress a grin. "Look at me, Scully," he demanded. It took her a few seconds to respond but she did comply. "It doesn't have to be that way for you." He tossed his belt aside and moved closer to her, more into her personal space. Looking down into her eyes, he saw intimidation; and it empowered him. It had always been this way - always started like this. He yanked off his shirt and leaned into her again; she scrambled backwards on the slippery comforter, pushing herself back into the mound of pillows at the headboard... fearful of what might happen next. Mulder smiled. "Your clothes. Take them off." Was that his voice? Didn't sound like him, too rough, too low and raspy. In the dim shadows he could see Scully swallow; she sat on the bed, unmoving, and just stared up at him. He let his gaze narrow ominously. "Do it, Scully. Now." She took a deep breath and put out one small hand toward him, to placate. "Mulder, I think..." His abrupt command startled her anew. "NOW!" In response, her fingers jumped unsteadily to the zip of her dress and she fumbled with it, finally pulling it down enough to shimmy out of the well-fitted garment. She'd worn a pale aqua mini- slip beneath, and this she left on along with her hose and shoes; she was teasing him, pushing his buttons. When Mulder realized she had no intention of removing anything else, the flare of her disobedience took him from zero to sixty in a single heartbeat. He reached out five long fingers and wrapped them around her ankle... and tugged, hard - jerking her off the pillows and across the bed until her body was within better reach. The slip ended up wedged around her hips; Mulder gripped it with his other hand, and tore it off. The fragile straps broke, and with them, the last of his vestiges of his control. The shocked gasp Scully sent into the thick silence between them only fueled him more; her hose bit the dust next. He grasped them at waist-level with both hands and shredded them from her slender legs, tossing them to the floor along with her shoes and her ruined slip. She lay, still and waiting, on the edge of the mattress; clad in only a skimpy bra and matching panties, Scully was the picture of seduction. And Mulder's hot gaze roamed everywhere, taking all of her into his eidetic memory; finding himself muttering under his breath, "Gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous," even as his hands were roughly pulling the remaining undergarments from her body, now shivering with nervous anticipation. He watched her face carefully; saw the apprehension there. She was finally catching on - and it frightened her. And he liked it... He spoke, his low voice a growl. "Remove the rest of my clothes, Scully. Make it fast, because I'm losing what little patience I have left." She took just a little longer than was acceptable to him; and Mulder grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her into a sitting position, forcing her hands against the zip of his slacks - and what throbbed beneath the tailored wool. The reluctant press of her hands on him felt amazing; he hissed a groaning breath between his clenched teeth and made her keep her palms right there, rocking his hips into them as he bent over her and whispered, "Tell me, Scully. Tell me you like what you feel. Tell me you want it inside you, deep inside you." He stared into her eyes, seeing nothing but rebellion there. So stubborn... Scully gulped in a shaky breath, and her brazen retort seared right through him. "I don't like it. I don't want this. I want you to stop; I want you to be gentle with me." The audible heat behind her low words belied the actual utterance of them - and Mulder heard the lie and his answering string of raspy syllables made her shiver. "Don't lie to me, baby - I can smell it on you. You're loving this." She shuddered at his words; God, he was turning her on with his domination! She was playing along; pretending to resist - but he knew better... She wanted more. "Come on, Scully. Take my clothes off. I don't like to be kept waiting." He loomed over her, still pushing his hips into her hands; she tried to pull away one last time and his grip tightened on her soft skin. "Don't. Don't try me; you won't like the consequences, I promise you. Do as I say - undress me... finish the job. Now!" His unsmiling expression, combined with the rough rasp of his voice, finally got through to her. She slowly moved her fingers, and strove to unzip and unbutton, to tug off his slacks. Mulder stood motionless and watched her every move, every flit of emotion on her face, as she freed him from the rest of his clothes. Her gasp, when she beheld him nude, jolted right into him and made him groan in response... for he knew he'd grown so much harder than he'd been in a very long time. This particular game always did that for him, brought him up tight and over-full, so fast. With Scully it was even better, because underneath all the need for control and domination, the feelings between them enhanced every pulse. Mulder placed his hands on her shoulders and moved her until he had her right where he wanted her. Scully raised her face and looked into his eyes; saw the fire burning there. He slipped his hands from her shoulders into her hair, and brought her face closer. She resisted, rearing back, shaking her head defiantly. "Stop it, Mulder. I don't want it like this. Damn it, let go of my hair..." Her words dissipated into a choking gasp as he relentlessly held her fast, and pressed her open mouth against him, adjusting himself at the last moment and slipping inside. Her rebellious eyes glared up at him, but they were lit with fiery passion. As he pushed into her mouth and forced her to submit, he met her heated glare with one of his own, and held on to her head. "You don't listen very well, do you, Scully? Didn't I just get through telling you not to lie to me? You said you wanted to give me my fantasy, fill the need I keep hidden deep within my soul... You were the one so determined to let me have it all. Well, you can't say I didn't warn you, baby. But now that you started this... I'm going to finish it!" And with those words, he gripped her head with both hands, and moved within the wet heat of her mouth. For one brief moment he swore she was going to clamp her teeth down on him... then all the fight left her body and her jaw relaxed and she let him slide in the rest of the way. He groaned with it - the feel of the inside of her mouth, and her hot little tongue curling around him. But when he felt her take the initiative to slide her hands up the backs of his thighs and cup around his hips, he shook his head and forced her gaze to meet his. "No! No touching. Not now - not yet. When I want you to touch me I'll tell you. Do you understand me, Scully? You do it when I tell you." She nodded, her mouth full of him; and keeping her hands at her sides, she relaxed the rest of her body, letting Mulder guide her. And he did just that - moving her head around as he thrust into her, struggling against the urge to push deep into her throat. It felt incredible; the overall excitement of having her right where he wanted her, doing this for him because he said so; because he was in control of her body. Control... that's what it was all about. He owned her now, could do whatever he pleased; she was nothing but his toy - his plaything... He began to move her faster, finding himself counter-thrusting harder than he should. His entire body was tightening with it; if he didn't stop soon it would be over with all too quickly. That's not what he wanted. He needed to take more from her first; couldn't let this end - not yet. He pushed her face away and she landed on her back, staring up at him, face flushed, lips swollen from serving him. God... so damn beautiful. He was breathing hard, rasping out the next command through a dry mouth, as he pulled Scully to the edge of the bed and told her to spread her legs so he could move between them. He slipped hard fingers into her, testing her response... finding her wet and needy. He smiled... she could protest all she liked but her body couldn't lie to him. Mulder licked his lips and murmured to her in a voice neither of them recognized. "You're wet, baby - so wet. Right here -" he moved his fingers deeper and she moaned, hips pushing up against his hand - "I can feel it. You like being told what to do. You don't want to like it, but you do. You can't help yourself, can you?" She wouldn't answer him, wouldn't meet his eyes. His free hand grasped her jaw and he forced her to look at him again. "Answer me, Scully! The truth! You want more, don't you?!!" Her resigned nod was very small, but he felt it. And then she relented and gave up the fight. "Yes... I love it, damn you. I want it... I want you to dominate me." Her soft, resentful voice scraped at him, and with one low groan Mulder yanked her hips up against him and buried himself within. Scully's entire body shuddered with the abrupt impact, no warning or prelude to it; she sucked in a gasp of surprise, unable to adjust quickly enough. Finding herself overwhelmed, she was unable to do anything more than just receive. So tight... regardless of her level of excitement Scully was small and tight. Every inch of him felt her full sheath, and that alone would have been enough to splinter him into a million pieces if he was willing to let himself go... Control, damn it! This was all about control. His movements rapid and deep, Mulder kept her lower body just off the bed so she couldn't fight back; Scully twisted her fingers into the comforter and held on, as the might of his thrusts pushed her toward the headboard. God - in so deep, more than he'd ever been able to go with her, more than he'd ever dared to take from her before - so deep... The feeling was absolutely incredible. He gripped her harder, keeping her molded to him; knowing he might be leaving bruises but unable to stop himself. As he stared down at her, pinned underneath him, Mulder realized he was hunched over her in a manner which could only be considered threatening, using the substantial difference in their body size to subdue and dominate. Jesus - he was dominating Scully - controlling her completely - and she was accepting it... The pleasure he was deriving from having this power over her was even more intense than his past experiences with the dark game; because she was his partner, and because he loved her. He knew this desire to control her was purely instinctual - the impulses of the animal male within him taking over; but it was exactly that, the acting out of such basic yearnings, that excited him so. Making love was supposed to be about pleasuring her, giving himself to her tenderly... This was sex, raw and brutal; he shouldn't be treating Scully this way. But God - he couldn't stop himself. Even as a part of him feared the possibility of hurting her, the rest of him selfishly reveled in the power, in the release of his inner animal. Mulder looked into Scully's flushed face, registering as if from a distance the hitching moans coming from her throat and the reactionary shudders she couldn't control. And at some vague point he perceived the inevitability of his body's needs overriding that part of his brain which insisted he should stop, NOW - before he hurt her, before she got to see any more of this side of him that he had never wanted her to know existed. The bestial male was winning out; his movements intensified, his skin pounding against hers - and the selfishness of it was too powerful an aphrodisiac. He was being selfish... a prick, to be exact. He was treating her like a whore, and he didn't want that, God... this was Scully - he didn't want to be selfish with the woman he loved. He wanted to do more than take from her. He wanted to see her eyes go dark with the need that tore at him, wanted her nails to curl into his shoulders and leave little half-moons of desire, wanted her moans and gasps, wanted every scream. He wanted the satisfaction of bringing her along with him... pushing her over that edge and watching her fall... He gazed down at her, moving deep, harder within her; Scully's eyes were half-closed and she had her fingers tangled in the sheets. She was beginning to respond, but it wasn't enough - he wanted more from her than just a beginning. He could feel himself building, tightening, and knew it wouldn't be long... and he wanted Scully with him. But she wasn't going to be there in time if he didn't do something more. Had to push her harder... Lowering her back onto the bed, Mulder reached between their bodies and pressed urgent fingers against her, finding the tender flesh and rubbing slowly, a direct contrast to the way he drove himself faster. Her flesh there was slippery; underneath his hand she felt so wet, but he knew she needed more than just the connection between them; it was a rare woman who could be brought to climax on nothing more than a hard-on... Words, that's what really did it for Scully; she would come apart in his hands if he combined action with the right words. Keeping as tight a rein as possible on his imminent climax, Mulder circled her tiny button of nerves - and her body jerked and shivered under his fingers; she couldn't catch her breath and her eyes went dark and wide. So beautiful, God... As he stroked and pulled and tugged on her clit, Mulder put his mouth against her ear and growled, "I'm going to make you come so fucking hard... I won't let go, have to have you with me - come on now, do it, Scully... I'll force it if I have to... Come for me! Right now!" Her eyes fluttered closed at the heated words; she pressed her open mouth into his shoulder and her moaning response was almost smothered there, as she released the bedcovers and clung to him with both hands, struggling to stay focused on what he was doing to her. "I can't, Mulder... Jesus, I'm not there yet... This is happening too fast... I can't." She was breathing hard now, through her open mouth, eyes closed and body shaking in response to his concentrated efforts. Mulder shook sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes and managed to get his other hand under her jaw, lifting her face so he could see into her eyes. She held them closed, shut tight - unacceptable. "Look at me!" He grated out the harsh words; and it thrilled him how quickly she obeyed his command this time - spurring his need to have even more. "You damn well better concentrate on my hands and what I'm doing to your body because this is MY fucking fantasy and I WANT YOU TO COME! YOU GOT THAT?" Her wet eyes stared into his as she nodded weakly; and pressing her forehead against his shoulder, she held on tightly and tried to make her body obey him... as his fingers moved on her faster and his thrusts intensified. Every part of him screamed for release, above the sound of Scully's moans he could hear himself almost shouting with it. There was no way in hell he would be able to hold out much longer... And then he felt it, all around him, the exact moment she got there, the very start of it, stronger than he'd ever known it to be... she clenched him hard - and her moans turned into cries which became one gasping scream which Mulder swallowed whole as his mouth covered hers and he kissed her deeply. Through every sob and cry, kissing her... each one jolting him and each jolt eating at him until nothing was left of her orgasm but small tremors. He wouldn't let up on the twin assault until she had shivered one last time and collapsed bonelessly beneath him. Only then did he allow himself release, feeling every muscle in his body tense up, then an implosion which was nothing like he'd ever experienced before... and he rode it out, the aftershocks making him shiver long after his sore body had sunk down onto hers, their mouths still locked together. "Oh God... oh God," she uttered breathlessly, fighting free from his relentless tongue to express her awe at the power of what had just happened between them. Mulder cradled her wet cheeks in his still- trembling hands, and pressed loving and tender kisses all over her flushed skin; baby-kisses everywhere, broken murmurs of contrition following in their wake. "I'm sorry... sorry, sweetheart... I tried to warn you... I hope I didn't hurt you... I never meant to lose control like that..." The apology came tumbling out in heated breaths. He couldn't stop kissing her; couldn't bear to let her go. Scully raised her eyes and met his worried gaze with a loving smile, then returned the favor with a few dozen kisses of her own, scattering them over every inch of his neck and shoulders. A final moist stroke of her lips up against his ear; she murmured reassurances in a voice still struggling for breath. "Are you kidding? Mulder... that was incredible. I can't believe what you made me feel; I'm still shivering." She stared up at him, willing him to understand the enormity of what he'd given her. Mulder searched her eyes for any sign that she might be lying to him, letting him off the hook. It would just be like Scully to do that, submerge pain to spare his worry. He brushed tangled hair from her forehead and kept a finger or two there, enjoying the feel of the silky strands. Insecure enough to ask again, he whispered anxiously. "Really? Are you sure I didn't go too far?" Scully sighed, knowing he'd agonize over it until she found a way to convince him. She gently pushed at him until she had him down on his back, then she curled her body all around him and rested her chin on his chest; one hand cupped his cheek and she smiled when he turned his head to press an open-mouthed kiss into her palm. She held his gaze intently as she replied. "That was so hot, Mulder; no one's ever treated me that way. I probably shouldn't have liked it as much as I did..." She let out a shaky breath. "But God, I loved it! I don't know how you do it, Mulder, but you've managed to find yet another part of me I didn't know existed... I would never have even imagined myself enjoying something like that... but the loss of control had me spinning outside myself. I loved it; loved the way you made me feel... so helpless, and it was all right because I was with you. Only you could have given me this. I love you, so much..." She moved closer and covered his lips with a deep kiss; stroking his tongue with hers so softly, it felt like a whisper moving through his soul. He groaned a breath into the tender clasp of her mouth, overwhelmed. She let the contact lengthen into a handful of seconds, then pulled away and regarded him with an impish gleam in her eyes. "So, Mulder... did you really mean it when you said you wanted to fulfill ALL my sexual fantasies?" One playful brow raised the challenge and a wide grin slowly spread across Mulder's face. "Talk to me, Scully." ~THE END~