From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 05:55:34 -0600 Subject: Someday Series (4/5): Arrival of Someday by ErisaMarie Preston Source: direct Reply To: XPhilerisa@hotmail.com Title: Arrival of Someday Author: ErisaMarie Preston Email: XPhilerisa@hotmail.com Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: This is the sequel to Excuses, Excuses, Effects, and Acceptance of Someday; references to Scully's infertility and Emily Keywords: MSR, smut Summary: Someday arrives, but can Scully handle it? Archive: Of course, just let me know where, so I can visit! Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully and the X-Files don't belong to me (sob! sniffle, sniffle!). They are the brain child of Chris Carter. Feedback: I'd really appreciate you sending your thoughts to me :) Notes: This is part four of a five-part story. It is rated NC-17. If you are a younger reader, beware! Also, the story makes sense if you do not read this section. The other parts are Excuses, Excuses (part 1), Effects (part 2), Acceptance of Someday (part 3) and After Someday (part 5). ********************************************************************** When you're ready for love, ready to accept everything love entails- the heartache and pain, as well as the joy and ecstasy- you will know, only you will know. -Anonymous ********************************************************************** Arrival of Someday ErisaMarie Preston XPhilerisa@hotmail.com ********************************************************************** "Do you want to come in for coffee or something?" I ask when we're almost to my door. "Um, sure" he answers, somewhat hesitant. Why does he sound reluctant? Did I do something, say something? Not do something?- he is so hard to read. That drives me crazy. We sit on my couch, drinking and talking for a while. He gets up to leave and I walk him to the door, expecting a goodnight kiss- completely innocent, just on the cheek. Apparently, Mulder has another idea, because he tilts his head and delicately, ever-so- softly lays his lips across mine. Suddenly, I realize just one isn't enough. The hell with baby steps, I want him now! As he pulls away, I grab the nape of his neck and kiss him back, slowly deepening our union. He takes me in his arms and we slowly walk backwards away from the door frame. He kicks the door shut with his foot, never missing a beat. We somehow find the couch and I am pressed into the corner, his weight on me. I reach for his shirt and deftly begin sliding the buttons loose, exposing his strong, muscled chest. His mouth releases mine and begins to tease my earlobe as he unbuttons my blouse and peels it off of me. His fingers unhook my black lace bra, fondling my breast, sweetly and softly. He trails kisses down my neck to my shoulder and then my back. God, I love the feel of his skin upon mine, flesh against flesh, warmth next to warmth. He starts to extract his body from mine and I hear myself whimper, aghast at the gape of a few inches between us. He reaches down and scoops me up, carrying me to my bedroom. "No- Mulder your back" I begin to protest, but he stills my voice with his tongue. He lays me on my stomach and leans over me, his knees holding him off of my body. He caresses the nape of my neck with his fingertips. All the while, his tongue dances over my back, tracing the lines of my tattoo, branding me with his touch. I lay in agony of his slow, sensual torture, waiting for my turn to tease and tantalize him. Mulder unzips my skirt and slides it off of me, pulling my pantyhose with it. His fingers massage my thighs while his head moves downward, licking behind each knee, memorizing every curve. His mouth finds my foot and I gasp as he sucks each toe. Hearing me, he changes to the other foot, being balanced. I begin to chuckle very quietly, but he feels my shaking and slides to be near my head. "What's so funny?" he asks, kissing my cheek, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I always knew you had a foot-fetish!" I say, still laughing. "I prefer to call it a Scully-fetish: it just sounds so much more accurate" Mulder teases as he flips me onto my back. His tongue discovers my navel as his hands return to my breasts, now hard with excitement. His mouth suckles my abs and his head is soon cradles between my breasts as he lays on top of me, holding me. I stroke his biceps and shoulders, anxious to coat his body with mine, meld his soul into mine. Mulder moves upward and finally relieves my mouth of it's freedom. As our tongues tango, I reach for him, removing first his belt, then slacks. Both of us are now stripped to our underwear, but it seems even that amount of clothing is a burden now. I slide Mulder's straining boxers off his hips while he discards my panties to the large pile of clothes we have tossed off and long forgotten about. "God, Scully, you are so beautiful" I hear him say, although I believe it is he who is truly beautiful, gorgeous in fact. "No, Mulder. You are beautiful." At that, he kisses me again, and I roll him onto his back: my turn for fun. "No fair" he protests lightly. "I wasn't done!" "You'll get another chance later" I promise. My tongue greedily licks his male nipple, my teeth biting down softly. A groan steals from his lips. His body tastes salty and sweet as I delight in my exploration. As a doctor, I know where several pressure points exist, just waiting to be teased. Apparently, Mulder and I have a soft spot in common: the belly button. I could feel the tremors run through his body as I slipped my tongue in and out, in and out. His hands run through my hair, pulling me closer, encouraging me. I cover every inch of his body, searing the memory of him onto my brain. With a growl, he grips my arms and suddenly I'm below him again. He kisses my eyes, my nose, my chin, working his way down, my neck, my collarbone, anything he can reach. He delicately suckles the underside of my breast, moving slowly to the center. His lips clasp the tip and I moan his name, my head thrown back, clenching my hands in his hair. He moves to the other side, enjoying the same ritual, like a tiger hunting its prey. He begins sliding downward, fingering my body with hands to large and strong I nearly melt into him. Before this goes any further, we need to be protected. After all, the Bureau would surely kick us out if I got preg- My heart catches in my throat and I silently begin to cry. The last time I had done this, before I met Mulder, I worried about STD's and pregnancy. With Mulder, I didn't need to wonder about either. Oddly, that didn't comfort me. Knowing that the fruit of our passions would never be a child, conceived in love, made me cry even harder. Why did I have to think of this now? Why in the arms of the man I love more than life itself? Mulder looked up and stopped kissing me when he felt the shudders run through my body. He pulled his body upwards, making us face to face partners. I can hardly see him through the haze of my tears. I feel his fingers wiping my tears, but to no avail: new drops appear in record speed. His arms wrap around me, caressing me softly. He whispers into my hair "shh, shh, baby it's okay, I've got you...Scully, I love you so much, just let it out...shh, Scully, what's wrong?..." I hear him, but I can't speak, sobs still racking through my body. I grip tightly to him, refusing to let go, my nails ripping into his back. "Come on, Scully, talk to me, tell me..." he pleads as I gulp in oxygen. "I.just.realized...was thinking about Em.ily...we.can.n-n-never have.children" I manage to get out before I collapse into inexhaustible tears again. "Oh, honey...shh, shh, I know, I know... It's okay, I know it's hard, shh, I know...Scully, shh, shh, it's alright, just breathe...I love you, shh, shh, I love you so much..." His voice soothes me and I begin to calm down, gaining control over my breathing. Feeling my body relax, Mulder kisses my forehead and begins to get up. "Don't leave me" I cry out as he looks at me in surprise. He moves back, closer than before, and smiles. "I was only going to run a bath for you to relax in, and grab a piece of chocolate. Trust me, I'm not going anywhere." Even as he speaks, I pull his body in tighter. "I feel my most safe and secure with you. And you are the sweetest thing I need and want in my life. I love you Mulder." He kisses my forehead and simply says "I love you, too." "I'm so sorry about tonight- than you for understanding" I say, hoping he honestly accepts my apology. "Hey, anything for my girl" he proclaims as our fingers find each other and entwine. I lay my head on his chest, and close my eyes, wrapped in his embrace, enjoying him as I drift off into sleep... I wake to the sound of Mulder's rhythmic breathing in my ear. Our legs are tangled together, his arms around my waist, my head resting on his shoulder. I can feel his morning erection prodding against my back. Poor guy. We had gone so far, only for him to be tripped up at the finish line. I guess when Someday finally arrived, I wasn't fully prepared for it emotionally. I love him more than life itself, but- I suppose, when I was alone, it didn't matter as much that I could not have children. Now with Mulder, robbed of my child-bearing capability, I feel I have failed him, I am cheating him of his chance to be a father. But, if I let this bother me, I cheat both of us out of the chance to share a life together and cherish each other forever. His arms tighten about my waist as he dreams, mumbling something incoherent. I carefully turn around so I face him. I trace a finger over his muscled chest, grasping his hair in my fingers. I run my thumb on his jawline, touching his lips, soft and smooth. He kisses my fingertip and I guiltily realize I woke him up. He looks so incredibly gorgeous. "Hey" he touches my cheek gently. "Hey yourself" I whisper back, thankful to be near him. "Feeling better?" He sounds genuinely concerned and I melt into his emerald eyes. "Not entirely." I am truthful and it feels good. "What can I do? I'll do anything to make you happy, Scully, I. I love you." "I know- I love you, too." I am surprised at the ease with which I say those words. "So, how can I help you through this, alleviate the pain?" I see the tenderness in his eyes and I know being with him is the only thing that will help me. That, and time. "Make love to me, Mulder" I say, wanting him more fully than ever, kissing his mouth softly. Our kiss escalates quickly and we find ourselves amid the passion of last night. He rolls on top of me and I feel my body, his body, become hot, rising in temperature with each touch and twist. His knee nudges my thighs open and we both cry out as he lowers into me. I shift my hips, joining us more completely. Mulder begins to move very slowly, thrusting with long, sensual strokes. My muscles clench around him as I pull his body closer, grasping his back. "More, harder" I moan deeply. "So small" Mulder gasps. "Don't want.to hurt you. I love you." his words come out ragged. "Won't hurt me" I groan back. "I need.more of you." He complies, assured, draping my legs over his arms, securing me. His body slams into mine, shoving me into the mattress. He was right: compared to him I am so small. It was a tight fit, but he felt so good inside me, I wouldn't have stopped him for the world. He is, without a doubt, the best lover I have ever had, physically and emotionally. He seems to know exactly what I need- here's where that unspoken communication we have comes in really handy. As my hips move in perfect rhythm with his, I feel as if we have been lovers for years and not merely minutes. We anticipate each other's every move and I finally feel his release. He fills me over and over again and I strain to catch all of him. I reach my climax only moments later, him riding through each wave with me, always together. As we slow, his mouth buries mine and his hands stroke my bare back and neck. He slips gently out of me and we lay, clasped in each other's embrace, in post-coital bliss. "Better now?" he asks softly, biting my earlobe. "Getting there. Of course, it make take quite a bit more of that before I am completely recovered" I say, only semi-joking. "Well then, we'll just have to make love constantly, so we can assure your speedy recovery." He covers my mouth and I sigh, a sigh of true happiness. I could get used to this. ********************************************************************** Concluded in... After Someday Feedback: Anything. Please. All responses are received with open arms. ThanX. XPhilerisa@hotmail.com ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AIM/AOL Instant Messenger: RisieBaybe, RisiePookie XPhilerisa@hotmail.com risie@ucla.edu Scully: "You have seen it before, I could tell. You lied to them." Mulder: "I would never lie- I willfully participated in a campaign of misinformation." -Shadows, season 1 "Being the Spirit of Truth, He will lead you to all Truth" -John 16:13