From: Heather Mulder Sculder Date: Mon, 13 Sep 1999 11:29:09 -0700 (PDT) Source: direct Title: Strawberry Fields Forever By: Ms. Heather Duchovny Wannabe Date: April 11, 1999 Category: MSR Spoilers: Redux II, Detour, One Son, Arcadia (but none enough to really "spoil" it. Rating: NC-17 for sex and swearing Time Frame: nearing the end of US6 Summary: This was in response to a challenge issued to write a fic concerning the Field Trip BEFORE it aired. Disclaimer: Sure. Fine. Whatever. TXF are owned by CC, 1013, and FOX. Mulder and Scully are owned by David Duchovny and Gillian Duch...uh... Anderson. I'd say that any resemblance to an actual X Files episode is entirely coincidental, but I won't bother since I KNOW this will be NOTHING like the actual episode. :( ThanX a lot CC! The title is taken from Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Chances are good that if you do NOT know what that is, you might not be old enough to be reading this. STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER "Scully, where in the world did you learn all this about mushrooms?" "Scooby Doo," Scully replied, with nary a change in her expression. Mulder glanced up at her from his crouched position in the grass. He tried not to grin at Scully's blank expression. "No seriously. They didn't teach this in med school? Medical Botany?" "No," she replied, crouching beside him. "Some schools might I guess. Why?" "I was just wondering if you knew what kind these were. And why I've been having this funny feeling ever since we got here to investigate." "How do you mean funny, Mulder?" Scully's expression changed from blank to concern. "Are you feeling alright?" "Oh yeah, more than actually. It's just... it's just...." "What Mulder?" "Scully?" Mulder dropped the few inches to his knees and put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her the rest of the way to her knees.... "What?" "What?" "You first," Mulder geatured to Scully to speak. "What did you say?" "When?" he asked. "Just then." "Nothing, what did you say?" "Nothing." "Yes you did. You said something about stopping but I wasn't doing anything." "No I didn't." "Yes you did." "What? I'm not saying anything," Mulder asked, bewildered. "I didn't say you did." "You told me to shut up." "No... I...What?" "I didn't say anything Scully." "Whatever. Okay, Let me take some samples and we can get moving." "Really? Moving how?" "Shut up Mulder," Scully said, giving him, the Look, while snapping on some latex gloves. She bent down and pulled a mushroom out of the ground. She hel it to her nose, not too close, and wafted her hand towards her face to smell. "I didn't know mushrooms smelled." "This one does," Scully answered. "Smells like.... like.... It can't be." "What?" "Strawberries." "You're kidding. Lemme smell it." Scully held it to him but he misjudged and leaned too close into her hand and recieved mushroom up his nose. "Gee, thanks," he grinned, wiping it off, flicking it back onto Scully's cheek. "Food fight? In the middle of nowhere?" Scully asked. "Can we finish the fight and make up?" "What did you have in mind?" Mulder was speechless... it had been a while since Scully had responded to one of his innuendos. And especially not when they were in a position to see if the other would make good. He hadn't exactly felt up to a command performance in front of the mothmen, the time Scully got playful just after her cancer went into remission. And she had seemed like she might have taken him up on his offer to sit beside him, when they had been pretending to be married.... If only he hadn't opened up his mouth and called her Laura. Not to mention that he knew he was lucky to not be sleeping outside after his little remission into Diana territory the few days before. "Whatever you want." Scully was speechless... Mulder had never called her on her rare responses to his innuendos before. The wind was calm... just breezy enough to blow Scully's hair back from her face... and Mulder, looking into her blue eyes, had never thought she had looked more beautiful.... his eyes never wavered from hers. "Scully...I...." "Mulder...." He stopped her, with a finger to her lips. "Shhhhh." Keeping his one hand against her face, he raised his other to the small of her back, simultaneously moving closer. "No words.... Not any more. I don't want to question this. I'm tired of having to find an excuse to explain the way I feel... to myself, or anyone. I'm tired of waiting for the perfect moment. It's time Scully. It's way past time. You've been mine since the beginning I feel... but now I want to make it official. Here. Now." He caressed her cheek, his hands holding her gently, but firmly. Scully raised one hand, to cover his. Her mouth opened a few times but no words came out except, finally, the words he'd been waiting to hear, it seemed... forever. "Mulder. I love you. Yes. Here. Now." He smiled. The biggest smile she had ever seen on his face, reached all the way to his eyes and beyond. His eyes locked with hers... their hands were all they needed to fulfill their words of intent, each trying their best to take it slowly... but somehow... six years getting the best of them both. "Mulder..." Scully mumbled into his mouth. "Scully - " he began. "I need you...oh God I want you...so...badly...." "Scuhlleeeee..." His hands ran around her waist and untied the sash to her suit, while her hands pulled his navy Armani off his broad shoulders. Years of waiting and wanting won out and their frantic ministrations to rid the other of their clothing was not in the least graceful.They never figured out later how they managed to find the various articles of clothing, layered in the fields of strawberry smelling mushrooms. "Mulderrrr...." Scully's sentence was cut off as Mulder's lips descended on her breast, his fingers pulling at the other nipple. "Oh God...I...Mul..." her last mutterings came out in the form of a cried giggle. "I want you Scully...now..so much." She giggled again, wondering at the sound of it. "I'm not stopping you Mulder." "Yeah....," he grinned, lifting his head from hers for a moment. "You're not," he said inwonder. "Scully...I want this to be good for you....I." "Mulder?" "What?" "We have all the time in the world to make love." "I thought that's what we were doing," he said, causing her to gasp as his fingers trailed down to the juncture between her thighs. "Oh? Well then that can wait." "What?" Mulder looked up from what he was doing, bewildered. "You want me to stop?" "Mulder. I want you to fuck me. Now." "Oh." He grinned, realizing what she was saying. "Well when you put it that way - " he said, putting an arm around her back as he lowered her to the ground, on top of his jacket, which he had still had enough presence of mind to keep near them. Mulder took Scully's hands, which had been trailing down his chest and laced his fingers through hers. He raised them above her head and with little more than a rise of his eyebrows, told her not to move them. "You little vixen," he grinned. "I'm just trying to hurry you up Mulder. Where's the quickness that I've come to associate you with?" He rasied his eyebrows once more. "So that's how it's gonna be?" he asked, raising himself up, and bringing one knee in between her thighs, parting them. "Yeah Mulder... this is how it's gonna be," Scully panted, already breathless from his ministrations to her clit. His hazel eyes had turned bright green as he looked down at her. "No. I think not." She looked up at him with confusion. "Wwhhaattt...." She never finished her sentence as Mulder quickly lifted himself off of her and flipped her over under him. "This is how it's gonna be. You want it fast and hard?" "Yeah..." she arched her back, at the same time, lowering her breasts to the ground. "Mulder, please....." "Please what Scully?" He put his hands on either side of her hips. "Pleaseeeee. Mulderrrr." "Say it Scully. I want to hear you say it again." One hand drifted again to her slit, rubbing the slick moisture in long strokes. "Nooo," she said, but he could hear the smile in her voice as she purred the word. "Scuhleeeeee," he groaned, having trouble reigning in his own passion. "Say it." Mulder whispered the words in her ear, taking a playful nip on it as he leaned back. Scully turned her head around to look at him, her playful expression overshadowed only by passion. "Mulder. Now. Fuck me." "That's all you had to say," he muttered lowly, guiding his cock to her, and within seconds, 6 years of foreplay was over, punctuated by two simultaneous shouts of triumph. "Shit Scully," Mulder leaned down over her, his hands still on her hips. "You're so fucking tight." "It's been a while," she panted, "and you of all people should know. And by the way Mulder - " "What?" Mulder thrust in her again, after removing himself almost completely. "You talk too much. Now dammit, do I have to show you what to do?" She tried to be stern, but a high pitched giggle gave her playfullness away as Mulder pushed so hard she almost came off her hands. Hands gripped hips, mouths opened and shut, cries and whimpers filled the air. Mulder's eyes rolled in his head and he looked towards the heavens. Mulder stopped what he was doing. Scully turned and looked at him in mid-pant. "Mulder, what's wrong?" she asked. "This is... Scully.... I don't know what's happening." "Mulder. Don't stop.... this is right. It's good. We need this. We want this." Yet Mulder stopped and withdrew from her. He held her as she turned to sit on the ground before him. Taking her shoulders, he gently pushed her to the ground, and sheathed himself in her once more. Their height difference was so that he had to bed his neck strangely to reach her forehead. But he placed a kiss there and moved in and out of her. "No Scully...." he said, feeling her legs come up behind his back and cross at her ankles. "THIS is right. THIS is what we need. I love you. Demerol or no. Strawberry passion inducing mushrooms or no - " he briefly stopped as her eyes went wide. "So you think that - " he stopped her with one glance. "I think nothing other than that we had it backwards. We have all the time in the world for fucking. What I want to do now, is make love to you my Scully." "Mulder...." her eyes grew heavy with tears, that soon spilled down onto her cheeks, mixing with his that had landed there only moments earlier. "Scully..." he thrust, his hands coming from above her head to lace around her back, pulling her shoulders up so that she could lay her head in the cradle of his forearms. "I love you," he cried. "You're mine," he pronounced fiercely. "Yours," she echoed, her voice higher than usual, choked with tears at seeing such emotion come from him. "And your mine." "Yours." One watching from far away might think they were witnessing two lovers in the throes of regret, but unable to stop their actions. Little would they realize that the physical release of pent up sexual frustration, and tension were minor, compared to the release of emotion brought on by such an act. Mulder needed only to took down into Scully's eyes to know she was close. He reached one hand down between them, still holding her head in his other arm, and slipped a finger to her very sensitive bud. Scully tilted her head back, and closed her arms tighter around Mulder's neck, as if holding on for dear life, as she rose up against his hand, her mouth opening in a silent cry to Heaven, muscles from head to toe contracting simultaneously. She felt Mulder's love making in every inch of her being. He held her as she came down, him, still planted inside her. "K" he asked, his lips against the hollow of her throat. "She merely nodded, moving her hips against his pelvis. He groaned. "Scuhleee." "Mulder?" "What?" "Come for me." He looked down at her, while rising up again.... Their eyes never left each other as Mulder's thrusts grew more deep and insistent. Scully's nails dug into his shoulders, and somehow managed to pull Mulder tighter to her with each stroke. "Yeah. That's it baby... please... come for me." "Scully." Thrust. "I." Thrust. "Love." Thrust. "You". Thrust. She looked up at him, catching one of his hot tears on her lips. She licked it off. "I know." Mulder came hard against her, pulling her even tighter if it were possible, blending their bodies into one. It was a long while before either of them spoke. "Mulder?" "Hmmm?" "Did you ever take a business course in college?" "Are you kidding? Elect to take business over Analyzing the mind of the monster of the semester?" he grinned at her. "I was just thinking.... whatever these are.... we should market them." Mulder looked warily at her. "Are you suggesting that these mushrooms have the power to play the match game?" "Aren't those types of things supposed to be your type of suggestions?" "Point taken," he laughed. "No. I just think that what they do, if anything. Is allow us to finally see the light. What we've needed for a long time. Could be useful for more than just us." "And have everyone tromping over our prized strawberry smelling mushroom field? Huh uh. We're keeping this one to ourselves. Never know when we might need a deserted vegetable patch again." "Oh, so you're saying this will happen again?" Scully asked prettily. "Uh huh. Every day. Everywhere imaginable. Home. In every room. Cars. The occasional autopsy bay. The office. Twice on Thursdays there, because Skinner plays racquetball on Thursday afternoons, and no one else dares to visit." Mulder somehow managed to keep a straight face through his monologue, only cracking up when Scully answered with a shy gulp, "Okay." They gathered their clothes and headed for the car, mushroom samples in hand. Mulder leaned down to open Scully's door but she didn't get in. She stood looking at the field. "What is it?" Mulder asked. "I was just wondering. Think we should take some extra along. Keep them as house plants?" "Do you think we'll need them?" Scully pretended to think about it for a moment, keeping silent, just long enough to make Mulder worry. "Mulder. If you think I need herbal help to make me want to make love with you - you must be on something stronger than fungi." She stopped, tracing her finger down his chest. Her voice softened as she looked at him. "Take me home." Mulder bent down in a mock bow, and shut her door for her. Walking around to his side, he mumbled, before he opened her door, "I'll take you more than home Scully. Anywhere you want to go. Anyway you want to get there." Fini.