From: "C. Shuy" Date: 6 Dec 1998 18:27:25 -0800 Subject: The Tango Lesson (1/4) Disclaimer: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully (and any associated characters) are the property of Ten Thirteen Productions, Chris Carter, and Fox Broadcasting network. They also belong to David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson (who have known certain things about Mulder and Scully for as long as most of the fans have! If not longer!) Victoria Jensen belongs to Christina Shuy... well... sort of. Storm Austin belongs to Diana Alexander, at least fictionally. Note: This story is set in the "Nothing But Trouble" universe. The other stories in this series do not have to be read, but it couldn't hurt. Authors' Notes: Christina: Well... This is almost pure smut. So if you are either under age or just don't go for this stuff, please don't read it. I don't want to get complained at when this is a warning. Diana: Ahh, now this is my favourite thing to do. Tie up smut and angst in a neat little package and deliver it to the readers. Hey, let us know if you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed writing it. Please? Oh, yeah... little note. Starr also doesn't belong to CC and company. They wouldn't want her. They have Phoebe and Diana, and I have Starr. Trust me, it's not pretty. Rating: NC-17! You have been warned! MSR! and a touch of angst. Spoilers: None, really Summary: Have you ever seen the Tango? or danced it? Tango Lessons (Part I of IV) by Christina Shuy (cshuy@netcom.com) and Diana Alexander(dmulder@nettaxi.com) Storm had dropped them off at Mulder's apartment building. The elevator ride up was full of a tense, yet meaning filled silence. "I'm glad Phoebe's gone..." Scully smiled at Mulder as they arrived at his apartment. "Believe me... so am I. Having to put up with Phoebe's griping about her skin itching and trying to seduce me at the same time was getting *tiresome*. I'm glad they gave Victoria a bit of extra time though. She needed a vacation." Victoria's voice drifted through both of their minds, and both of them laughed. "What do you suppose she and Storm and Flynn are doing?" "Knowing them... getting into trouble again." Storm's voice this time, but the same reaction, on both of their parts. Dana laughed. "Yeah, I'd say so... The way the two of them got along, it feels as though they've been friends longer." Mulder nodded in agreement. Truth be told, she'd been dying to get Inspector Green onto the next plane out of Washington for quite a while now. Ever since she'd arrived in town, actually, and she knew Mulder felt the same. There was a tense silence as they walked into Mulder's apartment. "Make yourself at home, Scully." Mulder smiled. "Let me get us something to drink." "I'd like some iced tea, Mulder, if you've got it." Dana smiled, sitting down on his couch. "For you? Always." Mulder returned his partner's smile. As he went into the kitchen, he wondered what his flame-haired (and very attractive) partner had in mind. His mind had been whirling around ever since she'd kissed him in the warehouse. He remembered what Victoria had told him in her hotel room, bu t he had to keep reminding himself that there was the possibility that things were going to just stay the way they were. At the same time, Dana decided to take the opportunity to check things out in his apartment... including taking a glance at the video collection she was constantly teasing him about. Some times, though she had yet to admit it to Mulder, she wanted to watch one *with* him so that she could take advantage of any state of mind he might be in during or after. Or even before. "Here you go, Scully. Raspberry iced tea." Mulder smiled, handing her a bottle of Snapple which was ice cold. "Thanks Mulder." "Hey, Scully, can I ask you something?" "Sure, Mulder, you know you can talk to me." "Why did you kiss me in the warehouse?" Scully smiled. She knew he was dying to ask that question. "Mulder, I heard what Starr said... and I was wondering how much of that was true." "I suppose you found out, didn't you..." Mulder smiled back. "She was right about everything. I've been in love with you since the beginning. Since Oregon." "What other secrets have you been holding out on me, Mulder?" Scully's voice suddenly took on a slightly seductive quality. "Just that... I was afraid of what the consequences would be, and then you kissed me." "Well, Mulder, our first kiss didn't exactly occur under ideal circumstances, and I was wondering if you wanted a chance to repeat it." Mulder suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Uh... Scully, are you coming onto me?" "You're an Oxford man, Mulder, you figure it out." she smiled, leaning into him. Their lips met and clung. Mulder learned Scully's mouth all over again as she opened herself up to him. Passion in the heat of danger was highly overrated, he couldn't help but think as he indulged himself in the long sought-after pleasure. One that he would not even admit to himself for the longest time. Besides, he hated admitting that he was wrong, to both Victoria *and* Storm. Finally, after an eternity, Scully slowly pulled away from his kiss. He looked down at her with a dazed expression to meet her mischievously dancing blue eyes, "Pardon me for a moment, Mulder, and we'll continue this. I'm just a tad... uncomfortable," she paused before the last word, and he wondered if she had any idea how uncomfortable her tone was making him. However, she slipped out of his arms, and he followed her down the hall to the bathroom. She smiled enigmatically, and closed the door shut behind her. He walked into his bedroom and eyed the bundle on the bed. Shortly before they had wished Phoebe and Scully's brother a very fond farewell, Victoria had given him this in hopes that he could find a use for it. A smile slowly crossed his face. It definitely looked as though he was going to have a use for it. A use that Victoria would gladly applaud, if things went according to plan. He pulled off the clothes he had worn to the airport and pulled on the leather gear. As though the kiss he had shared with his partner had not already turned him on enough, the feel of the leather against his skin merely intensified the effect. After slipping on the last piece of apparel, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. It felt strange to be wearing this sort of thing again, since he hadn't worn it since Phoebe had left him during his Oxford days, but considering who he was wearing it for, everything took on a whole new meaning. For the first time, he actually *enjoyed* wearing it. He heard a whisper of movement in the doorway of the bedroom and turned. His partner was standing there, clad in her trenchcoat and heels, giving him the once-over. From the expression on her face, he could tell that she liked what she saw. A smirk crossed her face before she slipped the trenchcoat off her shoulders, where it landed in a pile around her ankles. He couldn't believe what he saw. His proper, professional partner was wearing something so skintight that he could have sworn that it was painted on. The dark blue of the outfit brought out the red in her hair and the constantly shifting blue of her eyes. All of a sudden, he was frozen in place. She obviously did not have the same problem. Scully kicked aside the trenchcoat and crossed the room to him. Grasping lengths of the leash attached to the collar around his neck, she growled huskily, "Come to mama..." He was unable to resist her command, and slowly found his body settled against hers, painfully aware of the outfit she was wearing. Deep blue leather. Fine deep blue leather. Right then, though, he could have cared less as to what she was wearing. Her mouth met his again, and she kissed him as deeply as she could muster. Her tongue had found its way into his mouth and was stroking and tasting him in a way that he had previously only fantasized about. Just as he was starting to get his breath back again, she broke the kiss and smiled up at him, and asked, "So, Mulder, do you ... want to tango?" He couldn't answer her. Even if he could catch his breath, he would not have been able to answer her. "Or..." she continued, "will I have to give you a few lessons?" Mulder pulled Scully closer for another deeply passionate kiss. His arms held her close and his hands wandered her body, which felt alive and eager under the supple leather of the cat suit. "So, you never answered my question. Would you care to tango, Agent Mulder? Dana's voice was smooth and seductive. It had taken on an undertone indicative of the fiery passion Mulder had always suspected his partner was most certainly capable of. And she was proving it beyond his wildest imaginings. "Why, Agent Scully, I didn't know you knew how to tango..."he said, smiling, though there was a hint of something predatorial in his expression, almost as though he were waiting for the opportunity to eat her whole... one way or the other... "There are a lot of things you don't know about me ... Fox." she answered, his given name emerging from her lips with a hiss. A certain part of his anatomy, which was already hard and wanting, twitched, and he groaned. She gave him another once over and continued to press herself against him, tempting him even more than she already knew he was tempted. "Mulder, did anyone ever tell you that you look really *tasty* in leather?" "But Scully... I'm not wearing that much of it. In fact, I'm hardly wearing any of it at all.." he managed, his tone indicating exactly how taxed his control was. Scully smiled at him. "That's the point." she stated smoothly, as she began the initial steps of the tango, which was to run her leather clad leg up his leg and then down again. "Scully, are you coming onto me?" "You graduated from Oxford, Mulder... you figure it out." He dipped her, taking the opportunity to plant long, hot kisses over her shoulder and upper chest. She moaned softly as she felt the heat of his mouth through the leather. She felt him nip and kiss at her throat before she felt his teeth take hold of somethign and he started down her chest. It was her zipper. At the same time, her hands found their way to the back of his neck where the buckle for the collar was. It was a false buckle fastened with a snap. Soon enough, the collar and leash fell to the floor with a loud clatter as Scully's fingers became nerveless as she felt Mulder's mouth at her bare breast for the first time. Rather quickly, Mulder peeled the catsuit from his partner's body and she stepped from it, her bare feet running up, then down his leg. Scully caught sight of where the fabric of the thong overlapped and took hold, yanking sharply. It came apart with the ripping noice typical to velcro and, finally, they stood, both naked, waiting for one or the other to make the first move. "Scully, I'd really love to tango with you," Mulder smiled slowly, pulling his partner's naked body against his own, "but I'm afraid we're missing a vital part of the dance." "Oh?" Scully looked up at him, a mischievous look vying with the love and desire dancing in her eyes. "What would that be?" "I've always wanted to see you dance the tango... with a rose between your teeth," Mulder mumbled in her ear before leaning in to pull her earlobe between his teeth. "Ah, the rose," Scully responded with an evil smile. Despite the fact that he was teasing her by taking her earlobe between his teeth, she was fully able to respond to his teasing with her own. Grasping his shoulders with her fingernails, she smiled slightly before barely brushing her toes against his calf muscle once more before placing her feet on the floor again. From the reaction she felt against her body, it was definitely enjoyed. "So, Mulder," she continued, "shall we begin the dance, anyway?" "I thought you'd never ask," he responded, running his hands down her arms to take her hands in his before moving into the stance to start the dance. "Hey, we need music, don't we?" Scully asked, grinning. "No way, Scully... we dance to our own rhythm," Mulder responded as he pulled her against him again, torturing both of them with the anticipation. Slowly, they started the first motions of the dance, and Scully was surprised to know that Mulder seemed to know the dance as well if not better than she did. As they moved, they started heading out of the room where they were currently teasing each other with the temptation of their naked bodies so close together. The first dip caught Scully off-guard, and she struggled to catch her breath for a moment before meeting the teasing gaze of her partner hovering above her. "Scully, are you all right down there?" the smirk on his face made her want to forget getting to the bedroom and just jump him right where they stood. However, that would ruin all the fun of the tease, and that was the last thing she wanted. "I'm ... fine, Mulder," she responded, and a look of pseudo-disbelief crossed his face as he helped her up as the dance dictated that he would. "Oh, yeah, Scully, you sure are," he said, giving her a once-over that she enjoyed. His gaze felt almost physical as it lingered, and she smiled, leading him and the dance in the final direction they were headed: down the short hallway and into his bedroom. Finally, after teasing each other past the point of pleasant anticipation, Mulder and Scully danced into the darkened bedroom, and after a moment of watching each other most carefully, Scully caught the edge of the door with her toe, and shut it behind them firmly. After the door closed behind them, a muffled thud was heard against the door. Then a breathless voice called out, "Oh, baby!" End Part I From: "C. Shuy" Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: The Tango Lesson (2/4) Tango Lessons (Part II of IV) by Christina Shuy (cshuy@netcom.com) and Diana Alexander (dmulder@nettaxi.com) The door closed shut behind them and then suddenly, Dana Scully could take no more of the teasing. She grabbed for her partner and shoved him against the just closed door. Her hands found their way down to Mulder's erection and she cupped it. "Oh, baby!" Mulder called out in a strangled tone. His control was fraying with every breath, and every breath brought the scent and the sensation of her hands on his bare skin... well, control was about as far away from him as it could get. Dana Scully claimed her partner's mouth again, and thrust her tongue into his mouth, exploring and tasting him as she hadn't done during their first kiss in the warehouse. Of course, then they'd been in a more or less public place, and now they were in the privacy of Mulder's apartment and his bedroom. And neither was wearing anything... other than a smile combined with a lustful and loving look on their faces. "Mulder, has anyone ever told you that you taste *really* good?" Dana smiled seductively. Her hands continued to wander his body, leaving heated trails of skin in the wake of her fingertips. "And I'm talking 'Good Enough to Eat.'" Mulder groaned softly and shook his head. "No one has ever said anything of that sort to me. Especially not in that tone of voice, Dana..." he managed finally. "No one has ever talked dirty to you?" There was a look of surprise, as well as an unasked question regarding two of his old flames, one recently departed. "Other than the phone sex operators I'm no longer calling... no." he managed, then gasped as her warm hands found his erection. "And I wouldn't consider what you're saying and doing 'dirty'... intensely arousing, erotic, and/or stimulating, but never dirty..." he finished. "Mulder, you feel like silk..." she murmured, her breath hot on his ear and he groaned, as she continued to stroke and caress him. Her hands were now concentrated solely on the ever-hardening length of him, and he fought for as much control as he could muster... which, at this late stage of the game, wasn't a whole hell of a lot. Not that he minded, though. He had to remind himself that he could still speak... sort of. "Dana, you keep that up and I'll have to push you down and take you right here on the floor..." he managed. "Or, maybe, against the door." "And what makes you think I wouldn't enjoy that? And it's *you* against the door, not me, remember? As a matter of fact, I might just take you right here. Now." A hungry glitter was in her eyes, and for a moment, Mulder wondered if she wasn't dangerous. "God! Dana, you're going to kill me!" The tone of his voice indicated that he wasn't exactly adverse to the idea. "But what a way to go." An impish smile on her lips, and he longed to kiss her again. Before Mulder could say more, Dana recaptured his mouth with hers again. The kiss was hot, hungry, and intense. Feeling Dana's naked body against his own, yet without being inside her, was sheer torture, but he knew that the moment he was inside her, he would lose what little semblance of control remained. "What is this, Scully? An endurance competition?" he groaned. "May-be." she smiled at him again. He moved his hands from where they'd been lying limply at his sides to her breasts and began to knead the warm flesh. Dana, in turn, groaned loudly. "If you want me to stop... you better tell me now..." Mulder said, continuing to knead as her breasts, even as he knew that the question of proceeding further was entirely up to her. He was not adverse to the idea, but wasn't so certain about her. "If you stop, I'll shoot you... again." she answered with a raised eyebrow. "That's not funny, Scully..." "Mulder, would I have worn the blue leather catsuit or pushed you against this door if I didn't want to do this with you?" Mulder looked dubious. For a moment, Dana wondered if perhaps he wasn't the one with regrets of how they were proceeding. "Phoebe." he managed, finally. Instantly, she understood. "She used to play games?" she asked, and he nodded, even as his hands continued to touch and caress her lovingly. Her hands continued to touch him as well. "We'd get to a point like this, and then she'd say she's not interested... or not in the mood." he murmured, dourly. "But, Mulder, in case you haven't noticed, I'm *not* Phoebe... and I am most *certainly* interested... and in the mood." she said, taking hold of one of his hands and slipping it between her legs. His fingers felt the heat and the moisture, indicating she was quite aroused. At the same time, her hand squeezed his length gently. He groaned. "Does this mean we're in trouble?" "I don't know, Mulder, why don't you tell me?" A mischievous look crossed Mulder's face at Scully's response. So, she wanted him to tell just how much trouble they were in, did she? He brushed his fingers along the area between her legs and smiled at the expression on her face. This was going to be a lot of fun. "Oh, I don't know, Scully... guess it depends on the kind of trouble. We seem to attract both kinds, don't we?" She flashed him a wickedly seductive smile. "But, Mulder, that depends on which kind of trouble you consider this to be. Good? Or... bad?" "Ahh, Scully, but you know just how much I love being bad," he responded as he moved his hand from between her thighs. A grin briefly crossed his face as her expression told him clearer than any words could have about how disappointed she was. "Then that's what we will do, Mulder," she grinned. "Show me just how bad you can be," she challenged him with a teasing gleam in her eyes. His eyes met hers and accepted the challenge. "Gladly, Scully," Mulder smiled, running hands down her bare shoulders, enjoying the feel of it. They had teased each other relentlessly for about five years now, and as much as he hated to admit it, he had enjoyed the tease. What harm would it do to drag it out a little longer? Stepping back, he pondered where he could start. His lips curved up into a smile as he ran his fingers back up to her neck, watching her face carefully for any reaction. As she closed her eyes, he leaned in and kissed her again. Then again, he found that he could be happy just kissing her, for the most part. After indulging in a battle of lips, teeth and tongue for a few enjoyable moments, he slowly pulled away and moved to toy with her breasts, which had been encouraging his attention for several moments now. He felt her hands run through his hair, and he looked up to see the look on her face. It seemed to indicate that she was enjoying this tease as much as he was, so slowly, he began to pull away, but she obviously didn't agree with him, since he felt her hands suddenly clinch in his hair. "No teasing," she grinned down at him. "Oh, why not? We've gone this far with the tease, so why don't we carry it further?" he grinned at her mischievously, and could tell by the way she was looking at him that she was feeling the same way. There were definite advantages to this unspoken communication thing. He could become extremely used to making good use of that unique communication they shared outside of the job, work, and insanity, as he often privately referred to their work on the X-Files. Mulder moved even closer to put his oral fixation to work on the tender skin of Scully neck, and he could almost hear Storm's teasing comment of echoing through his head, but even if he had actually heard it, he wasn't paying it much attention. Besides, since Scully had often teased him about his obvious oral fixation, he felt compelled to show her the obvious advantages of that fixation. From the looks and sounds of things, she wasn't arguing. "You are an evil man, Fox Mulder, but if you stop, I'll make you pay for it later," she threatened lightly. "Ooh, promises, promises," he returned as he moved his mouth away from her skin. "I'd like to see you actually make good on your threats." "Oh, if you like it that much, I'll try to restrain myself," she teased. "I wouldn't want you to like it too much." "If I promise you that I won't, will you make good on your threat?" Mulder gave her his most pitiful look, even though at this point, he wasn't exactly pulling it off as well as he once would have. The look in his eyes ruined it, but he had to try anyway. "Will you shut up and get back to what you're doing, or else we won't--" Once he attached his lips to her left nipple, Scully seemed to forget what she was going to say, and just clenched her hands tighter in his hair. Using his tongue to tease her, he remained in that position for several moments before pulling away, and nipping his way down her chest. Once he reached her navel, he stopped and inhaled the air which now seemed steeped in the scent of pure sex. He grinned widely; it was a wonder that after the several years of abstinence they had both gone through after meeting each other that either of them remembered what that scent was like. Or the events that led to it. He looked up at her, his grin still in place, and met her eyes for a moment before asking in the calmest voice he could manage, "So, Scully... do you think we'll actually make it to the bed, or are we just going to make love to each other against the wall? Or will it be the floor?" "I don't know, Mulder, but you seem... up to the task at hand." she managed, a smile on her face, even as her hands found their way down to cup the hard, straining length of him, and he gasped. Her hands were working wonders on him, and, most especially, on his self control, which he was losing at a pace which even surprised *him*! "I'm up to anything your hands can imagine, Scully." he said, hoarsely. "And anywhere your hands go, I go..." That last bit was spoken in a voice barely above a whisper. His hands found their way to her breasts again and were caressing gently. He then bent to run his tongue gently along her shoulder, and felt Scully wrap her hands around his backside, also stroking and touching. The taste of her skin infused him and reminded him all the more of the reasons he loved her. She was the stable ground beneath his feet, the part of him he hadn't even known to be missing until she'd walked into his life... "But Mulder are you up to the challenge of... extending this a bit longer?" she asked, the double entendre making them both grin widely, even as her breathing became shallow and uneven. She tried to get her mind to slow down and control her reactions to his touch, but it was becoming less and less easy. When he had trailed his tongue along her shoulders, it was all she could do to keep from dragging *him* by the hair to his oft-unused bed and ravishing him until they were both unconscious. "You want to take foreplay to a new level, Scully?" he asked, lifting his head and looking her in the eyes, which he wanted to get lost in and never emerge. Well, until she was sated and happy. "Why not? We've been at it for 5 years already... at least." her smile melted his heart. She wanted to play and he knew it. "Scully, that wasn't foreplay... it was flirting." he raised an eyebrow and mimicked her expression when she'd heard him give a particularly outrageous theory. "Yeah, when people weren't getting kidnapped..." "Abducted." "Potaytoe, potahtoe..." she grinned. "And just *what* do three psychotic little girls have to do with what we're doing now? Unless you-" The rest of the statement was cut off by a groan. She had just wrapped a hand around him and squeezed just hard enough to make him lose all logical thought. "Nothing. Though I think those people who say men only think with one thing might well be right..." "Please don't tell me you're not in the mood, Scully... I don't think I can take it." Mulder's expression had changed from the pleasured one he had had for the last little while to one of pain and paranoia, though there were still tinges of the aroused look in his eyes. As well as some fear. Dana Scully grabbed her partner by the sides of his head, pulled him closer to her, and kissed him fiercely and passionately before moving to whisper in his ear. "You be a little more patient... for, say, five more minutes, and I'll definitely show you exactly what I've been trying to control in me. I'll make it up to you for being patient with me this long. Deal?" She practically hissed, her breath was hot on his ear. She felt him swallow hard, shiver and nod. She felt his fingers run their way through her hair and sighed at the touch. At the same time, she leaned closer and ran her tongue around and over one of his nipples even while she rubbed her thumb over the nub of the other. He groaned. "No one ever do that for you either, lover?" she gave him a predatory look and grinned again, looking a little wilder than she had just previously. Her tone had been low and breathy. "You keep that up, I'm gonna need a cold shower before too long." he managed. "I'm not sure I'm up for five more minutes of patience." "Why? I want to keep *you* up. I've also heard that cold showers don't really work. And even if I were to ask you to take a shower, it would most likely be with me... or just *be* me." She felt him take a sharp breath. "Okay... that settles it, Dana... you *are* trying to kill me!" he protested. She kissed him again, gently this time but no less intense. It took his breath away. "See... I'm not trying to kill you. And I guarantee this is as difficult for you ias it is for me. Come on, Mulder... Just a little longer. I'll make it up to you. I promise." Okay, the jury was in. That tempting seductress he called a partner was *definitely* trying to kill him. If he had known that such a wild woman existed within Dana Scully, would he still have gone through with this? The answer was, of course, a loud, resounding yes. Just by her words alone, Mulder was certain that she was going to drive the both of them to the point of no return. The bed? What's that? It'll be right here against the wall if we're not damn careful. But before that happened he wanted to reciprocate in full. With that thought, he reached down and carefully unwrapped her hands from around him. There was no way in hell he'd last any length of time whatsoever if her hands remained where they were. She just looked at him. "Mulder, what are you doing? I thought that you were... enjoying this," the tone was the same that had spent the last hour seducing him, and in return, he simply gave her a smile. "But, Scully, I am enjoying this, as I'm sure you can easily see," Mulder smiled at her, noticing a slightly questioning glance in the direction of his arousal before she dragged her eyes back to his. With barely a second thought, he grasped her left hand and pulled the index finger into his mouth, suckling on it, nipping it with his teeth, and by any indication, driving his partner closer to the edge. Unfortuately, seeing that didn't do anything to improve his condition. He slipped one of her slender fingers out of his mouth before commenting, "You know, Agent Scully, I honestly don't think we're going to make it to that bed. And it's such a shame, too, since I recently changed the sheets." "You just... changed the sheets? Should I be honoured?" an arched eyebrow accompanied her response, which was given hesitantly. It wasn't as though she didn't know what to say, but rather as though she couldn't remember how to form the words in order *to* say it. A teasing gleam lit her eyes even more. "Besides, Mulder, making it to the bed has a certain je ne se quoi, don't you think?" "Oooh, Scully," Mulder's eyes glittered. "You never told me that you knew French, Scully. You just keep unfolding like a flower." "Let me guess... you took after Gomez Addams, mon chere?" Scully breathed out, grinning. "Oooh, Tish! That's French!" Mulder answered in his best 'Gomez Addams' imitation. "And you know how I feel about *French!*" With that, he kissed her bare neck and shoulders while Dana laughed at the comic aspect he had managed to throw in. Mulder pondered where to go from there, since the foreplay had gone on longer than either one of them had expected. Well, at least that's what he figured. In his fantasies about this moment, he was out for the count once Scully got her clothes off, but since this was reality... well, might as well make it worth the long waiting and teasing. Suddenly, he remembered how much she had enjoyed the tender touches he had given her a few moments before, and looked upon her face, which was looking back at him with the love, desire, and fringes of impatience that he knew were echoed in his own expression. Pushing the hair away from her face, he pressed kisses against her eyelids, nose, and placed a small kiss upon her mouth. She made a moaning sound when he pulled away. "Have I discovered something you like, Scully?" he asked in a teasing tone before doing it again. "Mm..hmm..." was her only response as she pulled away. She opened her eyes wide as he moved to her earlobe and slowly began to nibble. "Like that, too?" "Oh... yeah..." she responded, then realized that Mulder had a grasp on her hands -- his fingers were laced with hers down near her hips, taking away one of her most enjoyable activities. Then again, given how close the both of them were, she wasn't surprised, especially since they wanted to see how far they could go before they indulged in the pleasure of being inside one another. With a smile, she tightened her fingers against his, and got a surprised look from him in response. Mulder felt her fingers clench around his, and looked at her, since he hadn't realized when he'd entwined his hands with hers. She was smiling, so hopefully she didn't mind too much. Finally, he pulled away and met her mouth again in a proper kiss. He loosened his fingers and ran it through her hair, and he felt the scrape of her nails down his back. He didn't even consider how dangerous it would be to let her assault his back with those claws until her hands closed around his ass, pulling him into her. Without thinking, his knee moved up between her legs, and felt nearly surrounded with soft, wet heat. However, with only that, Scully pulled out of the kiss, closing her eyes against the pleasure. Her hands moved up to his shoulders and held on tight as her body finally took control, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming. Instead, she dug her fingernails into Mulder's shoulders. Vaguely, she heard a groan, but wasn't aware of much else. Mulder had never expected that at that slight hint of stimulation, Scully would be gone, but that's how it turned out. Her head was thrown back, and she had her eyes closed. However, from the moment that her nails bit into his skin, it was all over for him as well. When Scully came to, she found herself straddling Mulder's prone body while he was still lost to her. She watched him carefully, making sure that he was still... up for further activities and that this episode of sensory overload hadn't done permanent damage to his nerve endings. She still wasn't sure hers hadn't burned out. After that flash of sheer sensation, Mulder remembered his knees buckling under him, and the feeling of Scully landing on top of him on the floor. However, he wasn't prepared for the sensation of her hair brushing against him as she smiled softly at him once he finally made the decision to return to the land of the living. "Oh... I think I just died..." he moaned, and she ran her fingers through his hair, making it nearly as disheveled as her own was. "Again, you mean?" she teased. "Yeah," he grinned, "Again." Then he shook his head dazedly and asked, "Damn, Scully, why didn't you tell me you were that close? Couldn't you have given a poor guy a slight hint or something?" "Well, Mulder, I tried to tell you, but I'm not sure you were listening," she grinned at him. "Then again, I suppose there are some merits to continuing things on the floor." "Maybe so, Scully, but my back isn't agreeing with either one of us on that matter. It's screaming something about how I'm in my thirties, not as young as I used to be, and that I'm supposed to be making love on my sofa or on the bed, not on a floor with only the thinnest of carpets between the flooring and my back." Scully laughed and leaned down to steal a kiss before they both got up and headed for the bed in the fashion that had led this entire encounter. The tango. Damn, but he wished he had a rose. It would have been a real turn-on to see the stem clenched between Scully's teeth. Then again, did he need any help? End Part II From: "C. Shuy" Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: Tango Lessons (3/4) Tango Lessons (Part III of IV) by Diana Alexander (dmulder@nettaxi.com) and Christina Shuy (cshuy@netcom.com) The tango was short and sweet, and somewhat dazed. There was plenty of giggling going on, and neither of them was even remotely embarassed. All that seemed to matter to them was that they were together, and were shortly going to be even moreso. The anticipation hanging between them, though, was rapidly making them both a little crazy. The dance itself had degenerated. Neither was making certain of dance steps. They were simply trying to keep their bodies as close-pressed as possible. Neither cared about anything else. Nor, though, were they watching where they were going. With another thud and a thump and a breathed joint 'oh, baby!', they landed together on the bed, Scully on top of Mulder, both grinning. "Oh, god, Dana, I love you..." he said, though he was trying also to keep from laughing with the sheer joy he felt. "I love you too, Mulder." she smiled, also feeling the joy within her heart bursting to come out. With a sudden push, he rolled her smoothly under him, and the feeling of his weight on top of her was another joy in and of itself. "Now... should we take this slow and easy or hard and fast?" There was a distinct gleam in Mulder's eyes, though what he had the expression *for* was still a mystery. "You want to do this 'slow and easy'? What have we been doing for the last little while?" "Playing around? You know, Scully, if you want to back out now, you still can. Any farther, and I don't think I'm going to be able to stop." "Then by all means, Mulder, *don't* stop." Dana Scully took her partner's head with the palms of her hands and pulled him closer for a deep kiss. She felt her partner shift, and could feel the hard, straining length of flesh that was his arousal so very near to entering her. With one smooth move, he was inside her, and the flash of pleasure/pain was very nearly blinding. She heard a groan, but wasn't sure who it had been, and, really, didn't care. Mulder was here, they were making love, he loved her, she loved him, and that, in all their years of searching for the truth, was all that mattered. At least at this immediate moment. He moved again, and felt the velvet-silk of her surrounding him. Mulder told himself that he needed to be very careful otherwise he'd go into sensory overload. However, he wasn't entirely certain he cared at the moment. He did, however, manage to slow his pace a little. "Mulder... oh my God... oh my God... *please*... OH. MY. GOD." Scully moaned, arching her back to keep more of herself in contact with her lover. That phrase brought back memories of a hypnotherapy session when he'd had to make certain she was all right, and then leave the room before she noticed a certain problem he was having. This time, though, the problem was more than evident, and had been for quite a while, but since he was already right where he wanted to be, deep inside the woman he loved, he decided he'd stay... at least for a while. It had been quite a while since she'd last been in this sort of situation. Now she realised why trying to sleep with Ed Jerse had been a mistake. He wasn't Mulder, nor was he ever going to be. There was only one Fox William Mulder, and he was, unmistakably, on top of her, making the most passionate love to her that she'd ever known. She could almost hear Storm's mischevious snicker. It was a good question. One that she would probably have to file in their office, somewhere. "Never again." she murmured, as another wave of pleasure hit and radiated outward once more. Mulder's mouth had just reattached itself to her breast, and his tongue was flicking over the nipple wetly. "Oh, God, yes... never again..." "Huh?" Mulder's face and tone of voice were suddenly filled with pain and fear, and he began to gather together his control enough to attempt a stopping point. Did she think this was a mistake? The question was plastered all over his face. "Never again, Mulder, will I consider anyone else. And did I tell you to stop?" she smiled lovingly at him. "Well, you did have me worried there, Scully." He pouted. "I was afraid you were having second thoughts and that you felt this was a mistake." She arched up, gathered his face in her hands, and kissed him. "The only mistake you're making is by stopping, Mulder. Did I say you could stop?" She arched an eyebrow at him. "Uh..." "Mulder, either you continue making love to me right this instant, or else I will turn you over and take you so hard and so fast, you won't know what hit you." She felt him twitch inside her. "Ooh, Scully, I just got really turned on." Scully smiled sweetly at the man on top of her, "I know..." "Then why don't you do something about it?" he asked tightly as she clenched her inner muscles around him. "I'm... considering it. I mean, after all, there are so many things we could do. And probably even half of them wouldn't even be considered sexual." "By other people, you mean," he grinned down at her. "These are our terms, and at this point, anything could be considered sexual." "Even something vitally important to survival?" she asked in a pseudo-innocent tone. "Like what would you be suggesting?" "Oh, I don't know, Mulder. Eating, maybe?" she suggested, dragging the words out. "I guess it would depend on what you were planning to eat," Mulder quipped. "Oh, I don't know... maybe a nibble of skin here and there," she smiled mischievously, and before Mulder knew it, he was on his back on the bed looking up at the sex kitten his partner had turned into. Even though he thought he was getting used to this transformation, it was still a shock. However, it would be something that he'd gladly become used to. He smiled up at her. "So, Agent Scully, where do you want to start your lunch?" "I want to start with you," she responded with a grin. "And besides, it's dessert." She quipped before leaning down to caress his lips with her own, only briefly. He groaned. She wasn't doing anything but aggrivating his current condition, and she knew it. He could tell that much by the look of mischievousness fighting with the desire and love dancing in her eyes and the slight tightening around him. Of course, *that* wasn't helping much, either. "Does that mean that you plan to finish with me?" he asked in an imitation of her mischievous voice. Her grin only widened more. "I hope we finish together. Are you up for it?" Mulder gave a slight thrust of the hips before responding with, "I'm up for anything you want to do to me." Her eyes closed in response to his thrust, and a slight gasp escaped her lips before she came back with an "Oooh, Mulder, was that an invitation?" "I don't know, Scully... you're a Maryland Graduate, you tell me," he responded in an imitation of her response to some of his more oblivious questions. She recognized it and laughed. Mulder wished she'd do it more often; neither of them laughed enough these days. By now, Mulder knew he was in trouble now even if he hadn't been before. Both of them were, and neither of them cared. Then again, they were sometimes as bad at attracting trouble as Victoria and Storm were. Then again, they were all experts at finding it. A smile crossed his face as a remembered line from Storm came back to him... <"Mulder, I got my doctorate in T-R-O-U-B-L-E long before I met you. Dana could tell you that. Now can we move on?"> Sometimes, even he wondered if they were related and didn't know it yet. However, Dana's lips on his chest, nibbling and biting slightly derailed that train of thought, and he gladly let it go. It was no great loss, after all. When lips closed around one of his nipples, Mulder arched up towards her. He had forgotten just how sensitive he was to the same affections that he had been treating her to. By the look on her face, Scully was having a good time reminding him of it. Slowly, she started moving away from him, and Mulder looked up, worried again. She smiled at him softly and shook her head. He could almost tell what she was thinking. She just wanted to tease some more, and although she wouldn't take him over the edge just yet, she did want to have better access than she did. Scully was relieved that Mulder didn't say anything. This act was precious for both of them, and it had taken them so long to get to this point that she wanted to drag it out as long as humanly possible. If he had stayed within her body much longer, she wasn't sure if she could have held out. In fact, she wasn't sure he could have held out much longer, either. Sweeping upwards for another gentle kiss, she moved as gracefully down his torso as possible, marking her path with tiny bite marks and kisses. Taking the chance to look up at him, Scully couldn't help but smile wistfully. Had she been the only one that he trusted enough to go this far with him? To do what she was doing to him? It wouldn't surprise her, since so many people had hurt this man -- this sensitive man who loved her. Just the thought made her want to run off with a savage battle cry, but it wasn't her place to do it. At least, not at the moment. Instead, she stayed and moved toward his navel for more of the tease they had started so long ago. 'I promise, Mulder, that we'll make this good for you and me. You and me, we'll get there together. And hell, we'll have fun during the journey. Like always. 'I promise you this...' Dana Scully reached her intended goal and then paused for a moment, just breathing, and letting her fingers caress the hard length of him. "So, Mulder... or am I now allowed to call you Fox?" she smiled, lightly kissing somewhere along the length of him. "I... oh, God, Dana, to be honest, I don't care. Just keep doing what you're doing." he groaned, though Scully could tell he was fighting just to put words together in some sort of coherent order. "As you wish, Mulder." she grinned, giving just the tip of him a good lick. At the first touch of her tongue to the tip of his erection, he groaned loudly and arched under her. Her eyes sparkled mischeviously and she grinned at him. "You like that, do you, Mulder?" "Oh, yeah..." he managed, unsure of what else he could say. His vocabulary seemed to have been reduced to grunts, groans, the occasional 'oh, god', and a myriad of other really *short* words. "Then, does this mean you want me to continue?" Dana's smile lit the room. "Scully..." he croaked, finally, only just managing the fine points of coordination necessary for him to prop himself up on his elbows, though precariously. "You really don't have to if you don't want to." "Mulder, I know that. But I want to. Believe me, I want to." Before he could reply to anything she said, he felt her warm, wet mouth envelop him, just the very tip of him, and he flopped back down onto his back, groaning ever more loudly. It was like nothing in the world he had ever felt before. He both heard and felt her giggle. She was playing him. Playing him like a fine instrument, only this time it was different from what had come before, in his other relationships. This time, she was playing him with the love a soloist has for their constant companion/beloved instrument. And more. Oh, so much more than that. "I love you, Scully..." he murmured. "I love you too, Mulder." she said, momentarily pausing to reply. The hard length of him seemed to be steel clothed in silk - warm, hard, and alive. As she took him in her mouth again, she could taste the unique flavour which was his alone. As she moved only slightly down his length, she varied the method and pressure with which she applied herself, and he groaned again, feeling the flames shoot through his body. She didn't bother moving up and down along him, instead, just varying the technique by which she used her mouth on him, which she knew he liked by his reactions. "Oh, yes, oh, god, yes, Scully..." Mulder managed to moan out. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, even as he could feel her tongue, rough and soft at the same time, against him, and he moaned again. She continued her ministrations for a few minutes more before suddenly stopping, stepping away, and depriving him of everything except the sight of her body in all its naked glory. She was still on her knees in front of him, but no part of her was touching any part of him. Suddenly, both seemed to notice the lack of contact and were aching with the absense. "Wha... What are you doing, Scully?" he mumbled, needing to feel her on him, at least in some way. "I changed my mind, Mulder." she said, and his face fell. In response, she stroked him, even as she moved closer to him. "No, not about what is going on between us. I want what is going on right now more than anything. However, I don't want you in my mouth. I want you in me again. I miss having you inside me." she smiled. "Oooh, Scully... you know what I like." he breathed, and she giggled. Gradually, she kissed and caressed her way back up from his erection to his lips, making certain she maintained maximum physical contact. Mental contact was - and had been - at maximum for many years now, and it was only getting better as they continued to explore each other. Finally, she settled on top of him, still not inside her, but close enough so that he could feel her heat, and she could feel every little beat of his heart, and every twitch he had in his body, most especially one specific part of him. Smiling broadly again, she positioned herself and sank down onto him, both of them gasping and sighing at once. For a moment, they didn't move, wanting to savour the intimacy of the first instants of the most intimate aspects of lovemaking. "Where have you been all my life?" Mulder gasped. "Well, for the last few years, I've been right here, though I will admit this is the first time you've let me *this* close, Agent Mulder." "Likewise, Agent Scully. Likewise." Mulder grinned, pulling her close for a kiss. 'Kissing Dana Scully would be enough to keep an ordinary man happy for a lifetime,' Mulder mused as he delved into her mouth once again. 'However, I'm not a normal man, and that would never be able to keep me satisfied... for long.' Then again, it wouldn't have to keep him satisfied, especially they were entangled in such a way that there was no hope for anyone who tried to *un*tangle them... at least not anytime soon. He felt her muscles clench around him, and he pulled away, looking up at her with a smile just before he maneuvered them so that he was the one hovering over her, mishchevious expression in place. However, Dana Scully didn't look like she was complaining in the slightest. In fact, she seemed downright encouraged. With her sweetest smile, she encircled his hips with her thighs and his neck with her arms. "Ready to do away with five years worth of torturous foreplay, Agent Scully?" "Only if I get five more in return, Agent Mulder," she countered. "Only foreplay?" he teased. "Well, maybe more than *just* foreplay," she smiled, moving even more firmly against him. He snorted to himself. It really wasn't fair; she was beneath him and was still in control. Oh, well, it really doesn't matter. After all, they were both headed for the same goal. As they began to move in unison, Mulder reflected on the comments that they had made to each other only moments before. They had never allowed each other as close as they were now, and he couldn't decide whether that was a good thing or not. Surely, they would have been just as good together, as partners, as friends and as lovers as they were right now, but it was definitely proving to be worth the wait. Scully looked up into her partner's eyes as he moved above her and smiled, watching them go through the full range of emotions. There was definitely a lot of emotion in this act, particularly for them. After all, they both had quite a bit of emotional baggage that had been holding them back, along with a fair amount of fear. Totally unfounded fear, she mused to herself before the ability to think slipped away from her. Reaching up, she ran her hands down his back, feeling the muscles work as he thrust inside of her. Loosening her legs from around his hips, she reached down and grasped his ass with her hands, smiling at him as she pulled him closer. "Copping a feel, Scully?" he managed between his laboured breaths. "Always," she smiled up at him, and he stopped moving. In that moment, Scully could have easily murdered her partner and lover. Only it probably wouldn't be as much fun as what he had planned, so she decided to wait and see what he had in mind. As she had expected, she didn't have to wait long to find out. The pause in motion was nothing more than that, nothing but a measure to regain some control before they pushed each other over the edge. Scully leaned in to taste the beads of sweat that dotted his forehead. Unfortunately for him, it only served to heighten his arousal since the motion moved him further inside of her. "Scully..." he groaned, and she smiled in response as she tightened around him. "Just let go, Mulder," she told him, wrapping her hands around his shoulders as she felt him thrust inside of her. "Only... only if you come with me." She smiled at him as her nails bit into his shoulders again and thrust up against him to encourage him to start moving again. He took her encouragement and braced himself above her as he started to move. The feel of her nails biting into his shoulders only drove him further toward the edge. Everything narrowed down to their two bodies moving in unison together. Mulder maneuvered them so that she was on top again, and she smiled sweetly down at him. He ran his hands down the thighs that lay beside his hips as they pushed each other toward oblivion. Scully pulled his hands from her thighs, lacing his fingers with hers and braced them above his head as she thrust against him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last with the sensation of her tightening around him and the feel of the tips of her breasts brushing lightly against his chest. "Scully..." "I know," she smiled down at him. "Me too." "Then let me do this for you," Mulder said as she pulled him on top of her as her legs once again twined around his hips. After several more moments of intense thrusting, her nails bit into his shoulders as she came around him, and his name escaped her lips on a gasp. Then, it was all over but the screaming... and the grunting and groaning as he collapsed on top of her. When he finally came to, her eyes were still closed and he slowly moved off of her. He ran a finger gently down her jawline, and watched her eyes flicker open. She smiled as she looked up at him and he asked, "Scully? Are you all right?" At the sound of his voice, only smiled wider. "Oh, trust me, Mulder. I'm fine. In fact, I'm more than fine." For a change, he actually believed her. End Part III From: "C. Shuy" Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: Tango Lessons (4/4) Tango Lessons (Part IV of IV) by Diana Alexander (dmulder@nettaxi.com) and Christina Shuy (cshuy@netcom.com) Dana was the first to open her eyes again after dozing off, not that she didn't have help, though. Her stomach complained loudly and she couldn't help but smile, remembering exactly what it was she had done to burn off all of that energy and leave her pleasantly tired. And, as she lay there thinking about her present situation, she realised she'd never been happier in her entire life. They had taken a brief nap curled up in each other's arms after finally doing what they had wanted to for years. Their bodies had given out, though mainly through simple exhaustion. After all, it is difficult to keep *anything* up for hours at a time, and they had. For several hours, in fact. Setting personal endurance records while they were at it. She picked up the phone by Mulder's bed and started dialling. There was something she wanted to surprise Mulder with and the person she was in contact with accomodated perfectly. After, she closed her eyes, laughing to herself that things were only going to get better from here on out. Then, her stomach reminded her again that it needed to be fed. Dana opened her eyes again, and smiled, wrapping her arms around the other person in the bed with her. Fox Mulder murmured something and buried his face in her shoulder, kissing it before affectionately rubbing the tip of his nose where he'd kissed her. "Who were you calling, Scully?" Mulder asked, pulling her close and kissing her again. At the same time, his hands wandered her body, and she gasped and sighed softly. "No one, Mulder." She grinned, kissing back. "Oh, come on... I know you were on the phone with someone." "You'll know soon enough, Mulder. For now, it's for me to know and you to find out." she answered. Mulder pouted, looking so adorable, she pulled him in for another kiss. Then, she heard his stomach growl and laughed, pulling away slightly. "You know, you really know how to make a guy feel good about his performance." Mulder mock-pouted. "Shut up, and kiss me, Mulder." she answered, kissing him ferverently again. "I'm hungry." Mulder announced, finally, breaking the kiss. "For what, Mulder?" Dana's lips formed a smile. "Food for the moment. You... always." "You're insatiable." "Can I help it if you do this to me?" Mulder grinned. Dana picked up the phone. "What are you in the mood for?" she asked. As Mulder reached for her again, she swatted his hand away. "I meant foodwise, you letch." "How about Chinese? I'm tired of pizza, and I don't feel like leaving this apartment, at least not for a while." "Good idea." So, they called the local Chinese take-out place, which also delivered if there was a big enough order, and they ordered more than enough, their stomachs protesting loudly for food by this time. "They'll be here in twenty minutes." Scully said, hanging up the phone and running a hand through his hair. "Oooh, Dana... how about a quickie?" Mulder smirked at his love. "Sure... But are you up for it?" Mulder moved her hand from his hair down to show her that a certain part of him was most certain 'up' for the occasion. "What do you think?" "Oooh, Mulder, I just got really turned on." "Uh... Scully, I think that was my line?" "But, Mulder... It's true!" she said, twisting around and getting on top of him, allowing him to see and feel just how turned on she was. "Oooh, Scully, *I* just got really turned on." "Tick tock, Agent Mulder." She murmured into his ear, her breath hot on his ear. "You said you wanted a quickie before food got here. Time's a wasting." "Hey, Scully, wanna be on top this time?" "Why, Mulder, I thought you'd never ask." "You're already in the right place." "Not quite yet..." she answered, wrapping a hand around him and then guiding him, aroused and erect, into her. Both groaned. Scully placed her hands on either side of the man beneath her as she tried to adjust to having him inside of her again. Just a quickie, eh? Yeah, well, she wasn't sure just how much of a quickie it was going to be as she leaned down to brush the tips of her breasts against his chest. In response, he reached up and cupped her buttocks in his hands for a brief squeeze before thrusting into her. She moaned slightly just as his hands started a slow path from her hips upward. She rocked against him as she leaned forward to indulge in one of his new fixations once again. Then again, the fixation wasn't just his; if she didn't watch out, nothing would be able to get them out of the bedroom, expect for the occasional new experience. Hmm... maybe the kitchen table... the wall... his couch... In that moment, it was almost as though he knew what she was thinking, and grinned in response, as though he was up for the challenge. Then again, according to her body's own testimony, he *was* up for the challenge. As their kiss lasted, their bodies moved together in unison, giving and taking all at the same time. Finally, they took a break for air, and Scully reached up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ears so she could actually see the man laying below her. "If we don't hurry up, Scully, this definitely won't be considered a quickie." "Does it really matter if it's a quickie or not, Mulder?" she asked with her typical enigmatic smile. "I guess not, but I'll really be put out if the food gets here before we finish this," he pouted at her, and she grinned in response, leaning over him again. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about it, Mulder," she said calmly - too calmly, actually - as she clenched around him. He moaned, and she smiled again. "See what I mean?" "Do I really have to answer that?" he responded, thrusting into her body. She grasped his shoulders, and he felt her nails once again biting into them. When they went back to work after this little interlude was over, it was a good thing that he'd be wearing a suit. After all, at the way they kept going, they were going to be leaving scars and other marks on each other's bodies. Not that either of them would mind... However, at the way they were going, it was obvious that neither of them would be capable of actually thinking much longer. Mulder found his hands running up and down Scully's spine of their own free will. The thing was that she seemed to be enjoying it, arching into his touch. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at him with those blue eyes and smiled. He was in trouble now... when she smiled at him like that, he was lost. Then she delved into his mouth again, which he participated in fully. However, he almost pulled out of the kiss out of shock when her hands started wandering from the sides of his face downward. He just sighed and let her explore his body, since, after all, that's what this was all about. The sake of exploration... of their naked bodies entwined together, of course. She toyed with his nipples, finding them as tight as her own. For some reason this fascinated her, obviously. He'd have to tell her to stop in a minute. She was driving him crazy. Then again, perhaps that was the point... Finally, several minutes later, he pulled her hands from his body, and drew one of her fingers into his mouth as she watched with fascination. Just as he pulled them out, she locked her mouth onto his as she pulled him on top of her. Several moments later, just when they were starting to get lost in each other, there was a knock on the door, and Mulder groaned, "What did I tell you, Scully? What did I tell you? I knew we shoulda made this a quickie..." "And like *I* said, Mulder, it can wait," Scully told him, sounding somewhat breathless. "If you stop now, I will find my gun and shoot you. You won't enjoy where I shoot you this time." "Like I enjoyed the last time," he retorted as she moved against him, and ended it in a groan. "Besides, if I know your aim, Scully, we wouldn't be able to enjoy this if you did that." "Good point, Mulder." They heard another knock at the door and froze in mid-movement, then the sound of several boxes hitting the floor followed by several moments of silence, which was broken by their laughter. "Shall we finish this?" "I'd be glad to." "I'm following where you lead." "Follow me anywhere? Even over hill and dale?" Dana smirked at her partner. "Anywhere, Mulder... Anywhere. Just keep doing what you're doing." "Hello? Is anyone in there?" the delivery boy shouted, banging on the door again. They were interrupted again and before either of them could react, their stomachs reacted for them, growling loudly to be fed. As well as the reminder that the delivery person was sitting at the door with their order. And getting more impatient by the moment by the sound of things. Mulder pulled out, though not without a sigh from Scully, and a groan from himself. "I knew we should have made this a quickie." "Mulder, just get the food, pay the man, and get back here so I can do to you what I've been wanting to do to you for years now." "Oooh, Scully, is that a promise or a threat?" Dana smiled, seductively. "Yes." "Don't move a muscle!" Mulder said, reaching for his bathrobe and his wallet. "I'm waiting in breathless antici......." "-Pation, Scully. I saw Rocky Horror when I was younger too, you know. Even played Frank N. Furter a time or two." he said, leaning over to kiss her. They held the clinch for a minute or two before the person at the door knocked loudly again. "Go get the food, Mulder, or else I'm going to eat *you* alive." "Promises, promises." Mulder grinned, tying the robe around him and then heading out to answer the door. "You better believe it, Mulder." She smiled after him. Scully thought for a moment which of the fantasies she'd been saving up would be good for the next round. Then, she grinned and decided that whatever they were going to do was going to surpass any fantasies she might have had. If only Mulder would get back into the bedroom and into the bed already. "Scully! Food's here! Come and get it!" Mulder's voice drifted in, accompanied by a loud slam of the door. "Get it, or get *you*, Mulder?" Dana grinned, pulling on one of his shirts which had been left lying on the floor. There was a thud, and then footsteps as Mulder practically ran back into the bedroom, completely naked. Then, a loud thump and an *oof!* before giggles were heard. "Mulder, what are you doing?" "Finishing what we started... now that food's here, we can finish this and *then* go eat. I'd rather have you rather than food any day." He ripped the shirt off and attacked her breasts, causing her to moan and grab for his hair. The feel of his skin against hers was doing a great deal to revive her arousal and her enthusiasm. "Mulder... kiss me." she whispered, huskily. His mouth came down onto hers with the force that took both their breaths away. His tongue plunged into her mouth, searching for, and then caressing hers with a force that was both rough and gentle combined. Then, with infinite tenderness, and a burning, pleasurable ache, he was inside her again, and she gasped under him, wrapping arms and legs around him again. She clenched the muscles surrounding him tightly just as he was thrusting into her and he moaned, almost helplessly. "Dana Katherine Scully... you will be the death of me." he murmured, nuzzling her neck momentarily. "Can you think of a better way to go, Mulder?" He moved inside her again, and they both groaned. "I'd go anywhere with you, Scully. Any time, any place, and do anything..." "You do know that the shirt you just ripped of me was one of yours." "So that's why it looked so familiar." "Do you care?" "Honestly? No." She felt his tongue lap at her neck and down the shoulder and she moaned softly as he blazed a hot, wet trail through her skin. "Didn't you say you wanted a quickie?" "Didn't want to hurt you, Scully..." "You never know, I might like it hard and rough." "Scully, you just keep unfolding like a flower." "I haven't been a virgin in quite a while, Mulder." "I don't care. You're my flower..." Before she could say more about that, his mouth was on hers again, and he moved within her, and both were swept away. Scully had always known that if she had gotten into a relationship with Fox Mulder, it would be all-consuming, and yet also a equal partnership, much the way they worked together. She had counted on his passion, and on hers, but in all of her fantasies, she never imagined that it would be this good. However, now that she had skin samples under her fingernails from the many times that they'd dug into her partner's back, and her legs wrapped around hips in constant motion as they pushed both him and her towards the point of no return. Then again, she responded in kind with matching thrusts of her hips, and occasional nips and bites, that, judging from the noises he made, were as enjoyable for him as they were for her. They were both moving beyond rational thought, though, and somehow, it had never seemed as much fun before. Scully smiles as she brushed the tips of her breasts against his chest right before those expressive hazel eyes opened wider in an expression of mischievousness right before a pair of hands wrapped around her hips and flipped their positions. Scully braced herself up on her hands as she hovered over the man now beneath her. She smiled and allowed her voice to drop an octave as she asked him, "So, Mulder, am I to assume that you enjoy having me on top?" "Mmmhmm..." he commented, running his hands idly down her back as her hips moved against his. Leaning over him, she nibbled at his earlobe and felt him thrust further into her as a response. Another smile, almost feline in nature, crossed her face. They were both so close to the edge that it wouldn't take much more to push them over. Another woman had stopped about here, and allowed the man beneath her to suffer the consequences, and the scars that had left had their effects today. Although she could mainly forget in light that what they were doing was trying to help erase what she had done, Scully still wanted to kill the woman. Then again, as a friend had said once, there would be a long line for that position, so she decided to leave it be and enjoy this moment. His hands reached up to caress her cheek, and with his smile, Scully knew that he was aware of where her thoughts had wandered. The touch was almost like a reassurance. Reaching her hand to his, she pulled it toward her lips so that she could kiss each finger. He pulled his hand away, pulled her close to him as he thrust into her. Neither one of them were going to last much longer, Scully knew, and so she pulled Mulder on top of them and giggled as he looked at her in shock. Apparently that was the last thing he had been expecting. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust into him as she allowed her head to fall back over the end of his bed. 'Well, Dana,' she told herself with a wry grin as he attacked her neck like a starving vampire, 'I guess it's a good thing that Mulder decided against getting a footboard for this bed.' It certainly wouldn't have been this much fun, that's for sure, which led her to wonder if maybe he'd fantasized about having her in this position. If so, she'd find that out... later. Shortly afterwards, Dana Scully lost the capacity for rational thought, and just allowed the moment to take her past the point of no return. With her arms and legs wrapped around the one person in this universe (or any other, for that matter) who meant the most to her, she fell past the point of no return and felt her partner follow right behind her, as though that was just what he was waiting for. Knowing Mulder, it probably was. Before they both lost consciousness, Mulder pulled out of her and pulled them both back under the covers of his bed. She sighed happily, and he grinned at her. "What?" she asked him, half asleep. "I think I strained muscles I'd forgotten I have," Mulder commented. "You're a wild woman, and I'll be paying for this tomorrow." "Oh, poor baby," she grinned back at him, leaning up to kiss him. "Want me to kiss it all better?" "Later," he mumbled as they both slipped into a light doze, the food sitting out in the living room forgotten. At least for the moment. End of Story! "The Truth is Out There. Trust No One."- from "The X-Files" Pursuing a BS(Electrical Engineering)-Fall Quarter 1998(EE320,Engl306)-CSULA Looking for work and a place to live... somewhere in the SanFran Bay Area. "If his hand moves from the small of my back, shoot him." Anne Rooney(C-16) "I want you to do me a favour. It is not negotiable. Either you do it or I kill you. You understand?" Special Agent Dana Scully-The X-Files-"Triangle"