Sun.Irena"@8"" B@"DmX`"@9TEXTBOBO|DBFrom: "Irena" Date: Wed, 28 Apr 1999 17:33:00 +1000 Subject: Sun 1/1 {MSR} TITLE: Too Much Sun (1/2) AUTHOR: Irena RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: MSR Vignette KEYWORDS: MULDER/SCULLY ROMANCE --> SEX/SMUT SPOILERS: Nothing notable ARCHIVE: Yes to Gossamer, anyone else please notify me first, through common courtesy. SUMMARY: Sexual tension becomes more than our two agents can handle, when Mulder helps ease the pain of Scully's sunburn. DISCLAIMER: You know who Mulder and Scully are? Well good, then you'll also know I don't own them, never have and never will. The characters of Mulder and Scully come to you courtesy of Chris Carter, 1013 productions, and the Fox network. Their souls however, come to you courtesy of Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny. I am merely borrowing these two precious identities for the sake of entertainment. No infringement or monetary gain is intended from their usage. There, that should satisfy all you legal types -- now on with the story. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx TOO MUCH SUN xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Part 1/2 -------- Dana Scully's apartment 5:30 pm Leaning over her shoulder to read the conclusion to her report, Mulder casually draped his arm around his partner. Wincing at his soft touch, Scully did her best to conceal the effect it was having on her. She didn't want him to know how careless she'd been. She knew he'd never let her live it down if he found out she was covered from neck to toes by a painfully severe sunburn. As Mulder once again brushed softly against her, she cursed her stupidity in the sun yesterday. She'd simply wanted to spend a relaxing weekend at the beach, never expecting she'd fall asleep. "Scully?" He questioned her, noticing the way her back stiffened at his touch. "I'm fine Mulder," she managed to choke out, rushing towards the safety of her couch. Mulder didn't buy her answer one iota. She'd been acting strangely all day. Whenever he'd moved to talk to her, or to guide her through a door or a hallway, she'd literally jumped in the opposite direction. He'd had enough, and he wasn't going to leave until he found out what was bothering her. Joining her on the couch, Mulder grasped her firmly by the shoulders, determined to get a straight answer. Her loud groan surprised him however, and he immediately let her go. "Scully, are you okay?" he asked softly, moving his hand to cup her chin. Scully merely nodded her head, closing her eyes in an attempt to prevent the tears from falling. She was mortified at her lack of control. She hated appearing weak in front of her partner, and his tenderness was only making things worse. "I'm fine Mulder," she repeated shakily, moving her head to the side to avoid his gaze. "No you're not," he insisted firmly. "Mulder, I. . ." she began, but stopped when he framed her face with his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze. Noting the determination and concern in his eyes, her resolve weakened. He didn't deserve to be lied to, she reminded herself, no matter how uncomfortable it would make her. She continued to stare into his eyes for a long moment, before finally gaining enough courage to speak. "I'm just a little sunburnt, thats all," she choked out softly, closing her eyes in embarrassment. "I'll be fine," she felt it necessary to add. "Scully," he said her name softly, his thumbs moving to caress her cheeks. "Look at me." She couldn't. She'd just made a big deal over a little sunburn. She hated her lack of pain endurance at this moment. If only she hadn't yelped at his touch, she thought to herself, none of this would be necessary. "Please," he whispered the word softly. Much as she wanted to, she couldn't refuse him when he asked in that manner. Slowly opening her eyes, she was surprised to notice the tenderness and concern that greeted her. "How bad is it?" he asked, his fingers never ceasing their caress. "It's fine Mulder," she answered automatically. Mulder simply cocked his head to the side. "Really?" She sighed in resignation before replying. "It covers my back, neck and shoulders, and it's very tender." Mulder shook his head in concern. "Can I see it?" he asked her gently, wanting to gauge the severity of the burns for himself. Scully stared at her partner, not knowing how to react to his question. She knew that if she didn't show him, he'd end up thinking she was worse off than she really was. On the other hand, showing him would mean exposing her body to him. Now, she knew she wasn't his type at all -- he'd made that clear from their very first case, but she also knew that having him stare at her with a purely professional gaze was more than her ego could handle at this moment. "Really Mulder, it's not that bad," she insisted. "Then why not let me see it?" he rejoined. She was about to refuse him again, when she realized she was just being selfish. So what if Mulder wasn't attracted to her, she berated herself. That wasn't his fault, and he shouldn't have to worry needlessly about her because of her own insecurities. Finally nodding in agreement, she moved her hand to the button on her jacket. "No, let me," he interrupted, moving his hand to cover hers. She looked up at him in surprise, trying unsuccessfully to interpret the look in his eye. "I promise I'll be gentle," he insisted, placing her hand by her side. Scully didn't know what to make of his actions, but trusting him just the same, she slowly nodded her head in acceptance. Mulder didn't need any further encouragement. He swiftly returned his hands to her jacket, deftly undoing the button holding it closed, before sliding the material gently off her shoulders. He placed it carefully on the coffee table, then moved his hands towards the buttons of her blouse. As his knuckles brushed dangerously close to her breasts, he found himself wondering why she hadn't refused him. The only reason he could come up with, was that she simply saw him as another brother. He hated that thought. He wanted Scully to moan at his touch; to scream with pleasure as he took her to the heights of ecstasy, and he wanted to possess her in a way that no brother ever would. He quickly chided himself at those thoughts. Here she was, suffering from the pain of severe sunburn, and all he could think about was making love to her. She'd kill him if she knew what was going on in his head right now, or at the very least, she'd shoot him. As he continued to work her blouse open, Scully wondered what Mulder was thinking . He was most likely wondering about the severity of her burns, her mind suggested, and probably wouldn't even notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. . . NO, she screamed silently. How could she forget she'd opted to ease her pain and go without one this morning? Not that it would pose much of a problem, she thought to herself. Mulder saw her as some sort of surrogate sister, her nakedness would go completely unnoticed by him. That thought irked her to no end. She wanted Mulder to see her as an attractive woman, someone he'd like to make love with, and not someone he wanted to protect in a brotherly fashion. As he began to slide the blouse gently off her shoulders, she couldn't help wishing he was doing so under different circumstances. She longed for the day he would take her in his arms, kiss her passionately, and then proceed to make love to her in a way that only he could. Closing her eyes, she reminded herself it would never happen. Her naked breasts were now completely exposed for his perusal, and as far as she could tell, he hadn't even glanced at them. That's not such a bad thing, she consoled herself. At least he wouldn't notice how small they were. Swiftly turning her back towards him, she effectively missed the glint in his eye as he finally noticed the extent of her nakedness. It took all the willpower he had to keep his hands to himself. He wanted desperately to reach out and turn her around, to feel the weight of her breasts in his palms, to taste them. . . . He cursed his uncontrolable thoughts, grateful that Scully couldn't see the effect she was having on him. He forced himself to focus on the state of her sunburn and to forget how inviting her naked breasts were. After a quick perusal, he was actually quite surprised at the extent of her burns. He didn't know how she'd managed to last so long without mentioning it. "Scully," he whispered sympathetically. "You should have told me." "It's no big deal Mulder," she replied firmly. Mulder could only shake his head at her words. She must've been in severe pain the entire day, he thought to himself, and his light touches and constant taps on the shoulder would have been hell to endure. "It is a big deal Scully," he insisted. "You could've saved yourself a lot of pain if you'd told me." "Mnhm. . ." she mumbled shakily, searching for an ideal answer. Interrupting her awkwardness, he placed a hand tenderly on the base of her neck. "You're burning up," he observed. "You should put some lotion or cream on this." "No, I'll be fine," she insisted yet again, biting her lip at his touch. "Scully," he said her name firmly, his hand moving lightly down her back. Trying to control her breathing, she reluctantly admitted to herself that he was right. She should have put something on her back last night, but she'd been so tired, and this morning she'd had no time, and. . . she sighed as she realized she was just making excuses for herself. "You're right Mulder," she exhaled in resignation. "But it's a bit hard to reach all the way down my back," she added as an afterthought. "No problem," he replied brightly, finally removing his hand. She looked up in confusion, glancing over her shoulder to guage his expression. "I'll do it," he offered enthusiastically. He had to be kidding, she thought to herself. How was she going to survive? It was bad enough controlling herself just now at his brief touch, but having him cover her body with cream was more than her overactive hormones could handle. "Mulder, I. . ." she spoke out, stalling for time. "Where do you keep your lotions and creams?" he asked her, ignoring her hesitation. "In the bathroom," she replied automatically. "But. . ." He didn't give her time to finish. Before she could utter another word, he'd jumped up off the couch and was racing towards her bathroom. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx He returned to find she'd relocated to the bedroom, her naked back exposed to him as she lay face down on her bed. She looked so trusting and vulnerable, yet. . . unbelievably sexy. He wanted desperately to lower himself onto the bed; to rain kisses along her back; to remove her remaining articles of clothing and then possess her totally with his body. Instead, he merely kicked off his shoes, knelt onto the bed and straddled her hips, hoping against hope she wouldn't notice his body's betrayal. Scully gasped as his lower body connected with hers, surprised at how quickly he could arouse her. He hadn't even begun to touch her, and she was already on edge. She began to wonder yet again, if she should have resisted harder. Even though she wanted to feel Mulder's touch, she didn't know how easy it would be to hide its effect on her. "Sorry," he mumbled gently, mistaking her gasp for one of pain. "But it's the only way I know how to do this," he continued. "It's okay Mulder," she reassured him quickly, grateful for his mistake. "Good," he replied, opening the tube. "Just let me know if I press too hard, okay?" With those words, he squeezed some cream onto his fingers, before lowering them onto the base of her neck. His touch was electric. As his fingers trailed lightly down her back, she felt as if millions of hot sparks were running down her body. Biting her lip, she wondered what it would feel like to have his mouth replace his fingers; to have him sprinkle kisses along her back; to feel the rough texture of his tongue against her skin, and to feel his touch between her thighs, as his tongue delved deeper and deeper into her inner core. All thoughts were banished however, as his fingers accidentally brushed the sides of her breasts. Her body went into overdrive, and her hips instinctively bucked backwards. As her backside met his groin, she was surprised to notice a suspicious hardness greeting her. It couldn't be, she thought to herself, thinking she was simply imagining it. Yet, as she slowly moved her hips back to check, she was once again met by an unmistakable hardness. As she brushed against his arousal, Mulder knew his day of reckoning had come. He'd been caught, and now he'd have to pay the price. "Scully, I. . ." he stumbled over a response, unable to come up with something intelligent. Sensing his awkwardness, she relented. "Forget it Mulder," she interrupted. "It's okay." He was in luck, he thought to himself. She was going to let him off the hook, and nothing would change between them. Unfortunately however, that thought didn't please him as it should have. He realized he was sick of ignoring the sexual tension between them, even if it was only one-sided. It could ruin their relationship though, he reminded himself. By telling her exactly how he felt, she'd reject him, and he'd lose the best partner and friend he'd ever had. But on the other hand, if he didn't tell her now, he might never get an opportunity quite like this one again. Releasing her hips, he moved to sit next to her on the bed. "Scully," he whispered her name softly. "Look at me." Lifting herself up slowly, she crossed her arms over her chest, before turning around to kneel in front of him. "Mulder, what are you doing?" she asked him in confusion. "I. . ." he began slowly, struggling for the best way to express himself. "I don't want to forget it." Staring in surprise at her partner, Scully couldn't believe what he was implying. She'd never expected that sort of reaction from Mulder, and now she had no idea how to react to it. Looking him deep in the eye, she decided to ask for confirmation. "You're serious?" "Yes," he replied slowly, but with determination. "Oh," she told him softly, a shy smile appearing on her face. Mulder looked at her in surprise. "You're not angry with me?" he asked. Uncrossing her arms, Scully reached out and took hold of Mulder's hands in hers. "Not in this case," she told him gently. As her naked breasts were once again revealed to him, Mulder felt his self control waver. She looked so completely delectable exposed to him, he didn't know how much longer he could contain himself. Furthermore, he was more than a little surprised at her response, finding it almost incomprehensible that she would mirror his feelings. He had repressed them for over five years, and he felt slightly uncomfortable now that they were out in the open. The fact that she seemed just as aroused by him, did little to ease his fear. Her apparent arousal could just be a figment of his overactive imagination, he thought to himself. He could be seeing something in her eyes that was not there. If he made a move, he'd most likely ruin their friendship and maybe even score another bullet wound in the process. Disentangling his hands, he reached up to cup her face, hoping to better read her expression. "Scully, are you sure?" he asked her urgently, his body screaming out for attention. "Yes," she replied softly, her eyes meeting his hungrily, challenging him to respond. Never one to refuse a challenge, he leaned in sharply until his lips were less than a millimetre away from hers. He could feel her breath mingle with his, and he wanted to savour this moment; to permanently store the anticipation of their first real kiss in his photographic memory. As Mulder's lips hovered over hers, Scully wondered at his hesitation. She wanted to reach out, grasp his face in her hands and crush his lips to hers. Sensing her anticipation, Mulder finally relented and breached the remaining distance between their lips. --------------- End of part 1/2 --------------- From: "Irena" Date: Wed, 28 Apr 1999 17:36:50 +1000 TITLE: Too Much Sun (2/2) TOO MUCH SUN xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Part 2/2 -------- The kiss was perfect. As his lips met hers, all thought and strength left her body. All the bottled up sexual tension that had been building up for the past five years was unleashed into that kiss. It was as if before this moment she had never really existed, and only now that her lips were joined with this man's would she ever experience the true joy of living. As he deepened the kiss, he couldn't help but feel he was in heaven. He felt that for the first time in his life he was actually experiencing true happiness, as if he had finally found his one true purpose in life. And he never wanted this moment to end. Scully soon found herself wanting more. She wanted to tear his shirt from his body, inhale the musky smell of his masculinity, and savour the taste of his skin as she devoured him. At those thoughts, she reached her hands between them and began struggling with the buttons of his jacket. Before long, she was sliding the material off his shoulders, only to encounter the annoying barrier of his shirt. Sensing her frustration, Mulder pulled away momentarily and pulled the shirt over his head, ripping a few buttons in the process. "That better?" he asked when the shirt reached the ground. Looking him deep in the eye, Scully could only nod. His chest had always been perfect to her. The few times she'd actually had the opportunity to ogle it, she'd noticed that it had just the right amount of hair on it, not too little, not too much. "Like what you see?" he teased, noticing her stares. "Mulder," was all she could manage, before she pulled him in for another kiss. This time, as her tongue invaded his mouth, her hands made their journey over his chest, stopping to briefly toy with his male nipples, before reaching around to admire the muscles on his back. She never knew he worked out this much. She loved the strength she could feel in his shoulder blades, the rippling masculinity of his lower back, as her fingers moved ever closer to the edge of his pants. Mulder was dumbstruck, as her mouth invaded his, and her hands reached lower and lower, he didn't know what to do first. He wanted to throw her back onto the bed, tear off the rest of her clothes, and possess her so completely that she'd never have any doubt as to who she belonged to. However, as he moved his hands to her back, she suddenly let out a soft yelp. "Hhhm, Mulder," she groaned softly in sudden pain. Mulder quickly let go and moved back in panic, wondering what he'd done wrong. "Scully, are you okay?" he asked in concern, his eyes searching her face for an answer. "It's just my sunburn," she replied sheepishly. "I'm sorry." "No," he was quick to reply, cursing his forgetfulness. "It's my fault. I should have remembered. Maybe we should continue this some other time," he continued, moving to get off the bed. "I don't think so Mulder," she was quick to reply, not ready to stop this yet. "As long as I'm on top, this should work out just fine." "Oh," he replied huskily, moving to embrace her once again. "You like it on top?" "For now," she whispered softly, before once again capturing his lips with hers. She loved exploring the inner recesses of his mouth. He tasted of sunflower seeds and coffee, and for some reason, she just couldn't get enough of him. She wanted to devour him whole. Unable to resist any longer, she broke their kiss, shoved him backwards onto the bed, and in less than one minute, had managed to remove both his pants and jockey shorts and throw them to the floor. Mulder was unbeleivably aroused by her actions, he had no idea that Scully would be this forceful in bed. She had a weird gleam in her eye that he hadn't noticed before, but which made her look like a wild lioness, ready to pounce before devouring her prey. He couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him, he just hoped she'd let him sample those magnificent breasts pretty soon, or he'd become wild himself. He was huge, was all she could think of as she straddled him once again. She'd caught a glimpse of him now and then, but never in his full state, and never did she think he'd be that impressive. Bringing one hand to trail down his chest before encircling him, she whispered his name. "Mulder." "You like?" he groaned as she reached down to kiss his tip. "Mmm," was all she said, before she encircled him with her mouth. She slowly swirled her tongue around his tip, savouring his flavour fully, before taking in some more of him. She never realised she loved the taste of a guy's penis till now. Mulder was so smooth and silky, yet hard and ridged at the same time. He had a distinct flavour she'd never tasted before, and now that she had, she wanted a lot more of it. She also wanted more of him. She wanted to take him in completely, but he was so big that she knew she'd never be able to comfortably fit all of him into her mouth. Knowing he needed more, she reluctantly released him, pausing to once again swirl her tongue around his tip. As she released him, Mulder couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe that his enigmatic, yet utterly professional partner, had just had her mouth around his engorged penis, and now, he wanted to return the favour. He wanted to reach up and taste her breasts, sample their exquisite texture, before delving lower to sample the flavour of her inner core. Sensing what was on his mind, Scully reached down to unbutton her pants. Before she could complete her task however, Mulder reached out a hand to stop her. "My turn," he exclaimed, before moving out from under her to kneel in front of her. He placed his hands on her waist, taking in the silky texture of her skin, before moving one hand slowly over her hips, down her thighs, then up again to rest squarely between her legs as he cupped her over the material of her pants. Scully let out a groan as his hand cupped her, his fingers rubbing the material over her crotch. With his other hand, he reached up to cup her right breast, as he lowered his head to suckle her left one. All thought left his brain as he sampled her. He couldn't get enough of the feel of her breast under his hand as he cupped it, teasing the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Nor could he get enough of her taste on his tongue as he flicked over her right nipple, teasing it, sucking it, enjoying her musky flavour as he attempted to satisfy his oral fixation. As he teased her breasts and crotch, Scully began to moan in arousal. She had no thoughts left in her mind whatsoever, except that she never wanted him to stop. In fact she wanted a whole lot more than this. She wanted to tear the remaining barrier of her clothes from her body, so as to actually feel him inside her. Struggling to be closer to him, she began moving her hips into his hand, urging him to at least enter her through the material. Developing a rhythm, she attempted to guide his fingers in then out of her, simulating the movements of lovemaking. Sensing her need for more, he released her breasts, moving back to gently lower her pants down her legs, carefully avoiding her sunburn. As he divested her of her panties, he stopped for a moment to admire her nakedness. She was so beautiful, he thought to himself, from her perfect breasts, to the curly hair between her legs. Of the few women he'd been with, and of all the movies he'd seen, he had never seen a woman as beautiful and attractive as Dana Scully. He knew then and there, that if he didn't already know he loved this woman, he would now. "You're beautiful Scully," he told her softly, still unable to move from the sight of her. "Really?" She asked him, his words making her feel shy. She knew the type of movies he watched, and the type of bodies those women had. She also knew she didn't come close to looking like one of those bimbos. "I never thought I'd measure up to your standards Mulder." "How can you say that?" He asked, surprised she thought so little of herself. "You're gorgeous," he exclaimed, before embracing her gently. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he mumbled into her neck, tasting her softness. "Just beautiful." "Mmmm," she mumbled in response, sliding her hands downwards. As he began kissing her neck and shoulder, all coherent thought left her body. She knew of nothing else but his tongue as it once again reached for her breast, or his hand as it made its way back between her legs, this time without the added barrier of clothing. He slowly entered her with one finger, surprised to find how slick and wet she was, yet at the same time unbelievably tight. He loved the mewling noise she started to make as he began to move his finger slowly, examining his surroundings. Widening her gently, he inserted yet another finger, beginning a rhythm to match her previous one. As his fingers began to move slowly in and out of her, Scully spread her knees to better accommodate him, once again moving her hips to meet his hand. She was surprised at the effect his fingers were having on her body. She wanted him so badly she was beginning to ache from it. He loved watching her face as she responded to his caresses, still finding it hard to comprehend that he was the one she was responding to. It still wasn't enough however. He wanted to taste her, to feel her response on his tongue as she came for him. Mindful of her sunburn, he released her momentarily so as to situate himself under her. "Mulder, what are you doing?" She asked, missing his touch already. "You'll see," he replied mysteriously as he leaned back and moved her up to straddle his face. When she was in perfect position, he grabbed her ass and placed her moist nether lips to his mouth. "Oh," was all she could say as he began to taste her. He moved his tongue slowly around her, licking up all the excess moisture, before actually entering her. She began to moan slowly as his movements intensified. Not only was his tongue now causing havoc, but his fingers had also decided to join the fun. He was expertly playing her body so that she herself no longer had any control. She was so close now, she could almost feel it. Only she didn't want it like this. She wanted their first time to be together, all of him inside her, not just part of him. "Mulder," she struggled to whisper. "All of you..." she finished, surprised to get even that much out. Understanding her meaning, he slowly ceased his movements, easing away from her. Once free, she quickly moved down to straddle him, kissing his tip one more time before guiding him inside her. As their bodies met for the first time, they both gasped at the rightness of it. They fit together perfectly, as if they were made for each other. He reached deep into her core, while she encircled him so tightly he could hardly breathe. Neither could move, both wanting to savour the rightness of the moment. Eyes meeting in unison, they both realised they should have done this a long time ago, that they would always belong to one another, past, present, and future. With that common thought, they began to move, not wanting to postpone the inevitable any longer. Their bodies started a rhythm that was both learned and instinctive. Moving together then apart as if their bodies had done this a thousand times before. She loved the feel of him inside her, moving in and out as she guided him. Their movements were bringing her so close to the edge, that the room began to spin, and she knew that if she didn't come soon she would possibly black out. Mulder felt the same way. Moving up to meet her, then withdrawing backwards was quickly bringing him towards the edge. He just had one thought on his mind; 'they had to come together, he had to wait for her.' He just hoped she'd come soon, because if he didn't let go fast, he was sure he'd pass out. Wanting to gauge her composure, he finally managed to open his eyes to look at her. He was surprised to see how close she was, and also how wild. She looked like she was about to explode like an armoured cannon, and she'd never looked more beautiful to him. Unable to resist, he reached up and brought her lips down to meet his, absorbing her screams as she finally joined him in climax. As they came together, he entered her mouth with his tongue, wanting to be completely fused to her. He simulated their bodies' movements as he released himself into her, absorbing her essence as she absorbed his. Finally they let go, releasing all the energy that had been building up between them in their five year partnership. When it was all over, Scully simply collapsed on top of him, too tired to even let him slip out of her. In fact, she wouldn't mind letting him stay inside her forever, if that was at all possible. She just wasn't ready to let go of their contact just yet. He too was content to just hold her, keeping their bodies joined as they fell asleep. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx When she awoke, it was to find herself still joined to Mulder. In fact, over the course of the night he'd actually become hard again, and she was finding it very difficult to remain still. "Mulder," she whispered against his lips. "I love you," she continued before kissing him. He was really awake now. Hearing those words from her while she surrounded him was just to much to resist. Opening his mouth to accommodate her tongue, he began moving inside her, filling her to his hilt, before withdrawing to once again start his movements. This time as they came it was less violent, but just as powerful. As she again collapsed against him, he mirrored her word's to him earlier. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her softly before withdrawing from her body. "Mmm," was all she could say as she snuggled up against him. Her mind still trying to comprehend what they'd just done. Realising she'd just made love with her partner, just woken up to find him already hard inside her. It was enough to make the mind boggle, but for some strange reason it just felt right to her. It felt as if they should have been doing this for years. Watching her as she snuggled up to him, he couldn't help but be surprised at the extent of his love for this woman. She meant everything to him, and without her he wasn't sure if he'd have lasted this long. "I love you Scully," he repeated. "I meant that. I'm not just saying that because of what just happened." "I know. I feel the same way," she replied into his chest, unable to get enough of his taste. "I love you," she enunciated with a kiss to his peck. "I guess I always have." With those words, he realised that no matter what the future might hold for them. No matter what happened with the X-Files, their complete togetherness would forever keep them strong enough to face all obstacles. --------------- End of part 2/2 --------------- What did you think. I live and breathe for feedback. Just hit reply, or send to: s1163553@morpheus.student.gu.edu.au All comments will be replied to as soon as possible. Flames on the other hand will be used to ignite my NOROMO Defense Gun.1163553@morpheus.student.gu.edu. Sun.IrenaTEXTMACATEXTMACA|D Much Sun (1/2) AUTHOR: Irena RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: MSR Vignette KEYWORDS: MULDER/SCULLY ROMANCE --> SEX/SMUT SPOILERS: Nothin