From: Ten Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 17:49:22 +1000 Subject: "The Trojan War II: Victory Is Ours" (1/1) by Ten TITLE: "The Trojan War II: Victory is Ours" (1/1) BY: Ten E-MAIL ADDRESS: kristena@ocean.com.au CATEGORY: V, MSR, H, aftereffects of MT, fluff - I guess! RATING: High R for consensual sexual activity. Most of the description is in innuendo, so it's probably doesn't qualify as NC-17, but if you're underage or this isn't your thing, bail now. This is the sequel to the PG-13 "The Trojans" and I advise that you read that one first to make full sense of this. SUMMARY: The events of "Pine Bluff Variant" made Mulder and Scully declare their love, and now they're acting on it. TIMESPAN/SPOILER WARNING: 'Pine Bluff Variant'. EXPLANATION/RAMBLINGS/DEDICATION: Well, Suzanne, my dear med contact, when I asked what story you wanted me to write for you as a thank you and birthday present, you were quite specific. It HAD to be "Pine Bluff Variant" and you wanted some ACTION of the bedroom kind. I did already have three pages of a planned PBV story sitting around, and this was a perfect push to finish it off... Only trouble was, I'd pictured it as a PG-13. So here's my solution. Happy Birthday, Suzanne, thanks a heap, and, as discussed, if my mother ever finds out about this, I will disavow and point her squarely in YOUR direction. I know you're used to dealing with hurricanes, but I figure you'll have about five minutes to make yourself scarce once she parts the ocean and heads your way. Will try to warn you! ARCHIVE INFO: It goes to Gossamer through xff. Can be archived anywhere as long as my name, addy and disclaimer stay intact. FEEDBACK: Love it. Brings joy to my world. My website for all my X-Files fanfiction, thanks to the wonderful Skyfox, is at: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Keep/1351 DISCLAIMER: The X-Files, the episodes referred to, Mulder and Scully and all other characters from the show belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting, and are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended, no profit will be gained. Characters not recognised from the show are mine. The X-Files: "The Trojan War II: Victory is Ours" (1/1) By Ten, March - July 1999 The steel pins had been removed from Mulder's hand. He was still in a velcro brace for the next week or so, though providing he was careful, he didn't have to keep it on all the time. The injury was healing well and the course of antibiotics had been completed. He still couldn't believe that the breaking of one finger could lead to all that drama - namely infection, surgery, pins and now occupational therapy. "Little things can lead to big things," I reminded him, as we sat together on my sofa, watching TV. I was on his right side, pressed up against him, arm around his front. Mulder's right arm was around my shoulder, his left arm propped up on cushions beside him. It felt very comfortable and very right to be this way. The same with him sleeping in my arms at night. We hadn't...well, we hadn't gone all the way yet. But the time would come. Adjusting to this new phase had been absorbing enough without such distraction... Though there were times when I burned to be distracted. We just watched TV and vegged out, dressed for bed. Comfortable in silence, just like at work. But better; more depth. Not as many misunderstandings and buildup of problems. We had been talking a lot - haltingly at times, but getting better at it. As Mulder said not long ago: "Once you fall in love, that's not the end of it. There are all these walls you encounter, and you can either go 'That's it, we're finished' or push through and realise that this is so much better." We're trying to live by that motto. I've had enough of hiding behind walls the size of Troy. Mulder went to the kitchen for a drink, and when he came back, he didn't put his arm around me again. Instead he just sat there, watching TV, sprawled. Then I felt the hand on my knee. A hand that had intent, because it found the folds of my robe and slid between them. It rubbed up and down my inner thigh as I watched, mesmerised by those beautiful long fingers sliding up and down the silk. No coyness. It was time for this wall to come down. I looked at Mulder. No words were spoken. I shifted and leaned my body back and opened my legs in invitation to his right hand. He accepted and touched me through the silk. Rubbing. Friction. I pulled my pyjama pants down enough to give him access, and he took it. His fingers were there, without any barriers. No silken wall, no denial, no Consortium or Bureau. Touching me. I bit my lip and moaned. Fingers danced over me. I was liquid. He was testing the pool, dipping his fingers in. Yes... I wanted the swimmer to enter the water. I wanted us to become one. I took his hand and gently pulled it away and kissed his lips to stop the question. I stood and pulled my pj bottoms right off and then crouched down to pull at his sweatpants. "Scully -" "Mulder, you may have a broken finger, but other important parts aren't broken." And as his sweatpants came off, there was the proof. "Hmmm, that looks like it could be very...handy..." His groan at my atrocious pun quickly dragged out into a totally different groan as I brought both of MY hands into play. I grinned. "Well, Mulder, in my professional opinion, this needs to be fixed; you're in pain." "Well, if you keep pulling it around like that..." He was sucking air in big gasps. I was enjoying this. "We need to get the swelling down." He gave me a look. "If this involves an ice pack -" "Not at all. Immersion therapy." Though perhaps ice did have something to do with it. In some ways I was ice. I had been still for so long. Contained. Constricted. Yes, Ice Queen, even. I wanted to flow. I was becoming fluid under his touch and through touching him. Thawing at a remarkable rate. Soon two were one and the swimmer was in the water. He was hard and with every stroke he melted me more and more. There was bound to be some scientific principle behind such a contradiction, but who cared? I was straddling him and he was pressed into the sofa and he was pressed into me and this was how it always should be - God! - and always would be from now on. "I'm melting..." I moaned, not caring if I sounded like the wicked witch. My partner let out a noise that indicated to me that he wouldn't notice if a house fell on us at that moment. I was melting. Mulder was in me, travelling through me with his powerful strokes, parting the water that had been so still for so long, creating ripples and currents and waves. My hands were on both sides of his face. I enfolded him, I surrounded him, cradling and supporting him. Caressing every inch. Moving with him. He could not swim without me, I could not flow without him. I could feel his muscles working, pushing, propelling. aliens don't exist, science doesn't exist, sweet God, nothing exists but him in me and it's all I can feel and it's all I am and he is me and I'm on fire I'm burning and I've bitten his shoulder but I don't think he's noticed and why the hell am I noticing when... I could feel his arm wrapped around me, and he wasn't broken, oh no, not at all. *If it rains sleeping bags, you may get lucky,* I told Mulder once. Hell, *I* was getting lucky. Sleeping bags were thudding and thudding in my brain and in my body - thudding down and thudding up and I really liked the UP and I wished they'd rained before but they were now so I forgave them for being tardy and it's raining it's pouring it's ANYTHING but boring - Rain. Monsoon. Gathering. Building. Surging. So close... I am the Nile, buckling against the constraint of the Aswan Dam. I want inundation, I am in flood. Sweat is pouring off me in channels, inside and out. No one can stop this. Past or present. They were all fools to try. This is the way it was meant to be. I can hear the ancient women chanting actually, that's me chanting, over and over, breathlessly melting molten The water is boiling. The water is molten. I am lava, a torrent that is scorching along, a river of fire where's the waterfall? when people are tumbling helplessly downriver, there's always a waterfall there it is - I hear it roaring actually, that's Mulder roaring we are swept over the waterfall and I don't know if we're falling or flying - the walls of Troy and the Aswan Dam come crashing down, and a thousand ships of light are launched... look out Egypt and Troy and universe - HERE WE COME! I came to collapsed against Mulder. He was still trapped between me and the sofa. His t-shirt and my pj top were stuck together from the sweat. His good hand was up over my back, holding me to him, keeping me from falling, hand stroking the back of my neck. Mulder was right. This was SO much better! "Are there any survivors?" I croaked out. Eyes closed, Mulder gave a noise which I interpreted to mean that he still felt like he'd drowned, but had gone a happy man, and normal viewing would be returned as soon as humanly possible. Normal for Mulder, anyway. We sat there. It may have been seconds, perhaps three lifetimes. I think my screams had ingrained themselves into the walls. We'd probably imprinted the shape of Mulder's back and rear and my knees into the sofa for good. Mulder shifted and raised his head. We looked at each other and he stroked my cheek and stroked my hair back out of my eyes. Our physical arousal may have been sated - for now - but we were very emotionally aroused still. So we made love again with our gazes. "What on earth was that for?" His voice was a hoarse whisper. "Little things lead to big things. And I had to get that swelling down, didn't I? It was a medical emergency." He bit down on a laugh as he tried to look offended. "I guess you CAN beat me with one hand tied behind my back..." "Well, you certainly didn't need a wedge cushion to keep it up!" A few minutes later we were lying on the sofa, holding, content. "And what if the malady rears its head again?" Mulder asked. "Will you put it out of its misery?" "I'll administer one of the various remedies to bring relief at any time you find you have that problem again. Well, I know that your right hand isn't broken, but I can pick up the slack." Damn, I was so close to cracking him up, but he controlled himself. "There won't be any slack! I was counting on quite a few relapses..." "That is why we bought the twelve pack, isn't it?" I smirked as I spoke. He looked very serious all of a sudden. I asked him what was wrong. Was he upset because I'd made this first time about us instead of just about me? Or because I'd had to both apply the condom - which was a sensual enough task - and also remove it as well. But that hadn't killed our moods - so I had thought, anyway... Unless the whole use/don't use discussion had stirred up more ghosts from our pasts. Mulder had been worried that any alterations to his blood from the retrovirus and black cancer exposures may be a danger to me, so until we knew for sure, it was best to be safe. "I wanted... I always pictured it - us - happening with...with me being able to touch you with both hands. I could have waited for us - I just wanted you to -" After all that worry, it was something simple instead of complicated. With Mulder, that figures. "And soon you'll be able to use both hands," I reminded him. "But that was wonderful - I wouldn't change anything about it. And when you do get this brace off for good, we'll be able to appreciate what we've got more than anyone else does. Also, as you have seen, you may have one hand, but I have two good ones you can borrow." "Hmmmm..." Mulder considered this thoughtfully. He managed to unbutton my pj top one-handed and peel it away from my breasts, studying them intently. "Speaking of two good ones - I don't think I've made the acquaintance of these wonders of the world yet..." His look sent a surge through my centre. Oh, take the grand tour, please! But I managed to keep my voice steady. "Well, we've tested your hand and your manhood, perhaps it's time to try out your mouth and tongue..." He placed a soft kiss on my right breast, then my left. Then his tongue began its magic... Ah yesssssss. The swimmer had to be good at breaststroke, right? "I'm going to catalogue every inch of you," he vowed. With the best will in the world, that's just what he started to do, but little things quickly led to big again and before we knew it, we were completely naked and going at it again. We were on our sides and this time I was the one pressed up against the back of the sofa, my leg thrown over the top of his and I hoped his right hand was okay - it was balanced on my hip, so it should be out of the way, and I was glad the steel pins had been removed because I only wanted to be poked by one thing, but that thing can be compared to steel in its own way, oh God YES! - but then nothing else mattered except orgasm. And there was orgasm. Somewhere in the background I could hear inevitability singing. Mulder said something, but I couldn't hear it. Smile and nod, just smile and nod. Mulder rolled us over so I was on top of him. My rear provided a cushion for his hand. My drifting gaze slowly came back into focus, and I saw the packet on the coffee table where we had thrown it. And then the brand name, which I hadn't thought about when I plucked them off the shelf while shopping last week. This was priceless. I burst out laughing. Mulder stared. "Private joke," I managed to gasp out eventually. "How private?" Before I descended into peals of laughter again, I managed to get one sentence out. I'd explain it all to him later. "Let's just say I picked out the right shield to match your spear, my Trojan warrior." THE END.