From: James S Date: Fri, 7 Aug 1998 23:59:37 +1000 (EST) Subject: Unstung TITLE: Unstung AUTHOR: James S E-MAIL: sn00pyyyyyyy@hotmail.com DATE WRITTEN: August 7th 1998 SPOILERS: None. RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: SR- Mulder/Scully romance DESCRIPTION: The alternate movie script. (erotic) ARCHIVE: Anywhere, but with attribution and please notify me. DISCLAIMER: Sexually explicit. DEDICATION: To Laura, because sometimes people have to go. AUTHOR'S NOTE: You need to have seen the movie to understand what motivated this. The hallway was narrow and half-lit. The weight of Scully's decision bore down on Mulder like the death of a loved one. After all these years, they had finally succeeded in driving a wedge between the only two people who could ever hope to explain the seemingly unexplainable. But something else was making his pulse race; he wasn't sure quite what. It sat in the deepest part of his mind and tried to make itself heard. This could be the last time he would ever see her. She was no longer his partner. She was just a civilian doctor standing in front of him under the dim civilian hall light. Her fine halo of red hair caught the light and radiated. Just a gorgeous, sweet, angelically beautiful civilian doctor who'd saved his life on countless occasions, who he'd come to know like no-one else. Except in one crucial way. Their eyes were locked onto each other, a channel along which a thousand feelings were being sent: After all this time, how could she do this to me? -- I know it hurts him, but how can I make him understand? Scully absorbed his hurt expression, which didn't look very different from any of his other expressions. Her eyes sent him warmth and compassion, and tenderness. Suddenly, something about her made him totally aware what it was he was really feeling. It was something he'd known, sort of, all along. A surge of courage went through his body. From being hurt and dismayed, he went to being completely taken by her, fallen hard. He wanted urgently to convey this to her, and looked deeper into her eyes. He needed more than a professional relationship, and this was their last chance. Scully, usually sensitive to Mulder's subtle changes of expression, missed this one entirely: his face still didn't look any different. And she didn't think to look anywhere else. His pulse raced faster and faster, the danger of rejection becoming more and more distant to him with every moment she held his gaze. The thought did flash through her mind a few times, but Scully had no idea that Mulder was so close to taking what she'd almost given up waiting to give. He moved closer to her, and she was suddenly confused. What was he doing? Her gaze darted away as things fell together in her head, then slowly back. They stood together in the hallway, Scully closed her eyes and edged closer -- but Mulder grabbed her violently by the shoulder and flung her around to face the other way, pinching her neck painfully in the process. With no time even to absorb what had just happened, she turned back, a look of blank dismay on her face. She wanted to cry. Her blurry eyes slowly brought Mulder into focus and saw him clutching something between his thumb and index finger. Immediately, she knew he had saved her life. Dropping the bee, Mulder ground it into the floor with his shiny black, regulation FBI shoe and pulled Scully back into the apartment. "Mulder, I can't believe it." "You never can." He helped her out of her black trench coat and checked it for more insects. Standing by the window, her profile was outlined against the street-lights by the single rain-splashed window and its masking-tape cross. She turned and grabbed him, still shaken by the experience, and pressed her full lips against his. Her gentle kiss lasted for what seemed like years, she couldn't quite convince herself that it was actually happening. She was alive. No bees. No knocks on the door. No helicopter search-lights, no sniper fire. Still not quite believing this was real, Scully felt the heat build up between them and soon forgot where she was or what she was doing. Mulder was devouring her, his tongue penetrating her mouth, tangled in her breath. His hand lost itself in her angelic red hair and soon found its way behind her where it grabbed greedily at her behind. Only now did Scully notice the bulge in Mulder's pants. Looking first at it, then at him, she took off her shirt and bra. "You look beautiful." Mulder had a way of stating the obvious. Taking his cue, he took her breast in his hand, feeling the soft, formless weight of it as he kissed it gently on top. His tongue ran its way down and circled the nipple. She, meanwhile, rubbed vigorously between his legs, reaching full speed as he kissed and then tongue-flicked her nipple. The motion of his tongue made her mind wander lower down, and the thought of what those circles would feel like elsewhere was too much to contain. Though Mulder was still fully dressed, she stripped down to her lacy black underwear and laid herself down on the bed. Mulder still stood by the door, looking awkward as always, while the half- naked Scully lay cupping her breasts. Stiff and motionless, he looked down at her then started to undress himself. Tie, white shirt, belt, shoes, socks and pants were thrown in a heap and he unhooked his underpants from the thick erection that threatened to escape. By this time, Scully's fingers had impatiently worked their way down to her underwear and both hands were pressing circles into her body, at the point where the curls of pubic hair started to thin and the dampness in her panties began. Kneeling onto the mattress, Mulder kissed her belly-button sweetly and pulled her grungy lace down her legs. "Come here," Scully beckoned. She lead him to her mouth and tongue-kissed him while her hand found his penis and stroked it up and down, pulling the skin towards her then back. Mulder could feel the excitement building inside him, her touch was so soft, so magic, he almost wanted to come in her hand but had to stop himself. He'd longed for this so much. All that porn he'd watched from behind his desk to relieve the desire, every actress transformed into Scully in his mind. And those expensive phone calls: "Let me call you Dana," he'd always tell them, his hand pumping until he filled an absent Scully with his love -- and always then the truth, and a handful of tissues, were out there and unavoidable. But there she was. His mind focussed back on the real Scully and he took her hand off his cock, kissing her arched body between her breasts, and then in a meandering course down to her thigh. He licked the crease between her thigh and torso, teasingly close to her now irresistible pussy. Licking the length of it quickly, he flashed past her clitoris. "Oooohhhhh..." was all the normally articulate Dana Scully could comment. Tracing out circles with his tongue, he returned to the centre of her pleasure. His tongue worked harder and faster and he kissed it each time he needed to swallow. Her hips were moving around and around and her whole world was now located at the point between Mulder's tongue and her clit. Time was flying past and as her breathing got deeper, she threw her head to the side and her hips became still. Her mind-blowing orgasm settled down into a warm glow and a new connection between herself and the man at her lap. Mindful suddenly of Fox, she looked down to see how he was doing. Though 15 minutes had past, he was still rock hard. "You know, I really enjoyed that, Scully." "It's Dana, Fox. Why the fuck can't you ever call me that?" They burst into laughter, grabbing each other stupidly -- falling naturally into their new relationship together. Seeing Mulder laugh was a new high for her, and as he chuckled with his hand on his cheek, it brought home to her how much things had changed in the last hour. Grabbing his dick now, she suddenly gave him her serious look and before he knew what was happening, her mouth was around his length, giving him a warmth and wetness he could hardly remember having felt before. It was hard to work out what she was doing, but her tongue must have been in six places at once, for all he could tell. Her mop of shining hair bobbed up and down in his lap, her hand thrusting just below her mouth. For the second time that afternoon, he thought he was going to explode and spray his hot, salty come down the back of her throat. He wanted to so much at that instant, but there was one thing he wanted more, and he held himself. Bending down to kiss her forehead, he touched her chin and made her look up. She had that same innocent "...and what do you think?" look on her face, but in a whole new context. He glanced down at her shock of dark pubic hair (she didn't dye everything) and they both knew what was coming next. The idea of it was just too much, all she could do was lie back and believe. On her back, she reached down to guide him, pulling him between her parted legs and taking him inside her saturated pussy. He wanted to start shallow at first, but she was so wet it made no difference: she grabbed his butt to push him in all the way. Deeper and closer, he thrusted into her. He could feel the texture of her vagina rippling past his moving cock. Ridges of her moist muscles tickled the head of his penis and he stared down at her; her eyes were wide with disbelief. It was all happening -- and for once, she was looking. Dana's knees were bent as she took the sweating Mulder faster and faster into her. She straightened them out and pointed her feet skywards, letting out a deep, animalistic moan -- partly instinctively, partly to let him know how close she was to climax. Understanding what he was doing to her, he found it almost impossible to believe. A world-wide quasi-governmental conspiracy to cooperate with a race of expansionist aliens planning to take over the world he could believe, but the foxy Agent Dana Scully beneath him, writhing her beautiful body around, her tits swaying to the rhythm of his fucking her -- this defied even his belief. Scully, however, was converted. The waves of pleasure had built up to the point where only a bullet could possibly stop what was going to happen next. She glanced quickly at the window but was drawn back to Mulder by the warmth that had now shot up through her spine and filled her ecstatic body completely. "Mulder, yes..." She managed to gasp just before orgasm swallowed her body entirely. Scully's contractions pushed Mulder over the edge and he came in violent spasms, adding more wet and moistness to her tender inside. They collapsed in each other's arms, and while the global conquest continued outside, they finally knew that the truth was really in there, in that apartment with them. **** Epilogue They awoke the next morning in each other's arms. Scully had a flight to catch, Mulder had aliens to chase and a life to keep living. For a man with one facial expression, she'd seen more feeling in Fox Mulder than in anyone else she'd known. The years of happiness they could have had was hitting them hard and as they stood in tears outside the airport departure gate, Scully about to go back to her old life, they knew it would be a long time before they saw each other again. Much later, thinking back, it made more sense. They had been happy that night, and nothing would ever take that away.