Chapter 5

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Scully sat still and quiet for a moment, so small in her big bed.
When she looked up she was still shiny eyed but it was like wet
steel instead of deep soft waters. She pulled herself free from
the covers and got up to stand stiff and straight in front of him.

"Mulder, I think we need to talk about this..."

If there are any words that a man wants to hear less from a woman,
I couldn't think what they would be. I pitied him.

She looked back down. That sudden strength was gone. "Mulder, I
don't want you to feel you have to do anything to...comfort me...I'm
fine...I mean, I know you would do anything for me, anything you
thought I needed..."

She went on. "And I'm not saying...I know you have feelings for me
Mulder." This came out in a rush. He blushed like a schoolboy
caught writing a girl's name on his binder.

"But I think those feelings are jumbled up with feelings for your
sister. I've noted that I'm roughly the same age as Sam. I'm
small, this all feeds into your need to relive the experience with
your sister, make it right this time..." She was getting stronger,
as though she had found her stride. Hey, wait a minute, what was
she suggesting about his feelings for his sister!?

"The thing is...If you've sensed a need in me...don't feel as though
you have to do me any favors. I mean, I know I'm not your type..."
She was back to staring at her hands.

What did that mean?

She seemed to read my mind. "I'm just a basic ordinary woman with
all of her original parts the size they developed at twelve. I
know you like something different...enhanced, larger...perhaps more
size compatible..." She looked at him and tried to smile but it
didn't really work.

He looked immobilized and stunned.

She had to look away again for the next part. "And I know you have
special needs..."

Special needs? It made it sound as though he had been kept
separate from the other children. Wait a minute, he I think I saw
he had been...

She flung her head back and looked him square in the eye. "I'm not
like that. I like just plain ordinary sex. A man and woman and
their compatible genitalia. No props, no extra players, no
oversized body parts..." She lost her nerve and dropped her glance
again.

I could tell he was seeing red and it wasn't just the damp, curly
halo of hair around her hung head. He was furious. He was having a
flashback to the Junior High debating team, madly shuffling
through his 3X5-inch index cards trying to figure out where to
start his rebuttal, I was sure. How dare she judge him like this!
She didn't know my...needs...she didn't know what went on in my mind...

I watched his huge hands reach down and grip her the back of her
thighs under her buttocks. He lifted her up and slammed her tight
against his chest and looked into her shocked eyes for only the
briefest of moments before he started kissing her with all his
strength. As a rebuttal it may not be sophisticated but it
appeared to be effective.

Mulder pulled free from her mouth and grumbled against her neck as
he sucked and chewed it. "That's better, one problem solved, the
height difference..."

Scully seemed to be letting the waves of sensation lap at her hot
body and rested against him, licking up curve of his ear to the
elfin point. His mouth suddenly returned and she plunged wildly
back down into its dark depths.

He was trying to rub his hard cock against her crotch, but when
she was kissing him, her hips were somewhere around his sternum.
His hips bucked up ineffectively.

He was frustrated; I could hear it in his gasps against her mouth.

He lowered her back to the floor and she was grumbling herself. He
stepped back and stared at her. "I don't want to hurt you," he
said.

She reached out with a hand. "You hurt me when you step away."
That was probably the most intimate thing she had ever said to him
and of course, he didn't notice.

"I mean, I don't want to hurt you, you're so damn small, I mean..."
He let his words run down.

She rocked back on her heels and spoke slowly. "Well, I've found
in my experience, and my experience has been always with...big men..."
She let her eyes sweep down to his bulge in his sweatpants. He
looked sad already. No Mulder, I don't think she's coming to you a
vestal virgin. "...That as long as we do a lot of foreplay, I
receive a lot of oral sex first, have at least one or two orgasms
to loosen me up and then I get to be on top, everything turns out
ok."

He actually took her seriously. He nodded like an obedient dog.
"Ok, that sounds like it might work...but Scully...I just think we
should wait anyway...take things slow...work at it, when you're healed
up of course, take some time, get to know each other..."

She turned her back on him. "Yah, that's it. Well, I'm going to
sleep now, suddenly I'm very tired."

He rushed forward to help her into bed, sickening in his eagerness
to remove her from the situation. After he tucked the bedding
under her set and angry chin he turned to escape the room. She
bellowed at him. "Where the hell are you going?"

"Out there to sleep on the couch." He motioned vaguely at the
doorway.

"You can't fit on that damn couch, get into this bed," she ordered
him.

He hesitated so she went on, low and silky. "I thought we just
went over this. First you're going to ask my mother for permission
to court me, then you're going to start slipping notes across the
desk at me with little X's and...X's under your name...in other words,
ain't nothin' gonna happen in this bed tonight. You're tired, I'm
tired...Get in here so you're not the disabled one in the morning."

 

Was she making fun of him? But she did have a point. If he could
slip a Vicodin into her and knock her out, he would be able to lay
there beside her and...rest. I knew he wasn't going to sleep. He was
never going to sleep again. Because when he and I closed our eyes
we would have the image of his face buried between her legs, in
the odd improbable situation of being underwater, so that her red
hair swirled in the waves, like it had in the tub, swirling around
his head. He dove under the covers on the night table side of the
bed.

"Let me get you your pill." He fumbled for the glass of water he
had set up and the pill bottle.

"I don't want to have a pill, I think they are having a depressive
effect on me," she stated in a cold tone. "Good night Mulder
and...thank you for everything." She sounded singularly ungracious.

I watched him carefully arranged the thick duvet in a tent over
his hips. "You're welcome, Scully, and good night."

She was dozing fitfully in the dark room. I could tell her shoulder
had started to throb with a hot pain, waking her. I ached to go over
to her apartment and help her.

Mulder lightly snored beside her. He seemed to be sleeping like the dead.

I watched her push herself up on her right arm. The left arm must have screamed in protest when she tried to lift it higher than a few inches to reach over Mulder's body. She winced in pain and lay across him to reach with the right arm...

She had to wiggle a bit to get closer to the table...

A hot breath puffed in her ear. "Scully, what're you doing?" It was an amused voice. A voice that suggested perhaps she was trying to seduce him. Well, he could forget it, I knew she would never, ever do that again. He should be so lucky.

"I'm trying to get a pain pill," she muttered.

"Why didn't you wake me?" the husky voice in the dark asked.

"I didn't want to disturb you." This sounded kind of shaky.

"Well, you have. You've disturbed me a lot." His mouth was very close to her ear now. She was refusing to turn her head and look because then their mouths would be within inches of each other...that's my girl!

"I'm truly sorry." I knew she was. I knew she just wanted to slip into a drug-induced coma and forget all about him.

"Scully, uh, are you going to move?" He sounded amused.

She started to wiggle again, mad as hell, but couldn't keep herself from groaning in pain. He grabbed her around the hips to stop her. "Scullee..."

She was being lifted weightlessly into the air and settled down on his chest, a leg resting on either side of his torso.

"Are you going to admit to me now that you've secretly been a member of the Ice Capades all along?" She said with a dead pan expression.

"Yah, Olga, care to try the death spiral?" He sounded like he was the one taking the painkillers, slurred and distant. He laughed suddenly, an oddly joyous sound.

She sat up on her knees. She looked down at him coolly for a moment. Now she was going to devastate him. She was just choosing her weapon. No! No! Not the kiss!

Mulder met her halfway when he craned his head up and captured her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth before she could protest. We all lost track of time. She just stayed draped on top of him, kissing and kissing him. I could see their tongues intertwined and pushing at their cheeks. She finally let go of his mouth to allow him to catch his breath.

"Scully, like I said before, I don't think..." he gasped, embarrassed.

"I know, I know," she conceded. She gave him a sly smile. "Perhaps we could just pet a while... haven't you heard about Catholic girls, Mulder? We weren't supposed to give out, so we got lots of practice petting." She ran her hands over his tee shirt, grasping the hard mounds of his pectorals through the soft material. She pushed back her hips and rubbed his hard-on lightly.

He bucked up with a proper enthusiasm but then started flaying his arms in protest. "Scullee, stop that! Not that I don't like it. It's just that we need to stop, you need to get your rest..."

"Can you go back to sleep?" she asked.

"Nooo..." he mumbled.

"I can't either...so shut up and kiss me." I liked her attitude and was a little ashamed.

Mulder put a hand over the mouth that was lunging down at him. "Uh, let's think about this."

Those red brows raised.

"I mean, I want to, I really do...but I don't want to hurt you...so maybe we can just stick with something that doesn't take very much motion." He looked up into her velvet eyes nervously. "It could be part of us getting to know each other. Exploring so to speak, exploring each others depths..."

Poor choice of words. She bit the back of his hand lightly. He let go of her mouth but stayed tense and ready to move again.

She nodded with a curt motion as though she was agreeing to let him interrogate the perp first.

He pulled his knees up and pushed her shoulders back slowly so she rested on the hard cushion of his thighs. She watched him with all the seriousness reserved for examining a murder victim as he began to slowly unbutton her pajama top.

The buttons were large and seemed to be almost impossible for his fumbling fingers to manipulate. Finally he was finished and he brushed the soft flannel back.

They sat there together for what seemed like hours as Mulder slowly moved his palms over the silky surface of her stomach. Scully slipped her hands under his tee shirt and I watched her fingers burrow under the material like inquisitive gophers.

He pushed the top's edges away. Her breasts hung in front of his face, one pale and pink, one mottled purple.

He must not have been able to help himself, again. "Ah, Scullee..."

"It'll go away, like all my pain, I know you can make it go away."

"I don't know Scully, I can only remember the ways I've hurt you."

"Sometimes you really piss me off, Mulder...so how about this Mulder, today will be the first day of the rest of our lives." Her look bore down into him with the pain of staring into the sun.

"Hello, my name is Fox Mulder and I'm addicted to Dana Scully, how I'm doin' so far?" He looked as though he wanted to cry.

She gave him a sudden grin that caused his hard-on to twitch. With her special low sexy voice, the one I was just beginning to recognize, she said, "Shall we start the twelve step program?"

I heard him...giggle. God, what a girlie giggle. He pushed himself up on his elbow and gently licked the tip of her pink nipple. She sat still and watched him. He let the hard tip of his tongue wander lightly over the surface of her firm breast.

Her right arm moved behind her back. He was distracted and must not have realized what she was doing until he felt her fingers snaking under the waistband of his sweatpants. She gently lifted the material up and over his erection.

"Now, where's the Flukeman?" she murmured. What the hell does that mean?

She was slowly traced those cold long fingernails of hers around and around his hard damp cock. She didn't turn to see it; she must have a good memory.

He gasped as the cool air hit his hot sensitive skin. We both waited for her firm grasp but it didn't come. He must want it so badly, so badly he took it out on her neck, grabbing the side of the slim column with his teeth and sucking until she growled.

Her hand remained slow and steady. Damn that woman had control!

Her technique seemed to be working. He had tried to fight back with the assault on her neck but now he had fallen back and was just aimlessly squeezing her waist and gurgling in the back of his throat, his eyes wide and white rimmed like a panicked horse.

She sucked her lower lip into her mouth as though concentrating on a tough question. Her thumb found the head of his penis and rubbed it very lightly and then scrapped the tip of her nail across it.

"Oh dear..." was all he could garble out with a high voice. He sounded like a little old lady.

I wondered if she got off on this kind of power. Her technique seemed slightly tentative as though she was doing it for the first time. Had it only been in the theory stage for a number of years? The trials seemed to be going very well. Would she be looking for other test subjects?

Mulder had to do something for her. There she was up there, doing all the work and he was just lying under her like some sort of love slave master. Something reciprocal. Reciprocate. Reciprocate. I sweated those words out.

He was staring at her firm belly and traced the sway of her hips with his fingertips. Maybe she had something there with the light touch. He used his first two fingers on his right hand to pull back the waistband of the bottoms of her pajamas. God I loved that flannel. I was going to have to find a way to steal one of the pieces and take it home to sleep with as a Lovie.

He ran just the two fingers down the swell of her lower belly and then raised his hand slightly to let the nails rake through her pubic hair. The flesh would become softer and softer as he neared the crevice between her thighs.

He was getting to her, I could tell. Sure, she wasn't saying anything, just staring him down through slit lids, but she was panting lightly like she was pushing back some unknown terror. He was going to make her afraid of the dark before he was done.

Firm, then unspeakably soft and silky, like plunging his hand into a peach...she was raising herself up on her knees to give him better access, with a soft sigh. She pulled her hand away from his cock to support herself on his knee and arched her back to tilt her hips.

He began to pump his hips slightly to rub his penis on her flannel encased back...and then somehow slipped it under the cloth in the same way his two fingers were touching her center, with the light touch of a ghost.

I wondered if his penis was rubbing the spot where her tattoo I had seen in the police photo was...that circle...that hole into her soul...

He gently probed the entrance to her vagina, dampening his index finger and then sliding it back up to roll her clit around like a soft ball of clay.

His finger wandered back down and I heard her suck in her breath.

As he slipped the finger in she gasped, "Yes, yes, that's just what I want..."

His finger was like a curious eel, searching every ridge and surface inside her dark depths. She reached back and slid her palm up and down the exposed underside of his cock, pressing it further into her back.

He had slipped the index finger out, and she moaned in dismay but then he earned her groan of approval when he gently pushed his middle finger back in with the first finger.

The first shuddering sigh came out of her.

She gazed down on him. His mouth hung open in an almost humorous expression of befuddlement. Sweat had twisted his hair into a wild nest. Tears creased down the sides of his face. All the muscles of his chest and arms twitched with the effort to control himself.

I leaned so close to the screen my breath fogged the glass. I couldn't believe it when I heard her voice, clear and authoritative. "Mulder, stop!"

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