Chapter 6:

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Stop? Stop? The amazing part was, Mulder actually did stop. He
stopped with his fingers buried up to the knuckle, his hand sticky
with her juices and his thumb stilled on her clit. He stopped his
hips from their lazy pumping. She had trained him well.

"Is something wrong Scully?" His voice was so calm I wondered if
he hurt something in his brain with the effort.

"No, nothing is wrong, well, uh, Mulder, maybe you should remove
your hand, you're distracting me." She had taken her hand off of
his dick and was tugging lightly on his tense wrist.

He pulled his fingers out immediately and wiped his hand off on
his exposed stomach. She watched him do this and then ran her hand
over the damp and sticky hair, smoothing it back into its original
swirls.

She started slowly. "Do you think I'm being a cock tease, Mulder?"

This was one of those moments, I decided. One of those moments in
a relationship where a guy has to concentrate really hard on the
subtext and let the obvious answer wander away and grumble in the
corner.

It was amazing how easy it was for him. Maybe he did really love
her. "No Scully. Was that not enough, do you need something else?"

A few tears dropped off her eyelashes. That was one of the things
I had noticed about her, her ability to cry without crying. "No,
you were doing everything right, it's just...it's just not what I
want right now, right at this moment, at..." she turned her head
to squint at the clock. "...At 12:31 on this very special day. Do
you know why this is a special day, Mulder?"

"Because it's the first day of the rest of our lives."

She gave him a sweet reward of a smile. "Yah, and the first time,
the first time I want all of you. I want you to fill me...do you
know what I mean?"

"Yah, I know...I want you to fill me too..."

The one eyebrow went up.

"You know what I mean." He grinned. "We only have one first time."

She flopped over onto of him, breaking her fall with her one good
arm. "No pressure or anything Mulder."

"You're the one who started this, Scully." His voice sounded
chiding to me.

"So you are calling me a cock tease." Her voice became chilly.

How the hell had this happened? Now I remembered why I wasn't very
good at relationships. A .360 batting average was only good in
baseball. None of this was making any damn sense. I had a headache
and an ache in my...

"No, baby..." He sounded as though he was trying the word on for
size and from the look she shot him, probably should decide not to
try it again. "I understand. I just don't think you can stand the
stress of actual intercourse right now."

He went on in his best talking-the-madman-out-his-gun voice, low
and steady. "Scully, I think we should address this issue tomorrow
morning after we've both had some rest, and right now I think you
should take that pain pill as you originally intended."

Her glare could shatter a diamond. She pushed herself sitting
upright on his chest and his half-limp dick gave a hopeful hop.
"Then give me my pill and some water."

This must be a trick. She must be up to something. He dropped the
pill into her palm and then slowly gave her the glass of water.
Would she dump it on his head? No, she took a quick gulp of the
water and slapped the glass back in his hand. He lowered her back
onto the mattress. He really should get her a new pair of panties
and a new bottom for her pajamas, but I'm sure it was all he could
do to straighten the ones she had on. Last, he pulled the covers
back up under her chin, avoiding her glacial gaze. She lay
straight as a board beside him and staring at the ceiling. God,
how long will it take for that pill to take effect? He eased the
covers off his feet and swung off the bed.

Mulder was walking out the door, again.

"Goddammit, Mulder! Stop!" she growled. She tossed the covers
aside and stumbled after him.

He shuffled to a stop and just stood there with his back to her, head hanging. She reached up with her good hand and grabbed his shoulder and pushed down hard.

"Get down, now!" With a little squeak Mulder crashed to his knees, probably thinking all the wild thoughts I was thinking, like bunnies hopping madly across a meadow.

She came around to his front and looked down at him thoughtfully, pursing her little mouth. He had to stop looking at her lips, she would think he wasn't taking her seriously.

"I get tired of looking up at you all the time, Mulder, it gives me a cramp, a cramp I can't make go away, do you know what I mean Mulder?" she murmured.

Mulder bobbed his head up and down, unable to speak.

For once he had to look up to her but it wasn't too high to give HIM a pain. His eyes were level with the dimple at the base of her throat right about where her gold cross nestled. I watched him suck gently on his lower lip as he stared at the cross. Was he fantasizing about sucking on the piece of jewelry, probably breaking several commandments in the process?

He glanced up see the underside of her plump lower lip and then on up to her suddenly drowsy looking eyes, their heavy lids dipping to her soft cheeks. He should let her chew him out so she could go to sleep, she was obviously tired.

When he hadn't noticed, she had moved closer and as her suddenly ragged breaths went in and out, her breasts brushed his chest. He hadn't buttoned her top back up and all he had to do was push the two edges open...

This was going to be a leap. She was going to have to kiss him. He was apparently paralyzed. Perhaps he was too tired; she should let him go to sleep...

Just a good night kiss, soft as a mother's, a brush of the lips, another brush, soft as kissing her pillow when she was thirteen...prodding his mouth open with her tongue...reaching in and finding what she was looking for, caressing it, welcoming it into her mouth...the feeling of his hands under the top of her pajamas, smoothing and cooling her hot skin...

That voice, questioning, questioning, was he ever going to stop talking? "I thought we had decided to stop...I still don't think this is a good idea...what're you doing?"

"Well, Mulder I'm trying to get you to think with your little head," probably wasn't a Scully sort of comment, so she stayed silent and persistent. She shifted slightly and slowly rubbed his erection with her leg, chasing it as it skittered backwards away. He gave a glug sound and fell back on his heels.

She had him now. She moved one leg between his open knees and continued her assault.

He leaned his sweaty forehead against her breast bone panting, "Scul-ee..."

This was more like it. She lowered her shoulder letting the sleeve slide off of her good arm and moved slightly to the right so that his mouth was there, over her breast...would he get the idea?

Aye yes, there we go, we have lift off...Mulder began to work on her breast diligently and this distracted him enough to let her begin rubbing vigorously against his erection. He whimpered against her damp breast causing her nipple to be sucked further into his mouth.

She gave one strong pant and he was off of her, staring up at her, worried.

"For god's sake, Mulder, stop worrying about me! Do you want to do this or not!" I understood she was mad and horny but perhaps this wasn't the way to get a man to do your bidding.

He gave her the hurt little boy look. "I thought we had agreed that we would wait..."

She couldn't stop herself. "What the hell are you, my prom date? Do I have to pin you first?" That was a thought... she tried reason, like talking a crazy man down off a ledge. "Ok, I've done some thinking..."

He interrupted, "In the two minutes since we were on the bed?"

She went on. "I have very rapid thought processes when the situation warrants." She had managed to pull down her pants and panties and was in the process of stepping out of them. "Now, using my knowledge of physics I've found a solution to this logistical problem. Pull down your pants."

He looked at her, frightened.

She sighed and grabbed his shoulder with her good hand, leaned on it and shifted her weight onto right foot. She slipped her left foot under the waistband of his sweatpants and slid the sole of her foot up his rigid cock. He leaned back a little, apparently pinned down by her actions.

She had the waistband snagged on her heel. She pulled it out and over the tip of his penis. It sprung free and he let out a gasp of relief.

"I just, don't want to..." He garbled out.

She soothed him. "Don't worry, I'll be ok."

He wiggled out of his tee shirt and pulled her body against him gently, pulling her top around both of them.

One part of her must have felt cold and naked. She put a foot on each side of his thighs and opened herself slightly. I went faint. I swear I could smell the golden cloud of want that surrounded both of them.

Could she sense his cock pulsing up at her, naked and alone too? She must have because she bent her knees ever so slightly and let her slick lips come in contact with the head of his penis. She rotated her hips gently to lubricate them with their fluids.

"OhScullyohGodohScully," Mulder was chanting in her ear.

She paid him no mind. She was concentrating. His hips were bucking, trying to get into her and I wondered if she loved the thought of being chased, pursued by a creature with no worse intent than her pleasure.

"Where have I misplaced those schematics?" she mumbled drunkenly. I could tell her they weren't back in the boring old third dimension. They were in a crazy forth dimension of their own making, made up of pulsing heat rising off of his cock, the honey dripping from her, and the constant harsh moans from their throats. She waited until he had sat back down onto his heels in frustration. She sank with him, slipping down...oh yes, that's right, Tab A into slot B...she concentrated on being open, and receptive, receptive to this need they both had and she found herself able to take it all in. She wasn't closed off to extreme possibilities. She let her head loll back with that feeling of freedom that comes from standing at the bow of a sailing ship pressed back by the wind...

Mulder was grasping frantically behind him. What the hell was he doing? She had gotten them into this position, this incredible position, but he couldn't seem get any leverage. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I vaguely thought he was going to embarrass himself in the next few minutes. What the hell, so was I.

He had been reaching for the footboard of her bed. He got a good grip with both hands behind him on the wood. He got his feet under him. His personal trainer would be proud of his form in the dip position. "Upsy daisy." He said with a grunt.

He was rewarded with a look of sleepy surprise in Scully's eyes. He was pinned under her hot blue gaze. He was going to go blind from looking into her eyes. It was like looking at a welder's arc.

She shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet so that he wasn't supporting both of them. Not that he couldn't have at this moment; he could do anything right now. He was plugged into the ultimate power source.

She smiled slowly and rolled her head back, showing him the underside of her chin and lips and the sweep of her eyelashes, and then she pinned him under that intense gaze again. I had the image of icebergs calving off of a cerulean glacier. His arms were shaking from being frozen in position. She shifted the angle of her hips forward and planted her feet squarely on the ground.

She tensed around him like a velvet fist and he lost it. He sucked a breath in and started pumping up madly. She met his intensity, grinding down on his pelvis. She shifted from foot to foot, twisting on his cock.

"SweetMaryMotherOfGod...forgive me...for I have sinned..." she moaned over and over again. The forth dimension was now stretched out to cover his torso, glistening gold with sweat, his straining arms lifting and dropping them, his face open and smooth, his mouth hanging loose with his tongue glistening and writhing in the dark depths. He never broke eye contact with her...

The shoulder muscles pulled back tight to support the arms, stretched the pectorals out, flattening them and hardening them...the abdominals contracting in effort to lift the two of them up, to give a little buck at the end of each thrust... The tangle of hair where their bodies joined, wild and intermingled as their thoughts but two separate entities, red and black. She rocked back and stared down at this image, fascinated. He gave a special little gasp for that movement and she looked at him with slit predatory eyes. The move must have made his cock press and slide down the wall of her vagina, could she feel every ridge? When he drove back up he could he be pressing somewhere different and dark within her? The changed pitch of his groans suggested having his erect penis pulled back in resistance had a certain pain/pleasure effect for him as well.

She rocked back on her heels and dropped her head again to stare at their joined place. When he was on a down stroke she lifted slightly off to see his cock, dark and slick. She slammed down as he pumped up.

His eyes were dilated and frightened. He was whimpering and I knew he must be close. I had been counting. It had been 136 seconds since he had first pumped into her. You'd think this guy hadn't been laid in ten years. Frankly I was surprised, a good-looking guy like that, you'd think he had a little better technique, but I guess appearances can be deceiving.

She wasn't doing any better. All he would need to do is lick the sweat from her chin and she would come, I knew it in my heart. She leaned all the way over him and somehow managed to reach the footboard and grab it with her right hand.

His mouth was too far from her chin. Damn. Her eye was looking right at his twisting, gasping tongue but there was no way she was slipping a millimeter off of his cock to even kiss him. She closed her eyes and must have felt his impossibly soft lower lip under the sweep of her lashes. He gently kissed her eyelid and that was it.

She was crying out with sweet desperation, baby sounds against the thud of my heart and the crashing waves of blood pounding in my ears. It was all she could do to stay on her feet and just let her body follow its course. I knew she was deaf to Mulder's bellows but I heard every one. I was glad he was so loud, he drowned out my whimpered moans.

Yes, that was much better. I'm sure we all felt better now.

He managed to hang onto her with one hand and the foot board with the other and lower them to the ground but that was all the heavy lifting he was probably going to be able to do for a few minutes. She would just have to sit there with his slick limp penis inside her. She leaned against his chest, nestling into the crook of his neck, not seeming to mind.

He said something really stupid. "So that's plain ordinary sex?" He should be glad he said it now while she was apparently incapacitated, but she did still manage to bite him, hard, on the nipple.

A few minutes passed and we all got control of our breathing patterns. Then the idiot started in again. "I'm sorry," a husky voice was whispering in her ear.

"Huh?" Scully mumbled.

"I'm sorry it wasn't better. I just...well, it's been a while...although that isn't an excuse...I shoulda been better prepared..." The voice was now whining.

She snapped her eyes open to look up at Mulder's pained-covered face. "What has let you to believe that I did not find that an enjoyable experience?"

"Well, I'm sure you had an enjoyable experience..." He stumbled on his words. "But I shoulda held out longer, made it last..."

"Believe it or not, that was exactly what I wanted. Like you yourself said, that was the only first time we are even going to have. I wanted it to have all the passion and longing and bone crushing want I've been feeling. You don't have to impress me with your skills. I'm not some girl you picked up in a bar. You aren't auditioning for a part in my life. If you'd been smooth and controlled I would have been scared shitless 'cause that wasn't what I was feeling. I was feeling out of control and overwhelmed with want. Do you understand me?" she finished her rush of a speech.

He nodded, bumping the top of her head. "Good. Now you need to carry me to bed, I can't feel my legs."

He managed to stumble to his feet, drag off his stretched out and stained sweats and tossed them aside. He carefully picked her up, carried her to the bed and slipped her under the covers. She waited until he went around to the other side of the bed.

"Besides, you've got the rest of our lives to show me all your moves."

I could see his eyes glistening like diamonds in the darkness of her bedroom. That'll shut him up. Now she could get some sleep. He crouched halfway under the covers, frozen in place, and the goosebumps that had risen up his back and skinny ass caught in the shine of the moonlight. His hyperventilation was her lullaby as she fell asleep immediately.

 

June 7, 1999; 7:48 am

A sharp rapping like a woodpecker woke Mulder and I. I snorted and rubbed my eyes quickly to clear them and focused on my monitors. I adjusted the volume on the speakers as he raised his head and looked around the room for the source. The form cuddled next to him in the bed caught his attention. Scully lay on her right side cradling her sore left arm but her face was smooth and pain free. He watched her eyes flick slightly under her eyelids. She didn't wake though. Someone was at the door.

He slipped out from under the covers and tucked the duvet tight against her body so that none of the morning chill could assault her. His balls tightened against the cold. He started looking around for his sweatpants. He found them tangled on the floor. The memories of their activities in the dark shadows on the rug surged back. He and I found ourselves panting in unison.

The rapping continued. He pulled on the sweatpants and staggered out to the living room.

I heard him pull the door open and then his voice, defensive. "Something I can help you with this morning, sir?"

"Jesus, Mulder, you reek of sex," Skinner growled.

Well, so much for polite conversation.

"Scully is on medical leave and I'm on administrative leave pending an investigation, so I can't think of any work related business that you would need to talk about so I'll see you at the office at a later date, ok?"

"What the hell's going on here?" Scully had escaped the bedroom without me noticing.

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