DISCLAIMER: ÊThe characters belong to CC, 1013, and 
Fox, but the hair belongs to Gillian. Ê<sigh> ÊRedheaded 
women of the world, unite!

This little exercise in romance must be considered an AU, 
I suppose, as it really doesn't fit into canon. ÊIt branches off 
sometime after the death of Scully's father but before the 
deaths of Melissa Scully or Mulder, Sr.

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Brightness Falls
by Merri-Todd Webster

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Scully's coming back today.

That thought gets me off the couch and into the shower. ÊIt 
makes me sing while I'm washing my hair--okay, I don't sing 
very well, but I do carry a tune better than Scully does, 
believe me. It makes me put on the tie with Munch's 
"Scream" on it in pink and blue and purple, just so I can see 
her roll her eyes at it the way she always does.

Scully's coming back today.

I stop on the way to work and get some goodies. ÊNot just 
my usual espresso, but a big cup of English Breakfast tea 
with lots of milk but no sugar, the way she likes it, and 
something I know she can't resist--two chocolats au pain, 
croissants layered with semisweet chocolate. ÊEven I can't 
resist them, and I'm nowhere near the chocoholic she is. 
She'll tell me I shouldn't have, but she'll thank me just the 
same.

Scully's coming back today.

God, how many months ago was it we got the call that Mrs. 
Scully had suffered a heart attack? ÊIf Scully could have 
flown there on her own power, she'd have raced up to the 
roof of the Hoover building, caught a thermal, and taken off 
like an eagle. ÊMust have been four months ago, at least. 
Four of the dullest and loneliest months of my life, without 
Dana Katherine Scully.

I went up to visit once, not long after she left. ÊMrs. Scully 
was doing okay, but she was obviously glad to have her 
strong, competent doctor daughter taking care of her, as 
well as her sweet, New Agey daughter waving crystals over 
her. I've talked to her dozens of times on the phone, 
consulting about cases, but it hasn't been the same. ÊIt's 
hard to believe I used to handle the X-Files on my own, used 
to solve things without Scully's help. I've missed her forensic 
eye and her arguing with my every theory. ÊI never realized 
how much playing push-me-pull-you with my partner helped 
me to clarify what I was thinking, how much her attention to 
the facts fed and speeded my intuition.

I also never realized how much I... well, let's just say that I 
daydreamed about Scully a lot. ÊMaybe too much. About full, 
soft lips, and penetrating blue eyes, and perfect breasts 
above a tiny waist, and silky red-gold hair. That hair. I've 
never had a thing for redheads, but now, I finally understand 
why some people do. ÊScully's hair is just... gorgeous. 
Perfect for her, perfect with her eye color and her 
complexion. ÊPerfect.

She's coming back today. ÊFox Mulder's life can go on, 
officially, because Dana Scully is coming back from her 
extended leave. ÊIn fact, I can hear her footsteps, light but 
brisk, coming down the hall toward me. I open a file folder 
and feign looking through it, hoping she won't notice it's a 
case we closed months before she left. ÊThe door opens and 
I look over my shoulder to give her my normal casual glance 
and good morning.

And I freeze, my head stuck turned to the left like Regan in 
"The Exorcist," looking at Scully. ÊAt her hair.

It's *long*.

Okay, it's only down below her shoulders, not down below 
her rear, about halfway to her elbows, but that's a lot longer 
than it was. ÊLong, and shiny, and hanging loose over her 
shoulders, glittering like new copper wire against the dark 
turquoise lapel of her suit jacket. ÊOh. My. God.

I'm afraid my mouth must have been hanging open, because 
Scully looks at me kind of strangely before saying, "Morning, 
Mulder," in a perfectly normal tone. ÊI grope for my tongue.

"Hiya, Scully. ÊHow's your mom?" 

She smiles at me, probably because I asked that question. 
"She's doing fine. She'd be pleased to know you asked 
about her." 

I get up and grab the white paper bag with the goodies and 
hold it out to her. "A little welcome-back treat," I say.

Scully opens the bag and peers in. ÊHer lips form a tight little 
"o" as she coos over the croissants for one unguarded 
moment, and that long hair is falling forward almost to the 
corners of her mouth. ÊAdorable--and unexpectedly sexy. 
"Mulder, you shouldn't have." She pulls out a croissant, 
beaming. Ê"But thanks anyway. ÊYou want one?"

Greater love hath no woman than to share her chocolate 
with a friend. I accept a croissant and give her the hot tea in 
exchange. ÊFor a few minutes, we just sit there contentedly, 
not saying anything, not even quite looking at each other, 
just inhaling caffeine and carbohydrates. ÊThose few minutes 
are the highlight of my week so far. "What's with the hair?" I 
venture at last, hoping I sound really, really casual. ÊScully 
laughs, another unexpected surprise.

"Oh, I was just so busy with Mom, and nowhere near my 
own hairdresser--I just let it go for a few months." ÊShe flips 
up the ends of it with one hand. "I had no idea it would grow 
so fast. I really should cut it."

My heart seizes up with panic. Ê"Well, no rush. ÊExperiment 
with something new. ÊJust don't let Frohike see you. ÊHe'll 
upgrade you from 'hot' to 'groovy'."

Scully rolls her eyes, just the way I've missed, and I grin and 
chuckle, and then we're talking about the last few cases just 
the way we always do. ÊBut I can't help being disappointed 
when she pulls a barrette out of her jacket pocket and pins 
up her hair.

*********

Mulder's been acting really weird lately. ÊI mean, weirder 
than usual. ÊOr, weird for Mulder. ÊActually, I'm not sure what 
I mean. First he surprised me with the chocolat au pain and 
the tea, which was nice, but definitely unusual. ÊThen I 
noticed he seemed to be *watching* me, even more closely 
than usual.

When I first started working with Mulder, I thought he was 
flirting or coming on to me almost constantly. ÊEventually I 
realized that, while he did tease me that way sometimes--a 
lot of the time--some of what I had taken for sexual interest 
was just normal Mulder-type concentration. ÊAfter I figured 
that out, I understood the other side of his reputation. ÊThe 
other male agents make cracks about "ol' Spooky," but the 
female agents--and secretaries, cleaning ladies, etc.--say 
things like, "It's a shame to keep something like that in the 
basement." ÊIt certainly is, for a variety of reasons. ÊHe could 
get just about any woman he wanted to, especially if he was 
wearing his glasses.

Which makes me wonder, you know--why hasn't he? ÊI know 
he's not seeing anyone. ÊHe doesn't have time to.

But since I got back from taking care of Mom, I've felt like 
he's been coming on to me again. ÊSeriously. ÊI've gotten 
used to the touches, the hand on the back or the arm, 
gentlemanly and possessive at the same time, to the way he 
wants to share my personal space, to the phone calls at all 
hours. That stuff doesn't bother me any more; it hasn't 
bothered me for a while. ÊStrangely enough, I feel very safe 
around Mulder. ÊI can't explain why; maybe it's that, in some 
ways, he's very predictable. ÊI know he's going to go so far 
and no farther. ÊI know he'll stop instantly if I say anything to 
him. But I swear to God, lately he can't keep his hands off 
my *hair*.

Barrettes and clips and scrunchies seem to disappear when 
I'm preoccupied. ÊThe guiding hand that used to rest at my 
waist slips upward to rest between my shoulderblades, on 
top of my hair. ÊHe touches my upper arm for emphasis, 
brushing his fingers through my hair, or takes me by the 
shoulder, and I know he just wants to touch my hair again.

It's driving me crazy. ÊMy sister Melissa has longer hair than 
I do, and it was really long when she was a kid. ÊThe other 
kids couldn't keep their hands off of it; somebody was 
always playing with it, pulling at it, leaving traces of mud or 
maple syrup or chewing gum that Mom had to wash out, 
comb out, even cut out. ÊI begged to have my hair kept short 
so I wouldn't have to deal with that. ÊNow Mulder's acting 
exactly like Missy's classmates, only more subtly.

I should cut it. ÊI should just cut it, back to where it was. ÊNot 
give him the opportunity to get on my nerves. ÊAnd it's too 
much to fuss with, worrying about it every morning, how to 
put it up or pull it back.

So why haven't I cut it? ÊBecause of the way I catch him 
looking at me when he thinks I'm not looking. ÊIt matches the 
way *I've* been looking at *him* for months now, matches it 
all too well. ÊHe likes my hair like this, and I'm not going to 
cut it if Mulder likes it. ÊBecause I really want Mulder to... like 
me. 

*********

I can't stand it any more. 

We haven't been out of the office for three days. ÊAll the 
vampires, mutants, werewolves, zombies, abductees, 
ghosts, and other forms of X-File must be on vacation, 
sitting on a nice warm beach somewhere drinking something 
that has a little paper umbrella in it. ÊWhen the phone rings, 
it isn't even Frohike telling me about a new video--it's a 
wrong number. ÊI have been cooped up in the basement of 
the J. Edgar Hoover Building for *three days* with this 
sweet-smelling siren and her mesmerizingly beautiful hair. 

How does she do it? ÊHow does she drive me crazy this 
way? ÊIt's not like Scully *tries* to be sexy. ÊIt's not like she 
puts herself on display. ÊShe's one of the most reserved 
people I've ever met. She would no more wear, say, a sheer 
blouse and fishnet stockings to work than she would throw a 
temper tantrum in the office. ÊScully's a lady. ÊShe's always 
self-contained and under control. ÊThat may be out of 
fashion or politically incorrect, but it works for her and she 
does it well.

So why do I keep hoping I don't have to get up from behind 
the desk while she's looking at me? I'm too old to walk 
around half-erect all the time. ÊThere's no room for it in these 
tailored pants. ÊBut I keep having these persistent fantasies 
of seeing a tiny pink nipple--they'd have to be pink--peeking 
through the strands of her hair. ÊI keep wondering if her body 
hair is the same color as the hair on her head, or is it more 
like her eyebrows and eyelashes. ÊWhen she passes by me, 
I can feel the heat radiating from her, it flashes over me, and 
I catch a whiff of her perfume and something else--

I can't stand it.

I uncoil from my chair fast, too fast, deliberately slow down 
for a yawn and a stretch, willing my cock to settle down. 
"I'm going to the vending machines, Scully, you want 
anything?"

She purses her lips slightly as she considers, which doesn't 
do anything to reverse my arousal. Ê"A diet Sprite, or 
something else clear and sugar-free."

"You got it."

Once I'm out of the office, I take a deep breath and 
practically run to the machines. ÊI consider getting a cold 
drink and just pouring it down my pants. ÊWith shaky fingers 
I deposit the coins into the machines and get a Coke, a diet 
Sprite, and some trail mix Scully might share with me. Then 
I head slowly back to the office, whistling under my breath.

When I come back in, she's brushing her hair out.

Before I can get control of myself, my cock leaps to full 
erection and my hands go numb. ÊCoke, Sprite, and trail mix 
fall to the floor; the Coke can springs a leak and starts 
fizzing out its contents. ÊBefore I can get my hands working 
again and take out a handkerchief, Scully is stooping in front 
of me, wiping up the spill with some coarse brown paper 
towels that I didn't even know we had in the office. ÊHer hair 
trails forward over the mess, and her head is just about level 
with my-- 

"Mulder, are you okay?"

She's looking up at me with that sweet concerned look on 
her face. ÊLooking at my face as if she can't notice my cock 
trying to poke its way through my pants. ÊAlways the lady.

I bend over, take her by the elbows, and get her to stand up 
again. ÊThen I take the bag of trail mix and the can of Sprite 
out of her hands, put them aside, and put my hands on her 
shoulders. ÊI take a pretty shaky breath and force myself to 
meet her eyes.

"No, I'm not okay." ÊI gulp. Ê"Scully, you're driving me crazy."

I close the distance between us and do what I've been dying 
to do for days: Êgently twist the length of her hair in one 
hand, gathering it over one shoulder, and bury my face in it. 
Smelling it. ÊFeeling it. ÊPractically worshipping it.

With the hand still on her shoulder, I feel her go rigid. ÊOh 
God, what if she doesn't want this, what if she doesn't feel 
what I think she feels, what if I've stepped over the line and 
she never lets me touch her again? ÊBut I can't let go, not 
unless she tells me to. ÊThis is as close to Scully as I've ever 
let myself get.

*********

It takes all the strength I have to move away from him. ÊTo 
draw my hair slowly out of Fox Mulder's light grasp. ÊTo look 
up at him, to meet eyes that have turned the most incredible 
green, to see the emotions on his face. And then to say the 
two words that will seal our fates. "Not here." 

Slowly, he nods. ÊI walk away, one stiff step at a time, trying 
not to wobble, trying not to collapse, and he just stands 
there for a moment, his hands still out as if he were still 
touching me. Then he picks up the fizzing can of Coke, 
tosses it in the trash, and goes back to his chair, silently.

That was probably the most erotic moment of my life: feeling 
and seeing my partner bury his face in my hair. ÊHe made 
this tiny little groaning noise, something he probably didn't 
even notice. ÊBut I noticed, and I stand over the filing cabinet 
imagining him making that noise, only louder, as he buries 
his body in my body. ÊImagining the noises I might make, in 
answer. ÊSeeing a man show that much desire, that much 
vulnerability, yet take nothing of me for the moment but the 
privilege of touching my hair.

Touch me, Mulder. ÊTouch me anywhere you like.

I look at my watch. ÊIt's only two-forty-six. ÊUsually we don't 
leave till four-thirty or five when we're in the office, and often 
not till later. ÊHow can I stand two more hours in the same 
room with Mulder? ÊI saw his erection, and there's a swamp 
between my legs, a whirlpool, an ocean, a desperate 
drawing inward, trying to pull at something that's not there. ÊI 
can almost smell my own arousal. ÊI wonder if he can smell 
it, too.

Somehow I focus my attention on the files, comb through 
them for the information Mulder asked me for over an hour 
ago, even find the information and show it to him without a 
tremor in my voice or my hands. We make it through those 
last two hours, we get work done, we clean things up (as 
much as we ever do), and we walk to the garage together, 
chatting casually, the same as we always do. ÊOnly before 
we part, Mulder says, in a way that's anything but casual, "I'll 
follow you home." 

My throat closes up, my insides open up, and all I can do is 
nod. ÊAs I get into my car, I beg God and St. Christopher to 
protect me, because I don't know how I'm going to drive. 
Control, control... just for a little while longer. ÊMy reflexes 
take over and the car seems to glide forward on its own.

*********

Scully's waiting for me outside the front door of her building. 
I followed that red head all the way from DC, driving on 
autopilot. ÊHow did she weave so confidently in and out of 
the traffic? ÊShe looks up as I come up the sidewalk, and her 
eyes hit me like blasts from a flamethrower. ÊThey're as hot 
and blue as gas jets. ÊOh, Lord....

She unlocks the outer door of the building and we ride up 
together in the elevator, not talking. ÊWe never talk about the 
important stuff. ÊI follow her down the hall to her apartment, 
and this time she fumbles just a little with the key, just 
enough to let on that she's nervous, too. ÊShe's so calm and 
collected all the time, and I don't think it's an act, the way it 
is with me. But she's off-center a little right now, and that's 
good, because I am, too. ÊWe can just fall over together.

She steps into her apartment and turns to me, and then 
something else takes over. ÊI don't move myself, but 
something moves me, and faster than I can think it through, 
I have her pushed against the closed door of the apartment, 
held by my arms and my weight and my mouth. ÊPart of me 
says this isn't fair, I'm so much bigger than Scully, I could be 
scaring her or hurting her--but another part of me notices 
that her arms are tight around my neck and her mouth is just 
as eager as mine. She's the one who bites my lip.

I draw back, startled, and we both stare at one another for a 
moment, stare like rabbits staring at the headlights of an 
oncoming car. ÊAnd then she starts to laugh. ÊMy stomach 
clenches up, my heart thumps--this isn't the first time I've 
been laughed at by a beautiful woman--but then Scully 
touches my lip, touches the sore spot where she bit me, and 
my insides relax.

"All this because I let my hair grow a little?"

I shake my head. Ê"Naw, that was just... the catalyst. ÊYou 
know that." ÊPlease God, let her agree that she knows that.

She slowly nods. Ê"I know that." ÊHer arms go around me 
again, around my middle, and she leans against me with her 
head on my chest. ÊThat feels so good. ÊI wrap my arms 
around her, hold her, and rest my chin on the top of her 
head, breathing in the scent of her hair.

"We shouldn't," she says after a while, the words muffled by 
my shirt.

"Why not? ÊBecause we'll break the rules?"

A nod, just one dip of her head. ÊI swallow.

"Do you still... want to?"

Scully raises her head, smiles into my eyes. Ê"Oh, I do...."

"Then let's." ÊAnd I do something I've always wanted to do 
but never felt confident about: ÊI swing her off her feet, into 
my arms, and carry her into the bedroom.

Scully's actually giggling as I carry her through the 
apartment. ÊShe's so little, not like my usual type at all; she 
hardly weighs anything, though I know she could put up a 
good fight if she wanted. ÊShe doesn't want to. ÊShe loops 
her arms around my neck--they can stay there forever, as 
far as I'm concerned--and lets me carry her in and put her 
down on the bed.

*********

Mulder sweeps me off my feet. ÊOh, this is wonderful. ÊThe 
tall strong G-Man carrying away his fair maiden. Of course, 
I'm not a maiden, if "maiden" means "virgin", and "fair" 
actually means "blonde", so I'm not that either. ÊCall me 
G-Woman. ÊGoes with G-spot. ÊI could probably knock him 
unconscious if I had to, even from this position, but I don't 
want to. ÊIt's fun to let him carry me, and I can see he's 
having fun, too. ÊNeither of us gets a lot of fun in daily life.

He puts me down gently on the foot of the bed, so that I'm 
sitting. ÊBefore I can lose my nerve or change my mind, I 
strip off my jacket and start to unbutton my blouse. ÊMulder 
sheds his jacket and tie just as fast and then kneels in front 
of me, covering my fingers with his. "Let me." He's smiling, 
and I smile back.

His lips follow his fingers--warm, sensitive lips that all but 
dissolved into mine on that kiss. ÊHe kisses the skin he 
uncovers, my collarbone, my breastbone, the tops of my 
breasts over the bra. ÊI lift my arms like a dancer so he can 
peel the blouse away. ÊStill kneeling, Mulder takes hold of 
my waist and kisses my shoulders, my upper arms, my 
throat, the tip of my chin. ÊI bend and capture his mouth 
again, not wildly this time, but firmly, for a kiss that dawdles 
and lingers and makes my nipples chafe the bra, my clitoris 
swell between the lips.

When Mulder draws back, finally, I just know it's because 
he's close to the edge. ÊI just know it, so I reach down and 
matter-of-factly unbuckle his belt. ÊHe looks almost surprised 
that I've taken the initiative, but he'd better not be too 
surprised. ÊI don't believe in just lying there looking beautiful 
while the man does all the work. ÊI want to see and touch 
and play with this gorgeous body that tantalizes me five 
days a week and then some in perfect suits and ridiculous 
ties. ÊThe one he wore today has Van Gogh sunflowers on 
it--pretty if it were on my wall, pretty silly with an expensive 
silk suit and shirt.

Once I've undone his pants, Mulder stands up and they just 
slide down his legs. ÊLong long legs with smooth sleek 
muscles and a dusting of light brown hair. Beautiful. ÊAnd I 
can smell him, intimate smells that all but lovers hide from 
one another, musky and sweet. ÊI stand up, too, and he 
kneels on the bed and takes me down with him. He's kissing 
the tops of my breasts again, and I'm kicking off my shoes 
and wiggling out of my skirt and wondering when he's going 
to help me ditch the bra. ÊI cup my hand over the bulge in his 
boxers--I didn't expect the boxers, not after the stories I've 
heard about his swimwear--and Mulder groans, his face 
between my breasts, and springs the catch of my bra with 
one quick twist. ÊAh, that's better. ÊI toss the bra aside and 
roll over onto my back, Êletting it happen for the moment, his 
lips roaming over me and spiraling slowly but inevitably to 
the place where I want them most. 

*********

Scully's breasts are so beautiful, so perfect, and yes, those 
nipples are as pink as my fancy painted them. ÊI want to 
prolong everything, to spend days making love to this 
woman, so I take plenty of time exploring her breasts, 
nibbling, circling around and around, putting off touching the 
nipples. ÊHer hair isn't long enough to cover her nipples like 
I'd imagined, but I can take a lock of it and tickle her with it, 
so I do. ÊShe giggles delightedly, and the sound of it affects 
me like the bubbles in champagne. ÊI feel dizzy, tipsy, silly, 
and still very, very turned on.

Finally, finally, I capture one plump pink nipple between my 
lips. ÊScully lets out a long, luxuriant sigh that glides 
downward in pitch. ÊWonderful. ÊI give the other nipple the 
same treatment, and the noise I get this time is more like a 
moan. Even better. ÊHow many different sounds can I get 
Scully to make, I wonder? ÊI flick my tongue experimentally 
over her nipple. ÊHey, that was almost a squeak. ÊI do it 
again, with a little more oomph, to the other nipple. 
Definitely a squeak.

Small, strong fingers wind their way into my hair, run 
pleadingly over my scalp. ÊI don't resist as she pulls me 
down; I don't hold back from giving her what she wants. ÊI 
lick, flick, suck, nuzzle, feeding on her sweet skin and firm 
flesh like a hungry fox cub, drinking in her moans and gasps 
and cries. ÊBest of all is the breathless, broken way she says 
my name, "Mulder... Mulder!" ÊI never thought such a dumb 
name could sound so good. ÊMaybe even "Fox" would sound 
good if Scully said it that way.

I'm surprised but not ignorant when Scully cries out sharply, 
almost a scream. ÊI'd hoped she might be able to have an 
orgasm just from attention to her nipples. ÊI'm *really* 
surprised when she flips me over and starts giving my 
nipples the same treatment. ÊI've been with men as well as 
women, and the men have done this for me, but not the 
women. ÊThey don't seen to think of it, but Scully does. ÊOh, 
it's so good. ÊPretty soon I'm gasping and wriggling just as 
helplessly as she was, feeling her stretched out on top of 
me, my hard cock rubbing against her belly, her hair spread 
out over my chest.

Scully slides down the bed, kissing my ribs and my 
stomach, and rises to her knees. ÊThe next thing I know, 
she's pulling the waistband of my shorts carefully over my 
erection and down my legs. ÊI draw my knees up to help and 
then spread them open to accomodate her, hoping she's 
going to do what I think she's going to do. ÊBut right now 
she's just looking at me. I bite my lip. ÊI'm completely naked 
now, and she's not, and I guess that your lover's reaction to 
your cock is like your lover's reaction to your breasts, the 
thing that determines whether this pairing is going to work. 
Does she like it? ÊI'm long but not too thick--I hope she 
doesn't think I'm too big--or too small--

*********

I just have to look at Mulder. ÊAt Mulder's cock. ÊIt suits the 
rest of him, long, slim, well-shaped. ÊHe really is... beautiful. 
Some men are. ÊMy desire increases exponentially, seeing 
him lie naked beneath me, waiting. ÊMore than ever, I want 
him in me, on top, underneath, whatever way we can do it. 
But right at this moment, I just want to sate my gaze with 
the sight of him. I want to binge on the beauty of Mulder.

I look at his face again, finally, and he's biting his lip. ÊCan 
he think I wouldn't like what I see? ÊHe's gorgeous, but 
insecure. ÊI give him my sweetest, sexiest smile and at the 
same time wrap my hand slowly around his cock. ÊIt's very 
warm, and he thrusts upward into my hand and his skin feels 
like velvet. ÊHe makes that little groaning noise again.

"You're really beautiful, Mulder. ÊAll over." ÊI stroke the 
length of him, up and down, brushing over the tip, cradling 
his balls in my other hand. I like the soft light brown fuzz that 
covers them. ÊAnd then I bend over, very slowly, letting my 
hair slip forward over my shoulders and dangle over his hips 
and belly, and take him in my mouth.

"Scully--!" ÊI glance up and Mulder's gritting his teeth. ÊGood. 
I suck gently on the tender head at first, still caressing the 
shaft with my fingers. ÊThen I take him in a little bit more, 
rubbing the knot on the underside with my tongue. ÊOh yes, 
Dana Scully knows how to give head. I don't think I can 
deep-throat him, but I can make him feel extremely good 
just the same.

It goes on like that, me taking him in more and more, by 
increments, stroking what I can't swallow, and him groaning, 
trying not to gag me, twisting the sheets into knots. ÊHe 
tastes salty and nutty and I love it, I want him to come in my 
mouth, but eventually, I discover that he has other plans.

I find myself on my back, my head at the foot of the bed and 
my panties being dragged roughly down my legs. ÊI'm so 
glad he's forgetting to be careful--I hate it when a lover treats 
me like spun glass. ÊWarm hands spread my thighs and 
then the folds of my pussy, and I watch him look at me as 
intently, as contemplatively as I looked at him. 

*********

The hair between Scully's legs is darker than her lashes and 
eyebrows, lighter than the mass of her hair. ÊAnd it's thick 
and curly and surprisingly soft. ÊI nuzzle her mound, feeling 
the fur with my lips, getting a good idea of her smell. ÊIt 
reminds me of the seashore, of the ocean and its wildness. 
Scully is turning out to be something of a wild woman, and 
I'm enjoying it tremendously. ÊI scoot down a little further 
between her legs and spread her folds open with my 
thumbs. ÊThat sweet pink flesh is glistening with fragrant 
wetness, and her clit is as erect as my cock. Ê"So 
beautiful..." I murmur, absorbing the sight, memorizing her. 
And when I dive into her, she pours over my tongue like a 
waterfall, wet, wet, wet, and crying out her pleasure.

I love doing this. ÊI've always loved doing this. ÊI guess it's 
my oral fixation. ÊOr maybe it's just that I know I can always 
please a lover this way, always bring them to orgasm. 
Scully's actually fucking my face, and I cup my hands under 
her buttocks--they fit my hands so perfectly--so I can get 
deeper into her with my tongue. ÊWhen I back off abruptly 
and suck hard on her clit, she screams like breaking glass 
and nearly smothers me with her cunt. ÊIt doesn't matter, I 
wouldn't mind going out that way.

Scully grabs my shoulder, the back of my neck, and hauls at 
me until I'm on top of her, my wet mouth sealed to hers, her 
hand on my cock, my fingers burrowing into her. She's slick 
and tight inside, giving way and clinging at the same time, 
and I'm getting increasingly desperate to sheathe my cock in 
that tightness.

*********

I have never, never felt this way before. ÊWhat Mulder's 
mouth is doing to me is so good I'm afraid I'll shatter with the 
pleasure. ÊI've never felt sensations so intense they 
threatened to destroy me, never been touched in a way that 
was too pleasurable to tolerate. ÊAfter a few minutes of small 
climaxes that build one on top of another, Mulder sucks my 
clit and I shriek at pleasure that is almost pain, an orgasm 
like a laser slicing through me. Is this what ecstasy 
is--pleasure that is pain or pain that's pleasure, something 
the ego can't withstand? ÊBeyond thinking or speaking, I pull 
him up on top of me, grabbing his cock, tasting my salt on 
his mouth, moaning harshly in the back of my throat as long 
clever fingers slide into my cunt.

He goes from my mouth to my breasts, sucking again, his 
fingers pistoning in my cunt with increasing speed and force, 
and I take a deep desperate breath that comes back out as 
something very much like a growl, low and feral. And then 
come the words, helpless, shameless, mindless words that 
can only drive both of us further. Ê"Oh, yes. ÊGod, yes. ÊOh 
Mulder, that's so good. ÊYes, fuck me. ÊFuck me. Fuck me." 
Mulder raises his head in a sharp jerk. ÊLord, those eyes are 
green, like some wild green fire, like something fey. "You 
want me to fuck you, Scully? ÊYou want my cock?"

I hear myself whimper. Ê"Yes."

He kisses me hard. Ê"I have to--I'll be right back."

I almost tell him not to bother, I'm on the pill, but it will be 
safer with double protection. ÊI pivot around on the bed so 
my head is on the pillows again, and Mulder comes back 
quickly, the condom already slicked on. ÊHe kneels over me. 
"You wanna be on top?"

I shake my head. Ê"Doesn't matter." ÊI touch his cheek and 
smile. Ê"I'm not worried about you hurting me."

With a groan, he drops on top of me, draping that long body 
over mine, covering me. Our tongues roll back and forth 
between our mouths, our lips seek out the closest possible 
fit. Then he kneels up, and I spread my legs, which have 
been wrapped around him. He reaches over and drags a 
pillow down and fits it under my hips.

"I want to see," he says, in a whisper. Ê"I want to see my 
cock go into your pussy."

More wetness gushes out of me at hearing Mulder use those 
words. ÊI wish I could see what he's seeing as he guides 
himself in with one hand, easing forward slowly into my 
body, and my muscles are pulling at him, begging him to 
come in, come deeper, come inside me. I don't know how it 
is for him, but the condom can't spoil the joy of taking him in, 
welcoming him. When he can't go in any further--I hope I 
took all of him, I hope so--he lowers himself over me with 
just that little groan I was hoping for. ÊI wrap my arms around 
him and kiss the side of his neck.

"I love you, Mulder," comes out of my lips before I can 
censor it.

He raises himself up on his elbows, giving me the widest, 
sweetest smile I've ever seen on him. It makes him look 
absurdly young and impossibly adorable. Ê"You do? ÊYou 
love me, Scully?"

Too late to back out, and anyway, I don't want to. Ê"Uh-huh."

Still smiling, he starts moving inside me. "That's good. 
That's very, very good."

*********

She loves me. This woman loves me. This brilliant, 
dedicated, generous, incredibly beautiful woman loves me. 
Dana Katherine Scully loves Fox William Mulder. ÊIt might 
just be possible, from now on, to live with being me, 
especially if I have repeated opportunities to put this look on 
her face--this utterly relaxed, blissed-out, beatified look as I 
fuck her.

I'm fucking her, I'm making love to her, I'm uniting with her. I 
kiss her face and her throat, I get my fingers on her nipples, 
and I move in and out, steadily and not too fast, feeling her 
muscles close around me, her cunt, her legs, her arms. ÊHer 
hair is spread out over the pillow, shining, dazzling. ÊShe's 
always dazzled me, and I love her for it.

I don't want to come too soon, so after a couple minutes I 
glide in and stop. ÊHer eyes flutter open, incandescent now, 
and she starts to make a puzzled frown. I get a good hold on 
her and roll us over onto our sides, coaxing her thigh over 
my hip. ÊShe smiles and rocks with me, back and forth. This 
way I can keep one hand on her ass and touch her hair with 
the other, twining my fingers in it, weaving the two of us 
together. ÊAnd then I can reach around and put pressure on 
her clit, setting off a series of explosions that I see on her 
face, hear in her voice, feel inside of her. 

Scully bucks hard against me and then pushes so that I land 
on my back. ÊWithout ever losing me, she settles on top of 
me, dominant now, definitely riding my cock. ÊI love this, I 
love seeing her this way. ÊHer back arches, her mouth falls 
open, and her hands cup her belly and glide slowly upward, 
gliding over her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples, and 
then wander up over her collarbone and around the back of 
her neck and into her hair.

I'm lost, I can't hold back much longer, not watching 
this--Scully running her fingers into her hair, lifting it, 
spreading it out, her hips never stop moving and she's 
playing with her hair like some wanton Venus. ÊI wish I could 
tell her how gorgeous she looks, but my vocabulary has no 
words--we are beyond beautiful or sexy or even erotic. ÊAll I 
can do is wedge my thumb between us and press on her clit, 
rubbing in circles, and she loses her rhythm and thrashes 
wildly on top of me, her voice high and loud, and I grab her 
rear with my other hand and come like a geyser, gushing 
upward into her, a salmon rushing upstream, and we move 
together in orgasm until we can't move at all.

*********

I don't exactly pass out, but I do... forget myself, and my 
surroundings, for a few moments. ÊThen I realize I'm lying on 
top of Mulder, probably smothering him, and he's still inside 
me though it feels like there's a lot less of him. I ease off my 
lover and drag myself down to a more mutually comfortable 
position, my head on his chest, our legs interwoven. ÊMulder 
wraps an arm around me and then pulls some of my hair up 
over his face like a veil.

"You're like fire, living fire.... ÊKeep me warm...."

"Sure, Mulder." ÊI sigh deeply and feel myself drifting off to 
sleep. ÊMulder says something else and I have to ask him to 
repeat it.

"I love you, too, Dana," he whispers into my hair.

*********

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