New: Ebony Rose (1/4)

Title: EBONY ROSE (1/4)

Author: April Mowry

E-mail: ALMowry@pathway.net

Rating: PG-13/R

Category: X,A

Spoilers: Up to Season 6 Triangle

Keywords: Mulder/Scully UST

Disclaimer: All characters contained in this story do not belong to me they belong to CC, 1013, and FOX Network. I have only borrowed them and I mean no harm.

Archive: Anywhere just send me a note as to where.

Summary: What do you do when the one person you trust isn’t there for you when you are faced with an enemy you thought was no longer a threat?

Part 1/4

Epilogue:

It had been easy, really. The muscular form had walked behind the other sitting behind the desk. The man at the desk preoccupied with a telephone conversation and as he hung up...CRACK...the sound of bones breaking almost deafening in the room. The mans head hung at a sickening angle as the body fell to the floor with a thud. Quickly the killer donned the dead mans clothing, picked up the briefcase off the desk and left the office, locking the door behind him.

Purposefully he walked into the crowd gathered at the front of the building. Visitors. It had been a tour day at this place. The killer knew he could slip out unnoticed amongst the many different groups of people. He had planned for this day for a long time, close to 3 years. While he had been made to remain in this terrible place he had built his body as well as his mind, in preparation for this day.

No one would recognize him; he looked so different...now. He had been almost boyish before, clean-shaven, but now he was the true epitome of man, strong...masculine, sporting a beard, he looked rugged. If you paused long enough to consider his eyes though, you would notice the coldness radiating from them and a chill would run through your body at that knowledge.

The tour buses began to load and he stepped up into the third one. Taking a seat he drew out a picture, lightly he stroked his finger over the image, caressing, for a moment his breath seemed to increase, a tingling sensation running through him, before he put the photo back and took out a scrap of paper. Smiling to himself he knew...this time...no one was going to stop him...No One...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dana Scully sat at her desk, small thin fingers flying furiously over her keyboard. She was frustrated and annoyed at her partner, Special Agent Fox Mulder. Here she was stuck doing menial secretary duties, retyping several hundred old reports, courtesy of their new AD Kersh. It was her punishment for leaving work and ignoring the so-called chain of command. Sighing she let her mind wander for a moment;

'It doesn't matter how annoyed you are, Dana. You know you would do it all over again. Mulder was in trouble. He could have drowned.

Even though he did ditch me again. So this is what it's come down to...Dana Scully...Special Agent...chasing after your partner like...like I'm his keeper'

Running a hand casually through her golden-red hair Scully thinks back to the hospital. Her anger at Mulder for going off on his own had fought with her concern over his safety. Yet she felt as if her heart had stopped when he opened his eyes and looked at her.

She had to chuckle to herself at his words;

"I feel…like hell…"

She didn't know whether to hug him or add to the injuries he had already sustained.

Then Skinner and the Gunman had come in and Mulder started talking nonsense about her saving the world and Thor's Hammer. Thank God they had left before Mulders confession. She had to focus on Mulder, especially since he kept tapping her waist to get her undivided attention.

"I would have never seen you again…but, you believed me."

Scully knew one of his greatest fears was that she would up and vanish. Whether it is from kidnapping, desertion or death, she just wasn't sure what she was hearing in his voice. It was so different; she just didn't want to have to analyze anything so she told him to close his eyes. She needed to get out of the room. But he called her back…she didn't ignore him, leaning close to his face;

"Yes"

"I love you"

Oh Shit…he said it so simply…she was floored, her mind racing. She came up with the only two words that she could use to handle the emotions surging through her.

"Oh, brother"

Later that night in her apartment, Scully lay awake in bed her mind refusing to rest. Rationally she had to come to the conclusion that it was his defense mechanism, that the painkillers and the confusion of his ordeal had made him say the words. Yet deep down Scully also knew that Mulder wasn't that disoriented. Not to mention the simple fact that even the effects of alcohol or drugs usually didn't make people say or do things that weren't already thoughts buried somewhere in their subconscious. Whoa…better not go there…losing inhibitions, Mulder…and what are my true feelings…so confusing…

Shaking her head and sighing Scully forced herself to return to the present. She knew she had better get back to her paperwork. At least she knew she wasn't the only one being punished. She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter swelling up inside of her, she stood, maybe it's time to take a little break

and see how Mulders punishment was going...

* * * * * * * * * * *

Deep in the bowels of the FBI basement not far from the office he used to call his own, Fox Mulder was working diligently on stacking boxes full of case files from the 1940's into some semblance of order. Mulder had long ago forsaken his suit for more suitable jeans and a T-shirt. His suit hung in the men's restroom down the hall for him to change back into if he actually got sent out on a case, which of course was next to slim and none until they had fulfilled the punishment set forth by AD Kersh.

Mulder paused for a moment, his face reflective, a small smile playing at the corners of his full lower lip:

'They, our... when did almost everything I do or think include Scully in the equation. She is definitely under your skin-Mulder old boy!'

Shaking his head he allows himself a brief remembrance of the feeling of her lips under his, yet it wasn't really Scully.

He could picture it clearly, even now;

'Soo...if I don't turn this ship around...?'

'In all likelihood I won't exist...And neither will you...'

'Okay.' she sighed as she dropped her eyes to the ships deck.

Grabbing her around the waist the other hand supporting the back of her head, fingers in her hair, he brought her lips to his. For a moment she seemed to tense then her lips became soft and pliant underneath his, he could feel her breathing quicken as her breasts nipples hard, rose and fell against his chest.

He didn't have long to wait, wondering if she could feel the sudden hardness of him pressing against her when she abruptly pulled away from him. A ghost of a smile still played at the corners of his mouth even as he saw her hand clench and her arm draw back...

"Penny for your thoughts, Fox?"

The voice of Diana Fowley jolted Mulder out of his reverie.

End Part (1/4)

EBONY ROSE (2/4)

Agent Diana Fowley stood in the doorway, her eyes focused on Mulder's face.

'Diana...a penny wouldn't even begin to cover it,' he thought to himself, somehow knowing he couldn't hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Taking a step closer, Diana reached out to grasp Mulder's left hand, smiling slightly;

"Well...Fox...are you going to share?"

Sighing, Mulder stepped backward, the motion effectively breaking Diana's impromptu handhold;

"What *do* you want, Diana?"

Diana's eyes seemed to cloud for a moment as her hand hovered briefly in mid-air, before fixing her gaze on him and pursing her lips. She took a breath before posing her next statement;

"Fox...don't you think it's time we talked? I know I do."

* * * * * * * * * *

The audible ding signaled the elevator doors opening and Dana Scully's arrival at her destination...the basement. She proceeded to walk down the hallway. Glancing only briefly to the two new nameplates attached to the door of the X Files office;

**Agent Jeffrey Spender**

**Agent Diana Fowley**

A sudden surge of some unknown emotion passed through Scully's normally stoic face and body before she regained her composure. Smoothing invisible wrinkles on her skirt and holding her head high she continued on her way.

* * * * * * * * * *

Mulder turned once in a tight circle coming around to face Diana once again, his hands now on his hips. Just as he was about to speak his audio senses picked up on a familiar sound.

A sound he felt certain he could recognize with his eyes closed...the unmistakable gait of his partner, Dana Scully. Mulder knew she was getting close, he could hear the steady clicking of her 'oh so' sensible pumps on the hallway flooring.

However, it wasn't just that he could hear her, sometimes it was like his soul was actively seeking her out. Some kind of bond that defied explanation or reason, the bond that he had utilized unconsciously as he searched for her in the massive alien craft not all that long ago.

He could have spent hours searching row after row of cryopods, but once he seemingly stumbled into the interior chamber and made his way to a lower level, finding her clothes and her cross inside the abandoned cryo-litter...

Holding the symbol of her faith he had just *knew* the correct corridor, shining his flashlight quickly yet efficiently upon the frozen faces staring outward until the beam fell upon Scully's face.

Her red-gold hair flowed inside the tube moving by some unseen current. An ugly umbilical-like tube was thrust into her mouth, her perfect lips pursed around it in obscene fashion. A thick liquid was being propelled through the tubing into her small body; it almost seemed to pulse as it flowed.

Scully's face...her beautiful face...behind a wall of glass and ice. Her once piercing blue eyes seemed dim and lifeless even though she seemed to be gazing at him, he knew she wasn't, time was of the essence...Scully...

Mulder shuddered with the memory, a sudden chill invading his body.

* * * * * * * * * *

Scully paused only momentarily at the threshold of the storage room. Hearing only a snippet of conversation before she entered, her face a mask of indifference.

"I can't really *talk* now, Diana. Scully will be here any minute for us to take our usual lunch break."

Mulder began to massage his eyebrows together in an attempt to stifle the headache he felt coming on.

"Fox? Why *does* it seem like you are avoiding me?"

* * * * * * * * * *

Scully chose that moment to make her entrance.

"Mulder, I was...just thinking," Scully paused noticing Diana then continued, her tone unchanging. "Oh...hello, Agent Fowley."

"Agent Scully," Diana nodded.

"Mulder, I can come back later..." Scully offered.

"No, Scully. I'm hungry. Let's go get lunch. Diana was just leaving." Mulder replied looking from Scully to Diana.

Diana didn't move. Scully glance from her to Mulder then turned and left the room.

Diana's gaze followed the two retreating figures, her mind registering the way Mulder's hand cupped Scully's lower back. Almost intimately, his thumb stroking lightly back and forth, the touch spoke volumes. Diana's eyes blazed with an inner fire, the corners of her mouth curving up into a self-satisfied grin as she reached into her blazer pocket.

Diana extracted a small item that looked like a computer chip.

It had been easy, really, to first gain access to Mulder's apartment rewiring his answering machine slightly. Then to slip into the men's room where his suit hung and replace the correct chip with the altered one in Mulder's cell-phone. She held the chip between thumb and forefinger up to the light, in front of her eyes.

'I gave you every opportunity to talk to me, Fox...now we do it *my* way...Without interruptions,' she thought as she pocketed the chip once again.

"Tonight. Fox...tonight," she declared out loud.

* * * * * * * * * *

The man stood across the street, his eyes trained on the two figures emerging from the FBI Building.

'It's *her* it's REALLY *her* after all this time...'

He began to follow the couple until they disappeared into a nearby restaurant and he waited, thinking, remembering...

End Part (2/4)

Earlier the man had been in her apartment, he had gone in everyday for the past two weeks. Learning her routine. It wouldn't be long until someone realized his absence, before they tracked him down, before they would try to take him back.

He knew it was inevitable, he would go back willingly...but not until he *had* her...the one that got away, the one that haunted his dreams, the one he wanted...

Today he had ventured into her bedroom again. Judging by her decor she was very feminine deep inside, even though she hid behind all her well-tailored suits. Walking close to the bed, he picked up a pillow. Pressing his face into it, breathing deeply...

Her scent assaulted his nostrils, the scent of her shampoo; her soap mixed with the subtle odor of her sweat...her essence...

He felt a stirring within him. Something sexual yet beyond. He would make it special for her, he had purchased all the items necessary...

New linens...candles...

He remembered picking out the silken nightgown for her to wear a deep red-burgundy. It was short, but on her it would most likely reach past her knees, two thin straps would allow it to be suspended from her ivory shoulders.

He knew how he would proceed.

She would be facing away from him, handcuffed and gagged, looking into the full-length mirror on her wall. He would slide his hands down her creamy shoulders, her arms, then back up. He would run his hands over the silken material covering her breasts...

His thumbs finding her nipples, making them even more erect and hard. She would be pressing herself into his hands, seeking more and he would not disappoint her...

He had lowered the pillow until he was rocking his groin against it, lost in his fantasy.

He would roughly shove her onto the bed, his hand closed around her slender throat, exposing one breast, he would take the rosy nipple deep inside his mouth...

His movements become more aggressive. Rocking, thrusting into the pillow, faster and faster.

Parting her thighs forcefully, raising the silk baring her flesh to his questing hands and mouth...His head descends, his tongue... probing... licking... suckling...his hands grip her buttocks, pressing her deeper into his mouth...

His eyes snap open as he thrusts into the pillow on last time.

Crawling back up her body he kisses his way almost reverently, paying extra attention to the ugly purple bruises in the shape of fingers marring her elegant throat. He takes her hand, his thumb stroking her nails as he buries his nose in her hair...

Pulling back to look at her face, gazing deeply into her cold dead eyes, he tenderly kisses her lips. Using the back of his hand he wipes the tears now drying on her cheeks away. Before drawing the satin comforter over her now rapidly cooling body...

Placing the pillow back upon the bed he leaves the apartment.

* * * * * * * * * *

Watching...watching them...together...she smiles at him from across the table. The sunrays caught her burnished copper hair as she leaned close to the window, before standing and allowing her companion to assist her with her coat.

Again his eyes followed as the couple walked back to the FBI Building, back to work.

Tonight...he had to complete his plan. He could wait no longer...

Sometime that same day across town...

The Lone Gunmen sat in front of the computer screen, each of them glancing back and forth between themselves...

"We need to call, Mulder, *now*. He needs to know."

"You're absolutely correct, Frohike. With Mulder and Scully no longer being assigned to the X Files."

"Not to mention the fact all the information in the basement being a pile of ashes," Langley jumped in.

"They wouldn't be any reason to notify Mulder and Scully about this particular escapee..." Byers continued.

The three of them looked at the screen one last time before Frohike reached for the phone...

* * * * * * * * * *

After a long day, Mulder didn't think it could get any worse. That is until he found Diana Fowley patiently waiting for him by his apartment door. Sighing audibly, he approached her;

"What *do* you want, Diana? I've had a *long* day and I don't really feel like having company."

"I don't *really* care how bad your day was *Fox* we *are* going to *talk* and I mean *now*."

Mulder stared at her mouth agape before shrugging his shoulders and letting her into his apartment.

* * * * * * * * * *

Scully came into her apartment, turned on her classical music and wandered down the hall into her bathroom. She began to run a bath, adding some of her favorite bath oil under the stream of water.

Retreating temporarily into the bedroom, disrobing she grabbed her robe and towels on the way back to the bathroom. She gently swished the water with her hand before settling in and turning off the taps.

Relaxing fully she didn't notice the music's volume raise slightly or hear the intruder as he set about his ministrations...

* * * * * * * * * *

The gunmen were worried...very worried. They'd left messages on Mulder and Scully's answering machines as well as trying both their cell phones, yet there was now response.

In a unanimous decision they made one final phone call...

* * * * * * * * * *

Diana Fowley sat on Mulder's leather sofa, waiting while he took a shower. It gave her a few moments to reflect on an unusual conversation before leaving the office.

"Agent Fowley."

"Yes, Assistant Director Skinner. How may I help you?"

"By any chance have you seen either Agent Mulder or Scully?" He looked agitated as he spoke.

"I saw both of them around lunch time, sir." Diana frowned slightly as she replied. "Is there something wrong?"

Skinner rubbed the top of his head, thinking before he again spoke.

"I...I don't really think so, but there has been an escape...someone Agents Mulder and Scully put away. He killed his doctor and it is believed he left with a tour group." Skinner paused, "I highly doubt this person would be around here...ah, just if you see Mulder...have him call me. Just to be on the safe side."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Diana...Diana?"

Mulder stood in front of her toweling his wet hair, obviously she hadn't heard him.

"Sorry...Fox," she paused, perhaps wrestling with her conscience. "I was just thinking..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Walter Skinner strode into the X Files office voice booming;

"Agent Spender. You're coming with me...Agent Scully's life may be in danger."

"Sir?"

"Listen, I can't find Agent Mulder and I don't have enough cause to go through channels especially since I am not their direct superior anymore..."

Spender raised his hand in submission;

"You don't need to say anymore, sir. Agent Scully is a co-worker...One I *do* respect and admire. I'll help you."

As Spender and Skinner rush towards Scullys apartment the Lone Gunman are simultaneously heading to Mulders.

* * * * * * * * * *

Scully emerged from the bathroom and stopped dead in her tracks. She slowly made her way closer to her bed.

Black Satin now covered her bed completely, a deep red-burgundy silk nightgown lay in the middle of the bed. A single long-stemmed black rose rested on top of the gown. Candle flames flickered everywhere.

Scully tugged her robe tighter around her before reaching out and fingering the silk. Spotting a note under the rose she took it and began to read...

**This is for you...ONLY YOU...

**Please put it on...I'll be waiting...

**M**

Scully only hesitated briefly before taking the nightgown into the bathroom with her...

* * * * * * * * * *

Pounding, pounding on the door...

"All right...all right already...I'm coming..."

Mulder swung the door open so fast the gunmen nearly fell face first into the room.

"What do *you* guys want?"

"Haven't you checked you're messages?" Frohike exclaimed.

"There weren't any. What's going on?" Mulder's pitch signaled his increasing anger.

Frohike stepped even closer, glaring up at Mulder.

"Dammit, Mulder. We'll tell you about everything on the way. Let's go...Scully may be in danger...Skinner should be arriving there even as we speak."

"Skinner? What?"

"Fox? Is something wrong?" Diana timidly called out from the couch.

Mulder spun around, literally dragging Diana out the door.

"No, Diana, just, just go home...I've got to go with the guys...now."

Mulder slammed the door shut, before jogging down the hallway following Byers, Langley and Frohike.

Diana stood there mouth agape, realizing she didn't have her purse or coat. Sighing she reached into her pants pocket and drew out a lock-pick, quickly unlocking Mulder's door and slipping inside.

* * * * * * * * * *

How much time had passed?

Thirty minutes? Sixty minutes?

Skinner and Spender arrived in front of Scully's apartment door, guns drawn and ready.

There was no discussion, no reproach when Spender unlocked the door silently and efficiently, with a bureau standard issue lock-pick.

Quietly they entered, Skinner moving towards the bathroom, Spender towards the bedroom. Skinner had just started to enter the room when Spender yelled;

"You sick, FUCK!"

A single gunshot rang out...

* * * * * * * * * *

Mulder and the Gunmen pulled up in front of Scully's apartment building. Mulder sprinting towards the entrance door. He had just hit the interior hallway when he heard the shot...

Heart pounding, Mulder made it to Scully's apartment door within seconds. Skinner stood cell phone in hand relaying information.

Jeffrey Spender came walking down the hall from Scully's bedroom...A split second and Mulder went ballistic. He had Spender by the throat and thrown against the wall...

"What the HELL? What are YOU doing? Where's Scully, you little bastard? You're gonna tell me!"

In the short amount of time it took for Skinner and the Gunmen to wrestle Mulder off Spender, he had almost lost consciousness. Now free Spender dropped to his knees drawing in great gulps of air.

"Agent Mulder...STOP!" Skinner spoke into Mulder's ear as he continued keeping him in a chokehold.

Skinner felt Mulder calming, his breath even out, and let go...

"Mulder. Get a hold of yourself. NOW. Agent Scully is going to need you to be calm and strong...she won't let either one of us near her..." Skinner paused, "I'm not sure if she'll even let you..."

"Did he?" Mulder let the question hang in the air.

"I don't know exactly what he did. I think we got here before anything went too far...Mulder, you should thank Agent Spender. He's dead...he won't be going back to jail...it's over."

Mulder's eyes were downcast; he swallowed hard with the knowledge that it was Spender. Spender had saved Scully's life. Spender had killed that death-fetish bastard.

Guilt reared its ugly head...

'It should have been me...I should have been the one...I've let Scully down again.'

Shaking his head Mulder began waling towards the bedroom, ignoring Jeffrey Spender who still sat against the wall. He couldn't bring himself to apologize or thank Spender until he was sure Scully was really all right.

Knocking lightly on the door Mulder entered. Mulder's heart stopped beating for a second, taking in Scully's posture. As she sat facing the window, in a chair still wearing the silk nightgown...

Retrieving a blanket from the other chair in the room, the same chair he had occupied on a dark night that seemed so long ago, he cautiously approached her...

Mulder instantly regretted studying Scully so closely. His treacherous body becoming inflamed by the sight of her nipples pushing against the silken fabric.

Gently he draped the blanket over her shoulders and knelt down, one hand on her back the other grasping her hand. Scully didn't move, it was almost as if she wasn't even there...

Mulder stayed silent, lending her his strength and presence. He was dimly aware of Skinner ordering the clean up of the body from Scully's bedroom. He wasn't sure how much time had passed.

It became almost eerily quiet, Skinner touched Mulder's shoulder. Mulder stood surveying the room. He noticed the room held absolutely no trace of anything being amiss, even Scully's bed had been re-made with her own linens. Not a speck of blood could be seen...

"Mulder? Perhaps you can get her to the hospital? She needs to be checked out..." Skinner turned to the small figure in the room.

"I'm *fine* sir." Scully looked pointedly at the two men.

Skinner sighed, nodded, patted Mulder on the back and left. Mulder watched Skinner go, before returning his attention to Scully whom had resumed her previous position.

Tentatively Mulder again knelt beside her;

"Scully?" He gently nudged her chin with his fingers till she looked at him. "I'm...so...sorry..." His voice broke.

Mulder knew it probably wasn't the wisest move but he took her in his arms, his face pressed into her stomach. How long he stayed there he didn't know, but then her fingers were gently running through his hair stroking unconsciously...

"I'm *so* tired, Mulder...I just don't know if I can sleep..." Her voice was soft, weary.

Wordlessly Mulder stood taking her hands. Leading her to the bed. Scully flinched visibly.

"It's okay, Scully," his tone soothing. "I'll be here."

Scully stretched out, pulling the blanket around her, she watched as Mulder sat in the chair she had just vacated. Closing her eyes, feeling safe, she welcomed the darkness...

* * * * * * * * * *

Sometime later, Mulder had rushed to Scully's side, waking her from a nightmare. He had shed his T-shirt being more comfortable in just his sweatpants.

She had fought him briefly. Before she was fully awake, the demons from the nightmare refusing to let her go. Now Scully was curled up next to him, her head resting over his heart, her left hand stroking his ribcage lightly.

"Mulder..." she mumbled into his chest.

"Hmmm..."

"I...I thought it was you..."

Mulder frowned.

"What? Scully?" He gently prodded.

"The note...he signed it...M...I thought...you..." She trailed off, a shudder running through her body.

"I'm sorry...Scully...just sleep, now...shhhh..." Mulder whispered soothingly, tightening his arms around her.

Mulder kept stroking her hair. Soon her breathing became even. Rolling over onto her left side Mulder followed, pulling her close against his body, spooning around her. Kissing the top of Scully's head Mulder quickly followed her into dreamland...

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WARNING...WARNING...NC-17 Situation AHEAD

OPTIONAL (SEXTION) RST Forthcoming

NOTE: You can totally disregard this section and still have the same storyline.

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A few minutes later, Mulder felt Scully trembling.

"Mulder?"

"Yeah...Scully?"

"Mulder...he touched me..."

Mulder rose up on his elbow, keeping his other arm around her waist for the moment. His eyes held sadness in them...and regret.

"Mulder? His touch...help me?"

"Anything, Scully...tell me...how to help you..."

Scully turned her upper body slightly, catching and holding Mulder's eyes. One hand cupped his cheek gently...

"Touch me...Mulder...make me forget his touch...I..." She blinked as a single tear made its way down her cheek.

Mulder turned his head, kissing her palm.

"Scully...where? Show me..."

Scully turned her head away, using her hand she lightly stroked her neck...her shoulder...her side...her hip...in one fluid motion.

Mulder stopped her hand, entwining their fingers briefly.

Mulder's fingertips gently stroked the side of her creamy neck, his lips impulsively following, just brushing in the lightest of touches...tenderly...

"Here?"

"Yes..."

Scully drew in a ragged breath as Mulder's fingers and lips continued onward to her shoulder. She felt him sliding the strap out of his way, causing her right breast to some into view...

"Here?"

"Yes..."

Scully gasped when she felt Mulder move form her shoulder to her breast, his finger drawing a circle around her nipple before his lips closed around it...

"Mulder..." She arched slightly, her breath becoming increasingly labored, her heartbeat rising.

Heaven...this is heaven.

Mulder continued sucking on Scully's nipple while his hand began to wander lower down her side...her hip, using his fingers to raise the silk higher...

She felt Mulder's lips moving slowly south, following the earlier path of his fingers...

"Mulder?"

"Forget...Scully...forget," he whispered across her skin, his breath warm and moist.

Mulder rested between Scully's legs, prying them gently open. Using his thumbs he pressed her outer folds away, exposing her fully. He could smell her scent, his rock hard penis twitched in response...

His head descended, his tongue flicking the right side of her clitoris...up and down...up and down...

"Mul...der," she panted.

Scully's hips began to undulate ever so slightly, searching...needing...wanting...the climax swept over her...gently like an ocean wave cresting upon the sand...

Mulder stopped, gently turning Scully onto her right side before he began again...

Mulder's fingertips gently stroked the side of her creamy neck, his lips impulsively following, just brushing in the lightest of touches...tenderly...

"Here?"

"Yes..."

Scully drew in a ragged breath as Mulder's fingers and lips continued onward to her shoulder. She felt him sliding the strap out of his way, causing her left breast to some into view...

"Here?"

"Yes..."

Scully gasped when she felt Mulder move form her shoulder to her breast, his finger drawing a circle around her nipple before his lips closed around it...nipping at little this time...

"Mulder..." She arched slightly, her breath becoming increasingly labored, her heartbeat rising.

Mulder continued sucking on Scully's nipple occasionally using his tongue flicking just the tip. His hand wandered lower down her side...her hip, using his fingers to raise the silk higher...

She felt Mulder's lips moving slowly south, following the earlier path of his fingers...

"Mulder...Mulder"

"Scully...feel me...remember my touch," he whispered across her skin, his breath warm and moist.

Mulder rested between Scully's legs, she had opened them willingly this time. Again using his thumbs he pressed her outer folds away, exposing her fully. Her arousal assaulted him, making his mouth water his penis still unbearably hard.

His head dipped, his tongue flicking only the left side of her clitoris...up and down...up and down...

"Mul...der," she panted. "Mulder..."

Again her hips began to undulate without her consent, searching...needing...wanting...another climax swept over her...

After her second orgasm Mulder stayed with her, now focusing his attention on the base of her reddened clitoris. The nub still able to bring release...left and right...left and right...slowly...

"Ohhh...Mul...der," she moaned, her hips moving side to side now.

Again the tide swept her away...

Scully felt the rising again, Mulder had moved to the top of her swollen nub still using a left and right motion...still slow...

So slow...left and right...over and over...

Left and right...stroking...

Mulder felt her contract again beneath his tongue. Her moans and breathy gasps were driving him slowly insane. Scully's clit was still engorged, still throbbing.

Mulder stepped up the pace. Circling the nub again and again...

"Mulder..."

Counter-clockwise...over and over...

"God...Mulder..."

Now using the flat of his tongue...long strokes...up and down...

"Mul...der..."

The wave cresting...

Mulder pulled back, Scully continued to rock her hips; he could see her clit...pulsing...

"Ohh...ohh...God."

Licking his lips once, he seized her nub and...

"MUL..."

Sucked...HARD...

"DER..."

Crashing...

Mulder kept on drawing her clit deeper and deeper into his mouth, his hands somehow managing to hold Scully's hips against his face during the onslaught...

"Uhh...Mulder...God...Mulder..."

She couldn't control her body it was frightening in its intensity. Her groin still pulsing, contracting...Mulder's suckling, drawing the sensations out...

Slowly Scully came back to herself. She could no longer feel Mulder's touch. Raising her head she saw him on his knees, sitting back on his haunches, his breathing labored.

Scully rose, also kneeling, before him she reached out...

"Don't." Mulder caught her hand in mid-air.

Her startled gasp, causing him to wince as her released her, hanging his head he spoke;

"I'm...sorry...Scully."

"Mulder...I need to..."

"I can't...Scully...I can't..." He shook his head...pleading.

Scully reached out again, this time going to the waistband of Mulder's sweats.

"Scully?"

"Yes...Mulder...all of you...only you..."

Mulder raised himself slightly allowing Scully to draw the sweats over his erection. She bent down kissing the tip...

"Scully..." He gasped, his fingers running through her hair.

"Scully...you...you don't want this...me? Are you sure?"

Rising up on her knees, one hand on his shoulder the other still on his penis...

"Yes...Mulder...I do." She smiled wickedly.

Mulder began to shake harder as Scully oh...so...slowly lowered herself on him...inch by inch...by inch...

Teasing him with slowness...

"Ahh...Scully."

It was agony. He was only halfway inside of her slick passage...she was so...tight...hot...and wet...her hands caressed his cheeks; she was trying to relax, fully...

Mulder was...well...big...very well-endowed and it had been so long since anyone...

A very unladylike grunt escaped her throat as Mulder grasped her waist and thrust up into her while slamming her down...down...

Impaling her in one stroke...

"Sc...Sc..Scully."

Her forehead dropped into his neck, her lower muscles protesting slightly, twitching with the sudden invasion...

Smiling to herself she pulled back, looking deeply into Mulder's desire filled eyes...

She started moving her hips...clockwise...circles...

"Scully..." gasped Mulder.

Then a rippling movement, forward and back like the most exotic belly dance...over and over...

"Oh...Mulder..."

She returned to the circles, counter-clockwise...round and round...

round and round...

Round and up...

Round and down...

"Scully...my God...are you trying to kill me?"

Mulders whole body began to quake trying to maintain control...

Scully lifted up, kissing his forehead, thumbs stroking his temples. She gasped when he turned his head, her thumb landing on his full bottom lip still stroking as he sucked it into his mouth...

"Let go...Mulder...don't hold back..." she pleaded.

His hands still on her waist he began thrusting in earnest, deep hard thrusts...Slamming her down...harder...faster...harder...

"Mulder...God...ohh..."

She was on her back; Mulder held her hips aloft, her shoulders pressing into the bed with each thrust...

"Scully."

Thrust...

"Scully."

Thrust...

"God...Scully..."

He lowered her hips down as he continued his movements, his hands on either side of her head. Mulder lowered his lips to her nipple sucking deeply...intently...

"Mulder."

Scully arched up with the added sensation...

Thrust...thrust...

"Ahh...Mul...der..."

She exploded like an atomic bomb, clamping down on him...

"Scu...lee..."

One last jerk forward and his orgasm was upon him, his balls contracting, her tight walls milking him over and over...It was like a dam bursting he could still feel his hot semen being jettisoned into Scully's womb...

Mulder collapsed to the side pulling Scully with him. Her vagina still contracting, his penis still throbbing deep inside her...

They both fell asleep, legs entwined; their lower bodies still connected in the most intimate of joining.

Fully relaxed the sandman came to claim them. Both drifted away.

Mulder wanted to kiss Scully's perfect lips...

Scully wanted to kiss Mulder with all her passion...and love...

They wanted to plunge into each other's mouths, tongues dueling...

Breath mingling...

Yet, their lips still did not meet as they were carried away...

* * * * * * * * * *

Jeffrey Spender sat at his desk completing his account of the shooting. He shook his head, thinking about the monsters that filled society. Monsters like...

Donnie Pfaster...

Agent Scully is safe.

Spender looked up when the door opened. The man entered the familiar stench of cigarette smoke following him.

Picking up the report Spender had just printed and signed, reading, Cancer Man scowled;

"Interesting...Agent Scully is a problem, son. Why didn't you just well...you know..."

"Look you sick old bastard...no one deserves to be violated like that son-of-a-bitch intended to do to Agent Scully. She is a good agent and person."

Cancer Man's eyebrows raised as an idea formed within him...

Surprised at his son's outburst...

"Calm down, son," he paused. "If I didn't know better, I would think you had some sort of feeling for Agent Scully..."

Spender looked down...

"Well, well that *is* all right my boy," he removed a cigarette and lit it, drawing deeply. "Very interesting indeed...your, um, infatuation could prove to be useful...very useful."

Spender stared as his father walked out...

* * * * * * * * * *

Morning came quickly. Mulder stirred, jolting upright when he realized Scully wasn't beside him...

"Scully?" he called out as he searched.

He read the note she had left him on the table.

**Mulder,

I'll be at the office giving my statement.

Thank you, for giving me your strength and

support last night.

**Scully

Mulder folded the note, tossing it in the wastebasket before going back to the bedroom.

Staring at the bed he let the tears fall...Remembering how she felt in his arms...the feel of her hair beneath his cheek...

The smell of her skin...the taste of...

* * * * * * * * * *

At the office later that day, Mulder cornered Scully.

"Scully? Don't you think we should *talk* about what happened...last night?"

Her blue eyes held his unflinching gaze;

"Mulder, I just want to put it behind me."

Mulder paled his breath catching. Scully touched his hand, concerned with his sudden whiteness.

"I wanted to forget Donnie Pfaster and you helped me...Mulder. Thank you just doesn't seem to be enough. It's hard for me to ask for help, you know that."

"Scully?"

"Let me finish. You made me feel safe when I felt unsafe. Mulder you didn't condemn me for my weakness. you helped me regain my strength, my control and my confidence."

Mulder looked deeper into Scully's eyes...

"Scully? Do you...regret...being in my arms?" His voice breaking as he uttered the question.

"Never...never, Mulder. You comforted me. I would have done the same, I *have* done the same for you"

Mulder looked incredulous.

"Comfort? Was that..."

He trailed off as Skinner appeared.

"Agent Scully...why are you still here?"

"I don't know what you mean, sir."

Skinner turned to Mulder.

"Mulder, see that she gets home...okay."

"Uh, yes sir." Mulder hedged.

"Sir, there isn't any reason for Kersh to chew my ass out let alone Mulder's. I'm perfectly able to get back to work. I need to keep busy. I appreciate your concern, but I don't *need* it."

With that declaration Scully turned and walked away, leaving both men watching her go. Skinner looked at Mulder intently, studying his sloped shoulders, his air of defeat;

"Mulder...are you? Is everything all right?"

Mulder wouldn't meet Skinner's eyes.

"Yeah...I'll be *fine* sir."

Mulder turned and walked after Scully, the confusion and sadness unmistakable in his gait...

The End...

Authors Notes: If you read the entire story I have left it up to you to decide if the sexual act actually occurred. It could have been Mulder or Scully dreaming, but I think I tend to lean that it was Mulder. Or if they actually had intercourse then why is Scully acting like nothing happened between them...Questions...questions...I might just have to do a follow-up...maybe...