Part Three: Love in a Bottle (NC-17)

By xenoprobe

Mulder helped me off with his jacket and I felt a sudden chill sweep over me. I wandered over to the large bed without looking back at him and sat down, sinking into the plumped covers.

"Uhh... I think I'll go get changed." Mulder offered. I nodded, then he disappeared into the sitting room. It wasn't long before I heard him walk back through to the bathroom and start the shower. I laid back into the inviting bed and closed my eyes to reflect upon the day. I wondered why only now, was I feeling so relaxed, so unafraid of my own feelings for Mulder, after all the years? I 'd suppressed so much pain and so many overwhelming feelings that, until two days ago, I'd have been content to leave buried. With the sounds of water pelting his skin seeping from under the bathroom door along with steam and fresh scent, I felt safe.

I prepared some clothes to put on after my own shower and approached the bathroom door.

"Mulder?"

"Yeah." He answered with what sounded like a mouthful of water.

"Just leave the water running ok? I'm going to have a shower myself." There was no answer. "Is that alright Mulder?" I waited a few more seconds. The door swung open right in front of me and I was nose to chest with a clean bare-chested Fox Mulder.

"Its all yours Scully..." He smiled broadly and side stepped me, smoothing his moist hand down my sleeve. I disrobed and stepped into the shower, letting it rain on me, soaking me thoroughly. The last of my guarded resolve washed away from me and down the drain. My skin grew hotter and I cooled the temperature a bit but it did nothing to temper the rising heat I was succumbing to. I finished quickly, recognizing that I'd rather be relaxing with Mulder than showering alone. Slipping into my cream satin p.j's, I re-entered the bedroom. Mulder was seated quietly in a chair, slightly obscured by shadow and lamplight from the window across the room.

"Feel better Scully?" If he only knew how loaded a question that was.

"Yes- I think... yes." I slid back onto the bed. "Have you had this room since you got here Mulder?"

"Yup."

"How's the bed for sleeping?"

"Good."

"Better than a couch, I'd imagine." Had I really said that out loud?

"I imagine so, I haven't tested the couch yet. But you know me, the couch is always home." I could see a smile tugging at his lips even from across the room. "Guess I should go find out... g'nite Scully." He stood and headed for the door that would divide us.

"You don't have to go." I said quietly, hoping it was enough for him to hear, to understand. He stopped in mid-reach for the door handle. He heard me. Mulder's face, when he turned to me, was like no other expression I'd ever seen on him, it was of hope. He walked slowly over to the bed, closing the space that separated us and just stood there.

"What did you say Scully?" His voice was so gentle.

"I said- don't go." I found myself staring down at my hands, suddenly fascinated by them as they rested in my lap. I felt his weight press down on the bed beside me and he pulled a stray lock of my hair aside, pinning it behind my ear. He leaned in, trying to see my face. When I finally gathered the muster to look, I turned and was caught nose to nose with him. "Mulder I-" He pressed a finger to my lips and shook his head 'no'.

"Let me say something Scully. Let me do this." I nodded- his touch still warm against my mouth. "Something happened last week that sent me down here after you. I realized just how stupid I've been, for years now. I've worried for so long about how to tell you, to show you what are to me. I needed to do something that would make you understand and thought that the perfume would somehow translate my feelings..." He opened his palm against my face, I was on fire.

"Mulder." I mumbled against his hand.

"Madame Deneuve was right you know." I lowered the weight of my head into his hand, leaning into his touch as his slender fingers wove into my hair. "There is love in that bottle. I just knew that my sister's keepsake somehow truly belonged to you. Maybe its because I remember Samantha as a happy child on the beach with the smell of the ocean and tanning oil on our skin. Maybe it just makes sense that the two things I love in this life are now joined. I've always thought of the sea when you're near me. Deep, blue, mysterious, full of the unknown. I see that when I look into you Scully, like you could cradle me on gentle waves or let me drown in darkness, you have that power." I couldn't breath listening to him like this. His face was cast downward in earnest, still stroking my hair and face. "I was standing there describing you in that perfume shop and was a million miles away, somewhere with you. I could smell you as if I'd just buried my nose in your neck and the words just kept coming. I couldn't hold back. I could hold nothing back..."

"Don't. Don't hold it back from me anymore. Mulder I-" I was crying. "I've never felt so much joy, or confidence as I did when she handed me that bottle of perfume. I thought I was just being silly but every time I inhaled the fragrance, I thought of you. I thought of us. I was filled with love and knew that the next time I saw you I was done with repressing my feelings. I've let go of the fear Mulder. It's gone."

"Scully..." He looked up again and I saw his tears too. "I love you Scully." With his declaration, he slipped his arms around my waist and kneeled before me on the floor hugging my tummy and crying softly. He tipped his head back up to me and said it again: "I love you."

I cupped his face with both my hands and did my best to wipe away stray tears with my thumbs. "Oh Mulder, I love you too, I really do." I shook my head as if assuring a child, calming him, soothing him. I realized quickly that it was he who would quiet us both. Mulder stood up, never letting go, holding me with one strong arm wrapped around my body and bringing his other hand to my face. I slid to the edge of the bed as he stood to full height and he gripped my face in a firm hold. The tears were gone. So was the uncertainty. His mouth descended upon mine…

There was a time when I dreamed of this moment being filled with soft, satisfying kisses. I would imagine long, slow, languid movements full of tenderness. That idea was thrown out the window, and sent crashing against the cobblestone of Frenchman Street then moment Mulder's lips touched mine. All I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears and the foreign sounds of our moans. I couldn't help it. I couldn't help myself. His full lips were hard and soft all at once, claiming me, making me his own. If I could have broken the kiss I would have told him I'd been his all along but I was lost, dazed by the roll of his tongue inside my mouth.

The kiss was insistent, urgent, demanding and the sensation of his voice vibrating in my open embrace was setting off bells and whistles everywhere in my neglected body. I felt my temperature rising with each infliction of his lips. His lips. Those pouty, pillowed lips that were devouring mine were all I'd dreamt they'd be. I was groaning softly in his arms, letting the kisses penetrate me. He was wild with determination and I could feel his energy pulsing off his skin. He pulled away quickly.

"Scuhllee..." He breathed. It was all I could do to not pass out. "God Scully-" He descended on me again, furiously. I was physically forced back into his hold as our kissing spun into a swirl of need, hunger and something much deeper- love. His fingers worked their way through my hair; his tongue dueled with mine and smoothed over my stinging lips every so often. I was weakened with desire yet completely empowered by our shared union. He loved me. I think I'd always known but was unwilling to let my own feelings surface enough to acknowledge it. Now we were intertwined in arms and tongues and lips, kissing madly.

His body stood positioned between my legs, I was still sitting at the edge of the bed. He towered over me but was never so forceful as to tip the balance of our entanglement. His hands raked gently down my arms, his lips nipped and pushed against mine. Somewhere in my mind I think I was chanting 'Mulder, this is Mulder...' I reached up his body, smoothing my palms over his chest and felt his nipples go hard under the cotton of his tee shirt. I had to touch his skin.

I broke the kiss and felt our bodies stumble a beat at the loss of each other's lips. I tugged his shirt, pulling him in close then lifted the hem as far as I could reach. I smeared an open kiss against his stomach and could feel him get hotter. He removed the offending garment and tossed it aside. I kissed and licked at his flesh, feeling assured and needy. I wanted to taste it all, savour it all. I got up on my knees on the bed and continued my upward sweep of his sweet skin. I let myself linger over his nipples, flicking my tongue against each of them, teasing him. Mulder's hips rotated under my attentions and I couldn't resist the smile that curled at my lips.

Mulder's hands came down over the sides of my face and pulled me away from my ministrations. He looked at me strangely for a moment as if trying to get a grip on the situation. Every touch, every whisper and movement was new. Six years of our intimate partnership had done nothing to prepare us for this; I could see that very thought cross over him before he shed it to kiss me again. I will never find the words to convey just how strong and lustful Mulder's kisses are. It's as if everything he is goes into each union of our parted lips. I should have expected that depth of passion knowing Mulder as only I do.

I could feel Mulder pressing me back into the pillows and sheets. Our kiss never broke as he lowered me to the bed. Then he pulled away and hovered over me, just staring.

"What is it Mulder?" His expression was so tender, like he was in awe.

"You're beautiful Scully. Have I ever told you that?"

"You said so earlier but you tell me often Mulder, you tell me in your regard, in your eyes, I can see it."

"Can you really, Scully? Can you see yourself through my eyes? I wish you could..." He slowly started to trace the gentle pads of his fingers over my face. I closed my eyes at the touch and listened to the cradling sound of his voice. "Your hair Scully... I have fought the need to touch it, run my fingers through it everyday for years now. I look at you in the sunlight sometimes, watching how the light sets you aglow. And your eyes, I'm lost in them. You have such power. Do you know that? Scully, your eyes can break me, can break anyone who really looks into them. I've seen the effect on Skinner and some of our suspects... they relent under your gaze." I felt him draw near me and breathe in. "You really are from the sea." His lips brushed against mine, not in a kiss but in a slow dragging movement over me, stealing my breath. "Scuhllee..." He murmured against me. I wanted to cry with repletion. I reached my hands up into his hair and combed my fingers across his scalp. "Your lips," he spoke with his mouth still pressed against mine, "they consume me... I spend hours watching you speak, even when you're angry, your mouth is still soft and inviting. If you really knew how beautiful you are through me, you'd smile more Scully, your smile warms me." I smiled into his slow kiss. "So beautiful Scully, so beautiful."

I felt his fingers run down my face, tracing absently over my closed eyes and bruised lips. Then I felt a drop upon the corner of my mouth. Unconsciously, my tongue darted out and gathered the salt of Mulder's tear.

"Oh Mulder. No one makes me feel beautiful like this, just you... just you. I love you." His eyes flickered with green and gold flecks; his look was lustful, driven. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and swirled his tongue against mine. I could feel the heat pooling at my core, I felt alive and confident.

"I need to touch you, to feel you Scully…" I unbuttoned my pajama top and let it fall open, exposing my breasts. He cupped them from either side and pushed them together, bringing the hardened peaks of my nipples into his mouth. I let out a long, low groan of approval as his tongue worked over my flesh. I must have been trembling, I was barely coherent. Mulder's skin pressed to me- his arms, his hands and his lips felt luxurious and sinfully good. He was laid out over me, between my legs and must have been aware of how wet I was, with my moistened pajama bottoms pressed against his stomach. He moved lower, peppering me with kisses, my flesh was newly electrified with each brush of his mouth. That wonderful mouth.

The sensation of him whispering my name against the soft skin at my waistband was so sensual, like he was asking permission to move further. I brought my hands down to the elastic and pushed it lower, wriggling the garment from my body. Mulder moved aside enough to allow me to fully remove my bottoms and panties together, then returned to the same position. My hands were splayed out against my tummy and Mulder took each one in his hands and kissed my palms and wrists. I smiled down at him. He slipped two of my fingers into his mouth and sucked them slowly, swirling his tongue at my knuckles and hollowing his cheeks with suction. I was lost. The sight and sensation was so erotic. My free hand slipped away to grip the sheets at my side. I mumbled something like his name but had lost the capacity for speech. He looked up at me with an evil grin across his full lips.

I jumped at the motion of Mulder sliding his hands up my thighs, he was slow and deliberate but I could feel the energy surging from his fingertips. He slid lower down my body, kissing my skin and humming against me until his nose dipped into the curls at my apex. I was frozen with need. I felt him breath in before he blew a puff of air over my over-sensitive flesh. With my legs spread wide and my knuckles white from clutching the bed sheets, Mulder parted my moistened folds with his tongue and licked slowly up to my clitoris. I think I squealed. Whatever the sound was, it incited another long lick from my new lover. Mulder proceeded to tongue my opening without reservation, making soft groaning noises each time my hips rotated to his touch. I was barely aware of anything but the sensation of his mouth on me and our combined whispers and moans. My body was reacting in ways far beyond my control. My fingers twisted themselves into his hair and I urged him closer still. I lifted my pelvis from the bed, thrusting at him each time he teased my clit, it was sheer agonizing ecstasy.

"Ohhh... Muldermuldermulder ohhh..." I wanted to beg but he pulled away slightly.

"S'that feel good Scully?" His voice dripped with torture.

"Mmmmm-yesss..." I hissed in return.

"Want more, or would you like me to stop Scully?" I didn't feel like playing.

"More, I want more." He slid two long fingers deep inside me and I cried out.

"Like that?"

"Mulder... more-oh Mulder..." Through my heavy eyelids I could see the devilish grin on his face as his mouth lowered over my clit for the last time. He began to thrust his fingers into me in deep rotating motions as he flicked his tongue over the nub. He concentrated there, sucking and licking me relentlessly, his hand pumping all the while. I felt the orgasm mounting within me and was powerless to stop it from taking me over completely. I shuddered and shook and called out to him, feeling euphoric and light-headed and full. He slowly stopped and slithered up my body pausing to kiss my navel, my breasts, my collarbone and cheeks.

"Scuhllee. Oh Scully-so beautiful." He whispered against my lips before kissing me. The kiss was furious. His mouth opened to mine, his tongue spreading the flavour of my orgasm over my lips and I sucked it from him hungrily. I pressed myself against him, hard, pushing him back with renewed strength. I kissed him showing him my love with rough kisses and bites at his neck until Mulder was pressed back against the sheets and I hovered above him.

I licked my lips before running my fingers over his chest and down to his waistband. I grabbed the material and pulled his track pants and boxers away almost too quickly but I resolved to take my time to look when he was free of his clothes. His legs were long and muscular; his chest was firm and sloped to his waist where his hips jutted out slightly. He was a beautiful sight and I let out a long breath of air I hadn't noticed I was holding. He was laid back against the pillows, his dark skin against the white sheets looked delicious. He must have seen the hunger in my expression, seen that I wanted him, all of him. Mulder gripped his growing erection in one hand and stroked a few times, spreading the glistening moisture over himself slowly. I was in awe. He was simply gorgeous to watch. I'd never imagined being the voyeur of someone's masturbation but with Mulder it just seemed like yet another perfect way to communicate. I sat astride his thighs with my eyes glued to the vision offered before me. Mulder's hand tightened and pulled his flesh taught to the base then smoothed it up and over the head again and again. I was stuck with wanting to keep watching and wanting to taste him, wanting to feel him fill me inside.

"Scully." His voice was quiet, questioning. I looked up and realized he'd been watching me, watching him. Mulder's face was flushed and his expression was soft and open. He did not stop stroking his cock in fact I glanced down between us and found he'd grown even more erect as we'd been looking at each other. I realized that Mulder was offering himself in this act, exposing his vulnerability and sharing himself in this private intimate way. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in all my life.

"God Mulder you're gorgeous, just gorgeous like this. Don't stop." I leaned in and kissed his eyelids and his nose and his face and lingered at his lips.

"Scully..." He breathed my name against my open mouth. I swallowed his voice in my kiss, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and deepening the embrace with each slam of his fist. I broke the kiss to look down between us again, the sight of him clamped around his thick shaft was overpowering. I looked at him once more, his eyes were closed and his head was thrown back against the pillows. Beautiful just beautiful. I lowered my lips around the head of his rigid penis and took him gently into my mouth.

Mulder froze keeping his fist still at the base of his cock. He was trembling.

"Its ok... its ok Mulder." I whispered before taking a little more in again. He tasted sweet and salty and masculine- aroused. I slipped my little hand around his at the base and urged him to stroke again, with me. We moved together as I took as much as I could into my mouth, relaxing my throat and tightening my lips around him. He was moaning and shivering and calling my name in a long string of sound 'scullyscullyscully...' I was so hot from this contact and the sound of his voice that I had to fight not to reach down between my legs and masturbate myself. In all the years of dreaming about sex with Mulder, never did I imagine him so beautiful like this.

"Scully... ohhhh Scully stop please..." I pulled away and kissed my way up his chest. I licked the salt from his neck and kissed along his jaw line, soothing him. I looked into his eyes and could see storms in them. His pupils were dilated with desire. "I want to come inside. Can I come inside Scully?" Mulder- that voice, my name, his body, that cock, his mouth, those lips...

"Inside. I want you inside Mulder." I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling his erection grow even harder as he slipped into me. It was exquisite. We paused, breathing and feeling and watching each other as the euphoric sensation took over. His large hands gripped my hips and he pushed himself in even further. I let out an approving moan. My hands fell to his chest and I braced myself there for a moment, watching him. Then without warning he pulled out then thrust up into me sending a shock-wave of pleasure through me. I slammed down against him, feeling every inch of him inside me, filling me, giving me life, giving us life. My head fell back as I soaked up the sensations sparking through me. Every movement was magnified by the realization that this was us. It was us making love together in a frenzy of thrusting, moaning and grinding to the rhythm of heartbeats. Finally just us.

I felt something wet hit my hands and realized that I was crying. I looked down at Mulder and could see the hair at his temples glistening with his own tears with the streetlight cast across us. I slowed a little and reached to caress his cheek. He turned into my grasp and kissed my palm openly.

"Scully. Love you. I love you so much." I fell against him feeling my breasts connect to his chest, feeling the spots of my own tears pressed between us. I kissed his jaw and his shoulder-I kissed his lower lip and smiled. "So much Scully..." he whispered into my ear. In an impossibly fluid motion, Mulder flipped us over and drove into me deeply, sparking new heights of ecstasy. I thrust against him in counterpoint, feeling his cock slamming in to the brink. I was full and filled all at once.

"Mulder..." I panted in small breathy puffs. "Mulder... God Mulder I love you." He smiled broadly and kissed me desperately, loosely. "Love you." He grasped my right breast and suckled it fiercely for a moment and I could feel the tremors of my orgasm encroaching. He let it go, kissing and laving his tongue up my neck, tasting the sweat from behind my ear. I was spinning and could see in his eyes that he was close to edge himself. "Come." I urged, he looked at me and smiled crookedly.

"What?" His voice barely above a whisper.

"Come for me Mulder. I want to see you, to feel you come."

"Oh Scully." His entire body went into overdrive as he pounded in and out of me. I felt as if I was tipping off the edge of a great precipice, watching Mulder's expression of concentration. His eyes locked with mine and I kissed the sweat from his upper lip. "Scully. God Scully... so good, you feel so Goddamn good... love...you... Scully..."

In a few deep strokes he was crying out my name, spilling into me in hot bursts, and I... I was screaming. I called his name and God's and was sent flying through a spiral of joy, lost in his eyes. When my orgasm had subsided I realized the Mulder was showering my skin, face, neck, shoulders with tiny reverent kisses. He pressed his forehead to mine, smearing our perspiration together and let out a long sigh before kissing my eyes closed.

"Scully?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"That was... that was everything."

"No Mulder... That was just the first time. We have plenty of time for 'everything'." I couldn't help the smug smile that tugged at my lips. Mulder pulled away and slipped to my side, holding me close.

"How much time, Scully?"

"That depends, I guess." I felt just a twinge of doubt, just a twinge. "Is this just us in New Orleans, or us-"

"Not just New Olreans, Scully. I love you. That comes home with us. I don't know what it means, I just know that I mean it, have always, always will." I relaxed into his embrace, luxuriating in the sensation of being wrapped up in his arms.

"We'll figure it out Mulder..." I closed my eyes and laughed out loud.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing Mulder, I'm just incredibly happy." He let out a belly laugh as well and we giggled in bed with the sounds of soft rain hushing over the French quarter. He nuzzled into my collarbone trying to calm us from our laughter.

"Scully," he began sheepishly, "you still smell delicious."

"I smell like you Mulder, you sweat all over me." I chuckled a little more.

"I think we both did our fair share of perspiring Scully... But I can still smell that perfume in your skin."

"Care to share it some more?" I kissed him soundly, sliding my tongue across his pouty bottom lip. He groaned into my mouth with a sudden renewed hunger.

"Mmm-Scully... Haven't had enough yet?"

"Never... I'm just warming up..." Mulder leaned back, detaching and rolling away from me and splayed himself across the sheets over-dramatically. He looked up to the ceiling and bellowed:

"God I love this woman!" I quickly slipped my hand down over his stiffening cock and gave him a light squeeze and Mulder made a silly howling noise. I wasn't done yet, not by a long shot. With a day left in New Orleans and Mulder in my bed, I had big plans... huge. Most importantly plans on taking care of his erection and the new pooling sensation between my legs. I draped myself over him pressing my center against his thigh. Mulder grabbed me from behind, sneaking a finger between my folds. "Ooo Scully, already..."

He flipped me on my back again ravaging me with kisses and bites and laughter as we rolled and played together until the sun came up over the Mississippi river.

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As I packed away my wrinkled clothes I could smell my signature perfume like a mist around me. I relented to the smile that took me over. Wonderful city, New Orleans... I can't wait to go back.

THE END

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