The knock on the door startled her and she glanced at the clock out of habit – not because she was expecting anyone. It read 10.00pm. As she headed to the door the knock sounded again a bit more urgent this time.

"I'm coming," she called out.

"Hurry Scully," It was Mulder.

"Hey," she said raising an eyebrow in question as he entered. She shut the door and turned to him. He had an unreadable look on his face. She licked her lips nervously and he watched her every move. She suddenly felt like a rabbit caught in headlights.

"Scully… Do you like the blouse you are wearing?" Puzzled she looked down. Did he think she had made a bad choice today?

"Yes I do Mulder… What do you-" before she could even finish her sentence she was pinned against the door and his hot lips were on hers. She opened her eyes wide in shock and it took her a moment to realize she was kissing him back. She closed her mouth quickly and went to push him away but he instead pressed his weight into her and she felt him hard against her stomach. She groaned aloud and he needed no more encouragement. He began kissing her again, harder even than before and she felt herself going limp and putting all her energy into their kiss. Had she ever kissed him before? She didn't think so.

"Dana…" He said, his voice rough from desire. "I'm sorry." He went to pull away his eyes suddenly looking worried. She wasn't sure what to do now. Did he want her? Or didn't he? She could see the bulge in the pants he wore and she grabbed his wrist pulling him back to her with all her strength. She misjudged or maybe he was moving towards her as she tugged but suddenly he was slamming into her and she bumped her head against the door. She shook her head to clear it and wound her arms around his neck pressing herself against him.

"I want you Mulder," she turned her eyes to his and then let her gaze travel down to his lips. He dropped his hands to her rear and held tightly pushing her against him. She gently moved and it was his turn to groan. He kissed her once more this time his hands slipped up and began untucking her blouse from her skirt and she shivered with delight at the feel of his warm fingers against her bare skin. How many times had she fantasised about fucking her partner? Was this even real?

"I'm sorry," this time he said it against her lips and then without further ado he literally ripped her blouse down the front. He took a step back to take her in and she felt cold without him close, her body throbbed. She wanted him so badly right now, more than ever before.

"Bedroom?" She asked. She would have done anything to have his body against her again.

"Right here," he stepped forward and helped her hike her skirt up. He slipped down her panties with such ease and as he did it his fingers touched her inner thighs making her wonder if she was going to orgasm before he even touched her. She kicked them off her foot and somewhere to the side and he began kissing her again. She wished she'd kissed him long ago. He really, really knew how to kiss a girl. She unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear. He didn't even bother kicking them away he just lifted her up and she put her weight on his shoulders as he lowered her onto him.

Pain and pleasure rocked her body and she could honestly say it was the hottest sex she had ever had in her life. All the built up sexual tension between them turned their first time having sex into a frenzied fuck rather than showing their love for each other they showed their passion for each other. He fell to his knees when they had both come – simultaneously as well – and she went down to the floor with him. She found she was panting and was pleased to discover he was too, it had been a long time since she had been with a man. She was worried she was the only one who felt this overwhelmed.

"Fuck Scully,"

"I think we just did," she grinned. His eyes lit up in a way she had rarely seen and he smiled too.

"That was…"

"Mind blowing?"

"Come here…" He suddenly looked worried and stood up helping her to her feet. He gently lowered her skirt and she stood dumbly as he raised his underwear and then pants. "Come," he repeated and led her over to her couch.

"What is it Mulder?" Oh God, he regretted it. She knew she should feel used – but instead she felt disappointed. She wanted to have sex with him again, and again and again. How could he not have enjoyed that?

"I don't think I've ever fucked someone and felt like that before," he admitted brushing his sweaty hair from his forehead and then reaching for her hand and kissing it. "Jesus Scully…" She smiled again, relief flooded through her.

"Well I'm not sure what made you come over tonight but I'm certainly glad you did." She crawled onto his lap and curled up her head resting on his shoulder. He cradled her and she breathed in the smell of them both mingled together and savoured it.

"I should have asked first." He admitted. "I just… I was thinking about you and I realized I just had to come over. There was no harm in trying. Well there was…" He trailed off. "I didn't want to lose our partnership…"

"I get what you mean," she told him – saving him from rambling anymore. She tilted her head up. "And I just hope you can do that to me again." She said giving him a slow, seductive smile.

"Oh," he said huskily and she felt a twitch beneath her bum. "You probably won't be able to walk for a while,"

"Good," she told him honestly. She didn't care if she couldn't walk for a week. She wanted him more than she had wanted anything else in her entire life.

The End.