Title: Or we can burn…

Chapter 4: Livewire

Category: Angst/MSR

Rating: M

Summary: Post Never Again – "…Show me how badly you need me."

Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, and all other X Files related characters belong to Chris Carter, TenThirteen Productions, and FOX Productions. The purpose of this is purely for fluff and fantasy; no profit shall be made minus a few grins or giggles.

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Changes will be notated, if there are any, and please check back for any added chapters.

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Lay me down in darkness
Tell me what you see
Love is where the heart is
Show me I'm the one, tell me I'm the one that you need

Chapter 4: Livewire

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Show me how badly you need me.

The words were ringing in his ears, her arms around his neck, her lips hovering over his skin, the goosebumps only increasing as her breathing patterns became more audible, more ragged. Mulder's hands reluctantly slid upward from the underside of her ass to the small of her back, pulling the fabric of her blouse upward, untucking it the rest of the way from the back of her skirt. She had already done most of the work for him as he realized there were only two buttons needing to be undone. He was mildly disappointed in that realization since he did, in fact, take a great amount of enjoyment out of painstakingly pushing each button free. He liked the tease but he knew that he could adjust his game plan in other ways. He knelt down in front of her, his eyes level with her breasts. She looked down at him, ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed the tender flesh of her stomach and ribs, dragging his lips and teeth along the curve of her ribcage, while his right hand unbuttoned her two remaining buttons. He looked up at her as his hands slid up her arms to her shoulders, where his fingers slid under the fabric to grip it.

Actions, not words, Mulder…show her. He told himself as he dragged the material down her shoulders and pulled the blouse off, discarding it on the floor, not once taking his eyes off of her. There was a certain level of elegance about her even in a state of undress as her bottom lip went immediately into her mouth, posed perfectly between her teeth while he thumbed over all of her newly revealed skin.

"Mmmm…" her skin was covered in goosebumps, the heat and electricity between them was already higher than the previous time based solely on the painstakingly slow seduction that Mulder was clearly employing on her.

He almost wanted her to the point where she could no longer take it—when the begging would ensue and full sentences would completely go by the wayside.

Almost.

"My God, you are so fucking beautiful," He couldn't help but say it as he looked up at her, seeing not a fragile, sick Scully but a thriving, passion filled woman, who held his heart in the palm of her hand since the day she introduced herself to him.

She inhaled sharply as though the air couldn't fill her lungs fast enough and exhaled slowly as his hands slid her pencil skirt down all the way to her ankles all the while she hadn't even noticed that he had already unzipped the back of it, which sent her pulse a little higher. Mulder's hands found her thighs, slowly massaging them, his thumbs dragging upward while his index fingers slid across her pantyhose. She groaned as she watched his every move, unable to take her eyes off of him as she was finding herself wanting him to go faster, harder, and give in but his self-control was far more compelled to stay the course as his hazy gaze found hers. She bit down hard on the corner of her lip and nearly drew blood as she pushed a breath out through her teeth, the last of her willpower staggering like she were three sheets to the wind.

"You're going to bite a hole in your lip, Scully," Mulder was in full tease mode as he nibbled on the spot below her belly button and earned a ragged, low in volume growl from her.

"Oh, my God," he had heard those three little words leave Scully's lips a number of times but none of them sounded quite this shaky or seductive until now.

He marveled at how responsive she had become to his touch—not to touch in general, but to his touch alone. Scully involuntarily began having little spasms under his touch, pressing forward against him almost, craving more. Mulder kissed along the elastic and lace band of her panties at the top, perching forward on his knees a little more, while his hands again found her backside. He gave her ass a firm squeeze, the pads of his fingers almost massaging her in a circular motion, and watched her eyes shut slowly, the heat overwhelming all of her senses. Mulder dragged his fingers upward and then pulled only the nylons down past her knees to the curve of her shins, trapping her legs together in the process. There was more than a little bit of him that was taking joy in feeling every little jolt and undulation brought on by his motions as he let his fingertips glide along her skin, inching upward. Scully let out a loud, short whimper as he lightly slid his fingers up her thighs and squeezed gently along the curve of her hips, encouraging more electricity to flow through her.

"Are you ok?" The question was half rhetorical as he continued to watch her face contort a little bit while short strings of moans were managing to escape between her lips while he made a wavelike pattern with his mouth, alternating between kisses and nibbles along the curve of her belly button.

"Uh huh…" Scully half-melted into a puddle as his thumbs had found her inner thighs and were teasing her panty line, rubbing in an upward semi-circle, creating just enough friction between her legs to beckon another elongated twitch.

Mulder helped her to kick the nylons off and skirt off to the side, creating a pile on the floor of her discarded clothing before rising to a standing position himself. He stood in front of her, hands sliding up and down her arms, begging the already tender flesh to become flush and ripe with goosebumps. She shuddered just a little and looked up at him, eyes half delirious from the energy between them as it only continued to build without slowing. There was more than a hunger as Scully needed him—needed his skin against hers, needed that electricity again, needed to lose the control completely. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossed it aside and pulled her into another fervid kiss that pressed the backs of her legs against her bed with enough of a thud that the springs in the foundation made a gentle groan in the pushback. Scully's fingers found his back and gripped it just a little to maintain balance, standing clear up on her tiptoes to properly drink him in, inhaling his aftershave and the remnants of cologne that she couldn't quite place beyond the deeper amber and spice. Scully's hands were shaking as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and broke their intense lip lock to look up at him as she pushed his jeans down past his hips. He couldn't help but smile a little at her big doe eyes looking up at him, full of sizzling heat ready for him to take over her.

"I thought I was supposed to be showing you something, Scully," He teased, fingers playing with her bra straps, letting them drag below her shoulders before sliding them back into their proper position.

Scully smirked and kissed his the curve of his collarbone, looking up at him, "Just call me eager—I'm impatient, Mulder."

He licked her bottom lip, tasting the remnants of sweet and inhaling the heat from her breath as she tried to pull him in for another kiss. "It'll be worth…every…little…second…that I make you wait."

"Where is Marvin Gaye when I need him?" Scully's voice was a little on the ragged side as both of her knees knocked together.

"You ARE eager," Mulder chuckled, thoroughly tickled by the completely aroused state that she had deviated to.

Mulder took a step back and kept his eyes locked on hers while leaning down just a little to pull his pants the rest of the way off; leaving only his socks and blue boxers as his remaining articles of clothing. Scully couldn't help but smirk a little at the socks as she glanced down but her smirk became an elongated, audible sigh as Mulder allowed his chest to touch her just enough reclaim that gaze while he stepped across his own toes to yank the sideshow article of clothing off of his feet. The air hovered between them and sent a shiver up their spines as Mulder's fingers finally slid the straps of Scully's bra down. He smiled and kissed each shoulder before carefully maneuvering her around until her back was toward him. She looked over her shoulder at him as his fingers found the clasp on her bra and unhooked it in a quick yet gentle motion.

He was awfully good at this, she kept thinking to herself, as there was little to no stutter in his movements. Mulder slid both hands around her waistline and kissed along the back of her neck while each hand went in a separate direction on Scully's body, his eyes catching the occasional glimpse of an open mouth, quiet gasp from her as each sensation was a little more thrilling than the last. His left hand slipped under the lacy, delicate fabric of her bra and guided it away from her body, letting it drop to the floor where it landed on top of her discarded skirt. He could feel her shudder from the absence of that last layer of clothing as the goosebumps formed along her skin, preceding the rosy hue that came alive on her skin. He gathered his fingers across her skin, delicately cupping her left breast and had to inhale sharply as she arched into his hand, inadvertently pressing her ass against him, creating a little more friction against him, inviting more of him.

"Mmmm…my God," Scully moaned, her bottom lip trembling as he teased her nipple with his index and middle fingers, gently rolling it back and forth.

He repeated the same motion with the right side, maintaining that incredibly gifted and sensuous movements that had her more than aching for him. It wasn't the first time but something felt different, felt significantly more painstaking as he was taking all of her in with a slower, studying hand that had her skin trembling with each little caress. She was his muse and his fire all in the same breath as he pushed further, his right hand carefully slipped downwards, in a sloping pattern, finding the upper band of her panties. He lingered there for a moment as her backside slid across his erection just enough to make him nearly jump as he held back, gathering his self-control, before sliding ever so carefully underneath of the delicate fabric until his fingers found that already aching mound of restless energy that was yearning for his touch.

"Mulder," Scully weakened at the knees momentarily, her mouth hanging onto the "Mmmm" sound before she could finish his name, her hands gripping his left arm for balance.

"Yes, Scully?" Mulder nibbled on her earlobe while he continued to rub gentle circles across her lips until they were wet and quivering while her hips did most of her talking.

"Please," Scully's fingers dug into his arm, urging him forward, desperately hoping that her singular, graceless articulation was received and understood.

Mulder could tell that she was dangerously close to the edge as her incapability of speaking more than a single word at a time was highlighted and illuminated. He had his lips dangerously close to her neck, his left hand still teasing already tender, throbbing breasts, intensifying that deep desire that seemed to have no end in sight. He could feel each little muscle beginning to quake as though a wave had driven through her, already creating a path of unbridled energy that only continued to build under each little caress and grip. She shook against his hand, that singular word seemingly enough for him to graciously oblige the begging as he finally slipped his middle finger into her with an agile precision that had her nearly spilling over in an instant.

She was unraveling like pure poetry as the vocalization came out in a series of surprisingly melodic moans, breathy and ragged and nearly matching time with each little pulsating movement of Mulder's fingers. She wasn't used to that strumming but it was slowly erasing the horrors of the past eight weeks and even further as the diagnosis, the abduction, everything bad that had ever happened to her was gone in an instant like scattered ashes. All that was left was her, slowly turning into jelly in his hands yet finding that rhythm in circular undulations as she felt that moment growing close—building from the inside out.

Mulder slipped his index in to join his middle finger and listened as the once individualized moans became one, long cry as she gripped his left arm a little more for balance. The heat was unreal and the sensations were becoming palpable as she could no longer hear anything over the sound of her own heart thudding in her ears. She sucked in a breath and tilted her head back and to the side, looking up at him with hungry eyes as the edge tilted in his favor. She hoped he wasn't talking because she couldn't hear him if he was as she locked gazes with him, his head slowly nodding as though in slow motion. She likened herself to a violin as each note was played, rocking and sliding, gathered and building, taking her higher—teetering close to the strings breaking free.

"Oh my God, Mulder!" Scully's guttural cries met the rush of energy as her meridian was met; the glass tipped over and spilled.

The rush of energy was hot, wet, and pulsating, carrying through her center as his fingers could no longer move by his own volition as her musculature gripped, released, and became overwhelmed by the repetition of spasms. Scully could barely breathe as the sounds went ragged and more spaced out, her hips almost aggressively bucking both backwards and forwards, knocking into Mulder's more than apparent erection in the process. She groaned at the heat he radiated as it met her own, the lack of control becoming problematic as her legs started to shake enough that she no longer felt like they could hold her. Mulder's mouth was against her neck, nibbling at the curve leading to her shoulder, his left index and thumb rolling across her right nipple again, seducing a whimper from her as the wetness between her legs had begun soaking the thin, soft material of her panties.

"Has anyone ever told you that you make the most incredible noises, Scully?" Mulder was so good at this, almost too good at this, as his voice dropped an octave, his bedroom eyes dreamily gazing at her as he pulled his mouth reluctantly from her skin.

Scully couldn't help but smile as she struggled to think beyond the two, incredibly strong fingers playing her like an instrument and the hand at her breasts, her voice already a little hoarse as she grappled with the words. "Mmmm…no, that's a new one, Mulder…ahhhh…fuck…I'll have to remember it."

Mulder felt the last of the orgasmic spasms as the pulsating began to slow as he carefully withdrew his fingers, earning a higher pitched squeak from Scully's lips in the process, but it was worth it. She shuddered with the absence as he glided his palm along her abdomen, slowly creeping up her body, leaving traces of her own liquids like Morse code along her skin. There was brilliance in the methodical seduction that Mulder was deliberately enticing Scully with as he felt her quiver against him again. She was pure, white heat and conductive as every little touch was like a spark of electricity between them, threatening to set them both ablaze without a second's notice and leave them both spent like lit matches. Her hands were in need of all of him as she blindly groped behind her back, hoping to pull him forward, wrap her fingers around him and claim him, moaning into the air.

"Are you trying to tell me something, Scully?" Mulder grunted as she nearly managed to grip onto his boxers in her frantic attempts of copping a feel.

She swallowed hard and suppressed some of the shakiness in her knees for just long enough to tilt her head up at him, sliding her fingers along his cheek, sweat gathering along her forehead. "Lay me down, Mulder…love me hard, love me till it hurts…love me till all of the pain goes away."

It was as though he had been waiting for her to say it, to need it, as he leaned into her, tilting her chin just a little more with his thumb and index until his mouth fit against hers, tongue slipping past her lips until they were mimicking that sweet, sliding movement against each other. He followed the hollow of her neck with the tips of his fingers, descending her body with a gentleness that kept the shivers going while staving off another orgasm that seemed to be waiting and beckoning him already. His hand had a goal in mind as he angled himself a little further down toward her, deepening the kiss and giving himself ample position to slip his hand under her knees, pulling her into his arms. It had never been much of an effort to lift her but something about hearing her unexpected groan while he kept his lips locked onto hers made it that much more familiar, like he had always done this.

She gathered her arm around him and pressed her chest against his, the excess friction like little bolts of lightning as both felt that jolt, the rush, of energy across the surface of their skin. She was highly driven by the tactile as both of her hands were gathered through his hair while her teeth grazed across his bottom lip. The beauty of their positioning was that gathering her into his arms wasn't to carry her out of the room but to be her guide, her lead, the key to her undoing. He could feel her heart beating hard against his chest as he started to lower her onto the cool, fluffy pillows. He reluctantly separated their radiant, passionate lip lock and climbed onto the bed with her, wasting no time in sliding his body between her legs, giving her thighs a firm squeeze as he came up to meet her waiting, open mouth.

She suddenly felt incredibly sorry for her neighbors as the hedonistic cry that came from her lips vibrated through her body, into his mouth, and ricocheted into the headboard as his hips met her pelvis and drove her backwards. She reached back, pressing her fingers along the smooth varnished finish and arched into him, legs wrapping around him like carefully placed vinery. The ache was building again as the heat was searing through her with each little movement he made. Mulder's hands found hers and led her palms away from the headboard, lacing his fingers between hers, pressing her arms into the pillows. Another ragged moan rolled through her with enough energy behind it that she pulled her mouth from his instinctively and tilted her head back, writhing as she felt every inch of him teasing her heat.

"Fuck! Mulder, are you trying to kill me?" Scully made eye contact with him, her breaths staggered as the sweat was now dripping down her forehead.

Her question did nothing but urge him on as he circled his hips a little deeper and gave her a persistent little buck despite how much it was torturing his own sex in the process. "Necrophilia is a felonious crime in the District of Columbia, Scully."

Scully didn't want to laugh but she did as he managed to make a joke while only a pair of wet panties stood between her and getting exactly what she wanted. She was persuasive, though, as she managed to slip one of her hands free from his grip and slide it gracefully between their already overheated torsos. She could already feel the same level of pulsating heat radiating off of him as her fingers rolled beyond his belly button toward his pelvis. She found the waistband of his boxers with little to no effort and slipped her clever little fingers under the material before he could even protest, giving him a gentle yet eager squeeze to catch his full attention.

"Clearly I'm not the only one in need, Mulder," Her touch carried an energy as she moved her fingers just enough to make him jump under her grip.

Mulder stayed locked in that gaze and breathed heavily as her hand found a rhythm stroking him between them, her lip between her teeth as she wiggled just enough to create a slightly larger gap between them. "Ahh, dammit…fuck, Scully."

"Take…them…off…" Scully's alternated nibbling on his bottom lip between each word as her heavy breathing became more intent, more focused, and harder to control.

Mulder grinned and maneuvered backwards, obliging her wishes with a tug of his own boxers, slipping them down until his erection slipped free of the flimsy confines and practically leaped at her. Scully was more than willing to assist in the endeavor of slipping away the last article of clothing that clung helplessly to her body, but Mulder's outstretched hand stopped her as he leaned forward and dragged his teeth along the curve between her breasts. He followed along her ribcage as she arched her back up into him, building more of that heat as he alternated between nibbling and kissing, inciting warmth with every little spot he touched. The movement was nothing more than a distraction as his fingers slid underneath the waistband of her panties, carefully pulling them down beyond her ankles, discarding them with the haphazard remnants of clothing on the floor.

"Well, hello there," Mulder chuckled as she pulled him to her and wrapped both legs around his thighs, grinding her sex up against him.

Scully wrapped her arms around him and dug her fingers along his back, exhorting him further against her, lips against his earlobe. "There's no more time for hellos—or do you need another squeeze to get the idea of exactly what I want, Mulder?"

"Better be careful or you'll end up with a nickname, Scully," Mulder lavished her neck with kisses, randomly setting his teeth against her skin. "I might leave marks somewhere along here…because that's what happens when you are incorrigible."

"Fuck, I don't even care—just keep going," Scully moaned into his ear and felt him teasing her wetness all over again, making her legs shake.

The desire had grown between them to a readied eclipse as Mulder's right hand moved to the spot between them, her heat radiating against him and attracting him like a magnet as he finally began to fill her. She was soaked already, the muscles inside of her firing repeatedly as they desperately pulled him, craving more. Their mouths were close together as she tilted her head up to him, his fingers moving through her hair as his hips found a smooth, rhythmic thrusting action that had them colliding in time, meeting each other with knowing grace. They were more than just bodies in motion as Mulder's fingers found the back of her knee, maneuvering her leg a little higher on his thigh until he was painfully close to her with each little move he made into her. She was already so close as he felt her tighten around him while her lips parted, the moans escaping into the air.

He hadn't planned on going quite this fast as his thrusts had become more than frenzied enough to make the entire bed shake underneath of them, but his attention was on the woman underneath of him who was digging into his back with enough force to leave marks across his skin. The action persuaded a low groan from him as he inadvertently tugged on her hair, craning her head back, the moans becoming fevered, gasping sounds with each drive into her by his hips. She wanted to keep looking up at him but her eyes were almost refusing to stay open as all sensations were overwhelming her and her eyes continually blinked, staying shut as the wave of electric heat drove through her. There was no pain left, no manifestations of jealously, no need to seek comfort or validation from anyone else—just that locked, primed, and capable gaze that spoke volumes of the position that they were in.

"Mulder, I'm so close, so fucking close," Scully made eye contact with him, her mouth open, each word alternating with a heavy whimper.

He drove into her hard and felt the entire bed shudder along with her underneath of him, the impending orgasm literally teetering on the edge of her sex as she gripped him like she were falling over the edge of a ravine. "Don't hold back, Scully, just come for me."

The thought alone could've been enough but the words were somehow more as she felt everything simultaneously cry out within her and grip him hard; losing all control with a second climax that felt like the ceiling may come down on her at any moment. She could hear her half screaming his name then heard her own from his lips as she knew he was finally letting go himself. It wasn't just that he was trying to get her there—he wanted to get her there first and quite literally ride it out of her. She could feel the twitch and watched his eyes roll back for longer than a split second as he nearly lost consciousness himself while he continued to drive in and pull out of her, nearly guaranteeing that she wouldn't be able to walk straight after this. It wasn't even debatable as she felt the ache reaching from her core.

Mulder rolled onto his back, guiding her onto his chest while staying buried to the hilt inside of her wetness. Both of her knees were on either side of him nearly entirely against the mattress, the sweat glistening all over her while she gathered herself in a nearly seated position, chest heaving, her heart half racing. He stared up at her in the straddling position and smirked, biting down on his lip, as he felt her hips circling just enough to show him that she wasn't ready to give in to the exhaustion. She was almost in a trance as she gazed down at him, her ribcage peeking out at him with every desperate pant that came from her lungs. Mulder was almost blown away at her stamina and found himself shocked at the fact that she had already started stirring another erection with a few gentle yet commanding turns of her hips around him.

Mulder was breathing hard, the audible gasps becoming longer and louder as she started to lift her hips as she turned them, riding him just enough to create a sense of urgency all over again. "Speaking of trying to kill…seeking a little payback, Scully?"

Scully shook her head, her eyes slowly blinking as her rhythm was very much her own and had an incredibly sensual, bordering on teasing speed as she only created enough space between them to slide back down with a wicked slowness that had him making a fist. She was perfectly aware of what it was doing to him and part of her wanted it to be payback but she also felt herself grazing the precipice of an orgasm that had already started to build the moment the previous came to an end. She wanted to prolong it, drag it out a little, and make the almost painful sensation worth it all over again. It was as if she didn't want it to end—she just wanted that closeness, that near perfection that she felt when her passion could envelope him.

"Not payback, Mulder, I just don't want to stop," Her thighs were shaking again as she faltered for a long moment, gathering her fingers along Mulder's chest until both hands were at his abs.

"Fuck…holy…God, don't stop," Mulder was groaning through his teeth as he gripped her hips and bucked up into her.

Scully's balance was remarkably good as Mulder's hips drove into her again while she was doing her best to control the speed with her considerably more rhythmic circular movements, her breasts gently bouncing along with her. "Mulder, you're going to break me in half and I'm on top—slow down."

Mulder shook his head with a certain fervor and moved his hands up Scully's body until he was caressing her already hard as a rock nipples as they bounced above him. "Mmmmm, no way, Scully…being on top doesn't mean you're in control."

"You're not going to try having me call you Daddy, are you? Because that's fucking weird as shit, Mulder," Scully was moaning as his hands worked her over while his hips continued to interrupt her careful precision, causing her to bounce more intensely on his now fully restored erection. "Fuuuck."

"I'm so glad you're on top, Scully, because you nearly made me wilt at that thought alone," Mulder made a face and pinched her just hard enough to finagle a sharp cry from her lips.

Scully's grin was short lived as the upward motion finally knocked her forward enough that she had to place her hands against the headboard for leverage, gripping it as she felt Mulder's breath against her neck. She looked down at him, his nostrils flaring, lip firmly between his teeth as one hand slipped back to her hip for a little extra control. She was his completely and there was no questioning the power over her that he had as she could barely breathe from the nearly perpetual motion in and out, setting every precious inch of her on fire from the inside out. Mulder found her mouth and breathed in that energy, her intensity, absorbing the same fluctuating shift from his own thrusts in unison with her as she came down to meet him.

It had become a reality that they could no longer get enough of each other as the world blurred around them, the sweetest of climbs, the incalculable level of intensity between them, the boiling point met and sustained. The desire was palpable and neither of them wanted it to stop—not that they could in their current state as they were speeding toward that end to be left weak, breathless, deliciously wracked with all of the right kind of pain.

They had become undulating glows in the shade of night—a glimmer of what had always been there and what could be as the obsidian met steel and ignited a series of sparks that had already set the bed aflame. It was already more than physicality and more than a manifestation of all things primal—it was everything that they had needed, everything that had been lying dormant within the other.

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Come within, taste it up

Take a little bit and baby don't you give up

Cast your light, give a damn

You gotta make a move and show me where we can stand

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Chapter notes: Lay Me down – Avicii

Thank you so much for sticking it out after all this time – life hit me hard when I started this one. There MAY or may NOT be another chapter. I have not decided that but at least I found a great end to a really mean cliffhanger from chapter 3 that desperately needed to happen (that and I don't know if I can possibly outdo this sex scene). I truly hope you love it and it was worth the wait.