Title: Smoky Mountain Folk, chapter 6

Author: Andrea

Rating: NC-17

Category: X-File, MSR, Mulder POV

Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully aren't mine, but everyone else is.

Notes: Thanks to Dan, Mimic and Karen for beta reading.

Spoilers: thru season 6.

Feedback: Please!

Bryson City, NC

April 7th, 1999

12:45 pm

I could barely believe what had just happened. In the blink of an eye something changed. I'm not sure what I did or said, but whatever it was resulted in Scully stepping into my arms when I asked. It never occurred to me that she might accept when I opened my arms to her. Sure we'd hugged before, but never when I was only in my boxers. We'd almost kissed before, but the mood had been entirely different. This time as I was lowering my mouth to hers, I didn't see a question in her eyes. I thought I actually saw an answer.

When she moaned into my mouth, my entire world changed. I was no longer one sorry son-of-a-bitch. I'd become the luckiest man on the face of the earth and at that point, I still didn't have a clue what was in store for me. It wasn't just how incredible it felt to be inside of her. It wasn't even the look of pure bliss on her face; although knowing that I played a part in bringing her to that level of ecstasy worked wonders on my self-esteem.

What amazed me was what I saw in her eyes as she moved above me. Was it love, like I was hoping with all of my heart? Had it always been there? Did something happen to make her finally believe me? I needed to know. The reaction I got when I asked her was miles away from what I'd been expecting.

Her blue eyes were suddenly swimming with unshed tears. "I'm sorry, Mulder." Her tears began to slide out of the corners of her eyes and run along her temples into her hair.

I thought I'd finally proven to her how much I loved her and she was lying beneath me, crying. My dismay must have been written on my face because she choked out a laugh as her hand went to my face.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you." She gave me a wobbly smile.

"But now you do?" I wanted to be sure.

"I do." Her smile became radiant. Her eyes shone up at me. There were no longer any tears involved. She slid her hand to the back of my neck and pulled me into another kiss. "I do," she murmured against my lips.

I desperately wanted to know what had changed her mind; why she suddenly believed me. But I strongly doubted this was the time to pepper her with questions. Instead, I returned her kisses wholeheartedly.

"I'm really enjoying this, Mulder," she told me breathily when I moved my lips to her neck.

I heard it in her voice. "But?" I lifted my head to look at her.

"I'd really like to have a bath and you need one, too. You still have mud in your hair," she chuckled.

"Okay." I heaved a sigh.

"I could join you." She smiled up at me, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Baths may be moving up on my list." I kissed her smiling lips. "In fact, anything where we're alone, wet and naked would be at the top of my list."

Scully and I had been alone before. We'd been wet on more than one occasion. She'd seen me wet and naked, just as I'd seen her. We were even wet and naked together once, but we'd had company. I was definitely alright with alone, wet and naked.

While I hobbled to the bathroom, Scully threw on a robe and dashed across the hall to grab her bath stuff. I only ever brought my shaving kit. The soap and shampoo the motel provided had always been fine with me.

Once we were in the tub Scully started by washing my hair and then she washed hers. I probably could've washed my own hair under the faucet in the tub, but there is something decidedly hedonistic about having a naked woman washing your hair. When you're hopelessly in love with that naked woman, hedonistic seems like a meek descriptor. It was pure, unadulterated bliss.

By the time she finished with our hair, I had my second wind. It was something that did not go unnoticed by a trained investigator like Scully.

"Mmm." She smiled at me as her hand closed around my shaft.

I couldn't help groaning.

"Sit here." She patted the back edge of the tub. "Do you need help?"

"Nope." I shook my head as I put my palms on the side and lifted myself up. All the dips I'd done at the gym were coming in handy. I didn't question her request. I knew only good things were about to follow, despite how cold the tub was on my ass.

It has been said that there are only two things you can be sure of in life; death and taxes. I think whoever coined that adage was probably too prudish to include a third thing you can be damn sure of; men love blowjobs.

I'd never had a bad blowjob, but some had definitely stood out more than others. The instant Scully's lips touched my cock, they all paled in comparison.

Whenever I'd fantasized about this scenario, and I fantasized about it a lot, it was almost always 'Work Scully' who was wrapping her lips around my penis. She'd be kneeling in front of me with her perfect hair, the blue of her eyes accentuated by some expertly chosen shade of eye shadow and her perfect mouth, made more luscious by her lipstick.

'Work Scully' would never appear in a single fantasy of mine again.

The Scully who was kneeling in front of me now was bare and I don't mean naked, although she was that too. Her hair was wet and she'd raked it away from her face. Her face was completely devoid of make-up, but I'd never seen her skin look more radiant. Her cheeks were pink against her luminous skin making her new freckles look even darker. Her lips looked fuller than I can ever remember and their natural light rose color matched her cheeks.

This was Real Scully and her lips felt infinitely better than those of the Scully who appeared in my fantasies.

Scully's mouth was something poets would write about, balladeers would sing about and bards would weave spell-binding tales about. This was by far the best blowjob ever and all she'd done so far was kiss the head of my penis.

When she took me completely in, echoes of my groan filled the bathroom. Even with me in her mouth, I could see her smiling in satisfaction. When she looked up at me with her sparkling blue eyes, I groaned even louder. Maybe it makes me a bad person, but I love it when a woman looks up at me like that. This, however, was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

It must have been because this was Scully with my cock in her mouth, her hot little tongue dancing along my shaft, looking up at me with her dazzling blue eyes. Something in my belly surged, my glutes clenched and my balls tightened. I was on the verge of coming and we'd barely gotten started

Scully's eyes widened at my reaction. Her hand went to my balls and she began to gently caress them as she let my cock slowly slide out of her mouth.

"Too much?"

"Mmm." I nodded, my eyes still glued to her as she placed little kisses along my shaft.

"What was too much?" She asked innocently.

"Nnn." I shook my head.

"Tell me, Mulder." I felt her hot breath against me. "How can I do it right if you won't tell me?"

"Oh, Scully," I breathed shakily. "You're doing it more than right."

"Mulder." She paused for effect, taking the head of my cock into her mouth again. She swirled her tongue over me and then applied the gentlest amount of suction as she pulled her mouth off. It created a slurping noise that made me shiver in delight. "It might have escaped you, but I'm holding all the power right now, so I suggest you answer my question."

"Scully, please," I begged her.

"Tell me, Mulder." She was trying to look stern, but the corners of her mouth twitched with a smile.

"Can't explain it." I shook my head. I was worried that she might be pissed off if I told her the real reason I'd enjoyed it so much.

"Then I guess I'll have to figure it out on my own." She held my cock firmly in her hand. Her eyes were sparkling again and she smiled.

None of this seemed bad to me. "Kay." I bobbed my head up and down in approval.

"Let me try this." She pushed my erection against my abdomen. Then starting at my balls, she ran the flat of her tongue along my penis until she reached the tip. She looked up at me the entire time.

A tremor shuddered through me. "That was good," I assured her breathlessly.

"Mmm." She nodded in affirmation. "But not quite the same reaction." She smiled up at me.

Next she took me back into her mouth and closed her eyes as she took me as deep as she could. Her tongue played along the underside of my shaft at the same time. As she moved back, her hand followed the path her mouth had taken. Her free hand was cradling my testicles.

"God, Scully," I moaned.

"Hmm." She kissed the head of my cock. "Still not the same. Let me try again."

She repeated what she'd just done, taking me in as far as she could, still using her tongue and her hand, but then she flicked her eyes up at me and gazed, yes gazed, at me as her mouth moved over me.

Her little experiment worked; damned scientific method. My balls practically leapt out of her hand. I was sure she'd gone too far. I felt the telltale tingling in my balls that always preceded my orgasms, but she clamped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft.

Her mouth left me again. My eyes were closed, but I could tell that my penis was out in the open air. It felt extremely cold compared to her mouth. As soon as she'd massaged my testicles away from my body again, she began to lightly stroke my cock.

"It's my eyes," she murmured.

"Huh?" I felt dazed.

"You like it when I look up at you when I have you in my mouth." Her voice was rich and low.

I groaned when her lips closed around me again. "It's more than that." It came out as a whisper.

She made the slurping noise again as my cock slid out of her mouth once more. My eyes rolled back in my head.

"What do you mean?"

"It's-" I paused, trying to steady my voice. "It's not just that you're looking up at me, Scully. It's how you're looking up at me."

"How am I looking up at you?" She smiled coyly.

"Like you're enjoying this as much as I am." I shuddered as her tongue teased the underside of the head of my cock. "Like you're fucking me with your eyes."

Scully and I were newly intimate and I wasn't sure what she would think of my turn of phrase, but if it bothered her, she sure as hell didn't show it.

"You mean like this?" She held my cock against me again and licked me like an ice cream cone as she fixed her eyes on mine.

"God, yes," I moaned as my body shuddered again.

"Mmm." She sounded pleased with herself. "You seem to like this, too." She took me into her mouth once more so she could make the slurping noise. She chuckled with satisfaction when my body vibrated.

"Yeah," I responded eloquently. It felt like my entire body was humming. If she wasn't careful, I might topple off the edge of the tub and injure myself further.

"I wonder what would happen-" she paused. "Look at me, Mulder."

"Hmm?" I dragged my eyes open.

"If I did this?" Her eyes gleamed mischievously at me. "Make sure you keep your eyes open." She grinned slyly at me as she lowered her mouth to my cock.

At first she moved slowly, letting me slide in as far as she could take me, keeping her eyes closed. Then she began to work her tongue, letting it tickle my shaft. Every muscle in my body was beginning to vibrate. When her hand began to stroke me, I thought it would spell the end, but I fought to hang on. My chest heaved as I struggled for air and I felt sweat trickling down my back. My skin felt flushed and I began to tingle; not just my balls - everywhere began to tingle. And then she did it. Her lids slowly opened and she started to fuck me with those miraculously big blue eyes.

And fucked, I was.

When my balls tightened, Scully did her best to massage them down, but there was no going back. It felt like I was going to explode. This time when she made the slurping noise, I heard myself start to growl. She took me back into her mouth quickly. She was still using one hand to stroke me and the other to caress my testicles. When I began to quake, I felt her hum against my cock and I was gone.

For the first time in my life, I actually felt my balls pulse as my climax crashed over me. My body shook and trembled. My cock throbbed in her mouth. Waves of heat washed through me and I think I forgot to breathe.

The first thing I heard when awareness began to creep over me was the sound of my ass sliding down the enamel tub. I felt Scully's warm body against me and I wrapped my arms around her. She laid her head against my chest as I took long shaky breaths. We lay like that in the tub until my breathing quieted.

I still had my eyes closed when I felt Scully begin to move. Her body slid along mine and I sighed contentedly when she pressed a gentle kiss against my lips.

"I'm going to actually fill the tub now." Her mouth was so close to mine that her breath tickled my lips. "We started this process over an hour ago," she chuckled as she pushed herself off of me.

"Mmm." I nodded lethargically.

"How's your ankle?" She enquired, her voice now further away.

"Feels great," I mumbled.

"That'll wear off in no time," she laughed as she turned the taps on.

Soon warm water began to envelop me. If Scully hadn't started to soap me up I'm sure I would've fallen asleep. She started at my feet and began to steadily work her way along my body. She was using a washcloth, but when she reached my upper thighs and settled in front of me, I picked up her soap and squirted some into my hand.

She quirked a quizzical eyebrow at me as a smile played at her mouth.

"I prefer the direct approach." My voice was still a little raspy.

From the amount of lather we generated, we must have gotten clean, but my mind was elsewhere. My hands, however, were everywhere. As I revelled in the softness of her skin, the firmness of her ass, the weight of her breast in my palm, the hardness of her nipples against my thumbs, the gentle, yet insistent way her tongue explored my mouth, I felt her hips begin to move against me.

I eased my hand between us and she groaned when I slipped two fingers inside of her. It was all I had to offer at that point, but judging by the orgasm that followed a couple of minutes later, Scully didn't mind in the least. And I thoroughly enjoyed the way she moaned my name as she shuddered against me.

We finally got out of the tub when the water grew too cool. Scully re-wrapped my ankle and insisted that I keep my foot elevated. Once she was happy with the way I was settled on the bed she left to get some ice. By the time she got back I'd found a program on Discovery about ancient myths. She rolled her eyes at me as she created an ice bag out of a towel. For some reason her eye roll made me absurdly happy.

"Do you want to watch something else?" I offered.

She shook her head. "I'm starving, Mulder. I'll go out and get us something to eat and see about getting your clothes washed."

"I guess breakfast was a long time ago." I nodded.

"Will you be okay by yourself?" She leaned over and placed a soft kiss against my lips, almost like it was a familiar gesture; like we'd been doing it forever. I wished we'd been doing it forever.

"Yeah, I'll be okay." I was lying. "I want you to stay." The words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop them. Scully had one knee on the bed and was still half bent over me. A look of confusion fluttered across her face as I reached up to slide my hand into her hair. "Please stay," I whispered as I pulled her in for another kiss.

She collapsed on top of me as we kissed hungrily. We didn't part until we were gasping for air.

"What was that all about, Mulder?" Scully slid to the bed beside me, panting. "Why did you say you'd be okay if you wanted me to stay?"

"I would've survived, but I'll be happier if you stay," I explained.

"Of course I'll stay, if that's what you want." She smiled at me as she raised herself up onto her elbow. "I guess I can order some pizza, but at some point I'd like to buy a few things – at least some fresh fruit. I also still need to call Skinner and I have to reschedule Ted Johnson."

Within forty five minutes Scully had called Skinner to tell him about my injury, promising to keep a close eye on me. She grinned at me as she made that promise. She called Ted Johnson and apologized for missing our appointment. After explaining what happened to me, she arranged for us to visit Ted the following morning at ten. She called the front desk to find out that, no, they didn't have a laundry service, but there was a Laundromat about a mile away. She also got directions to the nearest market.

Once the pizza arrived, I had her to myself again. She left the room briefly to grab a few things from her room and to get fresh ice for my ankle, but other than that we spent the rest of the day gloriously alone.

Over the years I'd discovered that Scully rarely said no to me and even when she did, I could often talk her around. I took advantage of that knowledge more than I care to admit. When it came to my health, however, she never backed down. Now that we were intimate and I was injured, she imposed restrictions on what positions we could use. While I was somewhat disappointed by the limitations she enforced, it led me to discover a new bargaining tool. Using my exaggerated despondency over my confinement, I talked her into staying naked to make me feel better and there was less whining involved on my part than I anticipated.

Although I was still looking forward to being able to make love with Scully the way I wanted to, several hours of being able to openly ogle her exquisite body kept my anguish at bay. Making love in two Scully approved positions hadn't hurt either. There had also been a significant amount of heavy petting and some serious cuddling.

As we settled in to bed, she let me spoon up to her. It was one of the approved positions. I loved the way our bodies fit together. I let out a long slow breath as I held her tightly against me.

"Scully?"

"Mmm?'

"I love the way you keep me off my feet."

End chapter 6