What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you

-"Wicked Games", Chris Isaac

Chapter 11

"Scully, Skinner was the one who threatened me to come out here, not that I needed threatening to come to you," Mulder said, attempting to be calm and rational, but feeling desperate and panicked instead. "But he was the one who blew into my – OUR – office and broke the news about you and reamed my ass, so I'm pretty damn sure he'd give you your job back! He said you were one of his best agents!"

Scully felt terrible. This was not what she meant to convey at all. She was just scared of getting hurt, of losing herself.

"Mulder," she said, speaking softly. "Since you've known me, I've been alone. I haven't had to consider another person. I'm terrible at this, and the way I feel for you Mulder… I've never felt this way for another person in my entire life. I'm afraid of screwing this up, so my heart does damage control before I can even think about it."

She shifted back a bit, needing her space to feel stronger.

"Scully, do you trust me?" Mulder asked.

It was a simple question. Of course she did. Hell, she trusted him with her life.

"Of course I do, Mulder. You know I do. There is no one I trust more than you, not even my own mother."

"Scully I know you trust me in that capacity, but do you trust me with your heart?"

Scully's brow furrowed. Of course she did… right? It's not like she's ever trusted another person with her heart. It was the one thing she could never give to another person. No one was ever deserving of it in the first damn place.

Mulder was different, though. He knew Scully, inside an out, whether she liked it or not. He has gone to the ends of the earth (literally), for her. He knew her flaws, even when they were ugly and out in the open. He accepted her just as she was, she didn't have to pretend to be someone else.

It was evident to her that here, at Dartmouth, she was pretending to be someone she wasn't. She was sanitizing her past and going through the motions of life. No know knew her story, and she didn't want anyone to know her. Not even Meredith.

"Scully?" Mulder asked gently. "Did I lose you there?"

She shook her head, frowning.

"Mulder, to answer your question, I've never trusted anyone, ever, with my heart. It's just the way I'm wired. I could never give my heart to anyone. It's the one thing I never give."

He looked crestfallen at her words.

"But," she continued, touching his face tenderly, in reassurance. "It's different with you. I love you, more than you could ever know, Mulder. So the short answer is yes, I trust you completely, with my heart, with my life, with it all. I'm just so afraid of losing me, or of ever losing you."

Mulder's heart melted at her admission. Today he's seen an entire new side to his partner, one that was loving, open, and oh-so-sexy. God, she was so precious.

"I'm not going anywhere, Scully. I'm not. There is nothing you could ever say or do to make me leave, unless you wanted me to leave. I will fight for you. When you left, I didn't fight for you, because I was too scared and too heartbroken, and you deserve someone to fight for you. I'm that guy. I'm the guy who fights."

Scully smiled, knowing that was exactly what she needed to hear to calm her fears. She felt a lump in her throat, and this time allowed it.

Placing his hands on either side of her face, Mulder continued, periodically wiping tears away with his thumbs.

"I've seen the good, the bad, the ugly, Scully. I want it all. I am in love with it all. Your heart, your mind, your soul… and Christ, that sexy body."

She smiled then, climbing into his lap, and slowly guided him back, until he was lying on the couch, and she was straddling him. Placing a palm on either side of his head, she leaned down and kissed him slowly, before traveling lower, feathering kisses along his jawline, down to his neck. Finding his pulse, she alternated between nipping and sucking, inhaling the intoxicating that was so incredibly masculine, so incredibly Mulder.

"Sculllyyyyyyy," Mulder growled. "Christ, you have no idea what you do to me."

She smiled into his neck and shifted her hips, meeting his, and pressed into his rather obvious erection.

"I think I do know, actually," she whispered wryly, not bothering to stop her ministrations as Mulder began to writhe under her, from his arousal, which was close to painful at this point. Amazing to him, since he'd just come an hour ago.

Scully felt her own arousal building, but that would have to wait, she had other plans for Mulder first. Moving from his neck, she migrated south, smoothing her hands down the plane of his chest, over his t-shirt, her mouth trailing, until she reached where his t-shirt met the waist of his jean. Pushing his shirt up, revealing his torso, she began to kiss the skin just below his navel. She periodically glanced back up at him, wanting to see if he was watching her.

Mulder's nerve endings were on fire with anticipation. He jumped when Scully's hands reached the button of his jeans, now knowing fully what Scully intended to do to him.

It was one thing to sit late at night in his apartment and imagine taking Scully in various positions, imagining her reactions, her sounds, her taste. But to think about the possibility of that amazing mouth of hers wrapped around his cock – fully willing – it was a whole other thing.

He glanced down at her, as she began to unbutton and unzip his jeans. She made no effort to take them off; she simply reached in, into his boxers, and ran her hand down the length of him, causing Mulder to involuntarily buck his hips into her hand, craving the contact.

Pulling his cock out, Scully lowered her head, almost touching the tip with her mouth.

"What do you want, Mulder?" she whispered.

Feeling her breath hit his cock, he nearly screeched at the sensation, gripping either side of the couch in order to maintain control.

"Scully, I want you," he said, his breathe labored.

She smiled sweetly, slowly stroking the length of him again.

"I know you want me, but specifically what is it that you want right now, Mulder?" she asked. "What do you want me to do?"

Holy shit. Did Scully like to talk dirty in bed? She was so buttoned-up, so straight-laced every day, that this notion shocked the hell out of him. So non-sequitor, so unbelievably sexy. Still, he couldn't ask, he wasn't sure what it was she wanted.

"You know exactly what I want," he said, through clenched teeth. Her mouth was millimeters away from where he wanted her… just one upward thrust and he could make contact. Mulder was slowly losing his resolve.

"Ask me, Mulder. Tell me," she said, a bit more firmly, tightening her grip on his now painfully erect cock, before leaning up until her mouth was right next to her ear.

"Let me tell you a little secret about me," she purred into his ear. "It turns me on when you ask, or tell me, explicitly, what you want me to do."

"Christ Scully," he screeched. "Please, god, I just want you to… Suck on me Scully, I want you to put my cock in your mouth!"

He heard her moan softly at his desperate request, and then took him completely in her mouth, without hesitation.

Mulder groaned instantly, and felt he may actually die from the sheer pleasure of this sensation. Her mouth was hot and wet, and as her head began to bob up and down, he felt her tongue swiping the length of him with each painstaking stroke. He was going to come undone very soon, he just knew it.

"Scullyyyyyyyyyyy," he cried. "God Scully, your mouth feels amazing."

She hummed in response, and he felt the vibrations on his ultra sensitive cock. Scully continued swallowing the length of him, keeping a steady rhythm that she knew would be the end of Mulder any minute now.

Mulder felt himself tighten, his orgasm coiling low in his stomach. He reached out and touched the back of Scully's head.

"Scullyyyy…" he struggled.

He wanted to let her know he was going to come, in case she wanted him to finish inside of her. But Scully, understanding what Mulder was trying to say, placed her free hand flat on his stomach, and began to hum with each stroke she took, sending Mulder over the edge, into oblivion.

"SCULLY!" he cried, his grip tightening on her hair, as his orgasm shot through him, and he came hard into her mouth. Scully rode it out, swallowing every last drop of him.

He sank back into the couch, pulling Scully with him; feeling like his bones had turned to rubber. He nuzzled her neck, in awe about her combination of generosity and naughtiness that was so unexpected.

"You… you are so fucking sexy Scully," he said, he voice sounding like gravel.

She smiled in appreciation at him, her eyes appearing dark blue from her pent-up arousal.

"Scully," he whispered. "I wanna make you come too."

She grasped his face, gently, appreciating his generosity. She loved this man so much. She couldn't believe they waited this long.

"It's okay," she said. "I wanted to do that for you, Mulder. I'll take a raincheck on it."

She was silently hoping that tonight they would get the opportunity tonight to make love. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy what they had been doing, but that was based out of pure, raw, need. What she needed tonight was Mulder sinking slowly into her, she needed candles, and she wanted them to take their time.

Mulder, understanding what it was that Scully needed and wanted, he tightened his embrace around her.

"Tonight," he whispered.