A/N: This chapter is rated R….You have been warned.

Mulder sat hunched over resting his head in his hands. He waited patiently in the hospital hallway, trying to keep his distance from Scully. He couldn't believe what had gotten into her. His Scully would never be so bold; hell, Mulder couldn't remember Scully ever wearing a skirt no shorter than knee-length. So what the hell was wrong with her?

A dark haired woman came out of Scully's room and approached him. She had a bit of an amused look spread across her face.

"Your Mr. Mulder, I presume?"

Mulder nodded as he stood up.

"Good. Now Miss Scully has given me permission to speak freely with you about her medical condition. She…um…speaks highly of you Mr. Mulder."

A blushing red crept up Mulder's face as he tried to play it off, "Um.. thanks. So what's wrong with her?"

"Physically? Nothing. Have you heard of the sexual stages, Mr. Mulder?" The woman discreetly looked around.

Clearing his throat, Mulder nodded once again.

"Well at a first hand glance, I'd have to say that she is in some sort of heightened and extended form of the plateau stage. She seems quite normal aside from that so I took some blood to see if the answer's there. The soonest I'll the results will be tomorrow morning. Other than that, I see no reason to keep her here. She's free to go. Although if I were you, I would get her to sleep; the sooner the better."

Mulder sighed heavily and smiled, "Thanks, Doctor." He brushed past her as he made his way to the door. Rapping lightly, he called out to her, "Scully? Are you ready?"

The door slowly opened and Scully walked out barely wearing the clothes she barely had on to begin with. Her blouse was now untucked and falling off one of her shoulders. Mulder quickly pulled her shirt up and buttoned at least one more button. Hastily, he pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around her, "Come on Scully, lets get you home." She nodded as she groped him.

Mulder contemplated his options in silence as he drove Scully home. For the moment she was calm and was busily adjusting her lace stockings. If Mulder just dropped Scully off, he would be just fine, however, he risked half the population of D.C. falling under Scully's spell of seduction. But if Mulder stayed with her tonight, he couldn't promise himself that he could keep his hands off.

As they pulled up, Mulder knew his choice. He went around and opened her door. She stepped out and winked at Mulder, "So coming up are we?" She glanced her eyes down.

Mulder lifted her head back up as quickly as possible, "Only to watch over you. Nothing else. You understand?"

"Whatever." She whispered as she walked past him and up the stairs. Mulder reluctantly followed; praying for the first time in his entire life that God make this woman pass out.

Scully walked in and immediately started to unbutton her blouse. Mulder rushed to her side and pulled her hands away, "Hey Scully, how about you go change in your room, huh?"

"Oh you like to play rough do you? I can do rough." She purred as she broke free from his grasp and literally ripped her shirt off and lunged him to the ground. Toppling to the floor, Mulder groaned as Scully crushed on top of him. She steadied herself and pressed her laced top against him.

"You like?" She scrunched her nose and playfully licked her lips before grinding herself against him. Mulder grunted as he got up quickly and ran towards the bathroom. Locking the door, he moved to the sink and ran the cold water. God! Why did she have to be like this? Scully was pressing all the right buttons and he could hardly contain himself. He cursed himself. He was grown man for god's sake, not a hormonally challenged teenager. He could do this, even if he hadn't had sex in years. Years! Damn this is going much harder than I thought.

Mulder pulled himself from the bathroom; trying desperately to imagine the cancer man in a pink thong was seriously not helping. Scully sat perched on the couch wearing not much; in fact, it was only the black bra and lace panties. Why in heaven's was she still wearing the stockings and the heels? Think cancer man! Mulder walked past her towards the kitchen.

"Uh….Scully, I'm going to make us some dinner. Does…?" Mulder rummaged around the kitchen trying to keep busy. He opened the refrigerator and wrestled out some ingredients. He looked up as he closed the door just to find Scully standing in front of him.

"Uh, hi…" Mulder mumbled as he tried to back away. Scully walked closer pressing him against the wall.

"Why are trying to ignore my advances, Mulder? Don't I turn you on? Do you not like the outfit?" She asked attempting to unbutton Mulder's shirt.

"Scully please, don't do this to me…" He tried to pull her wrists away. But she pressed even harder.

"Why not? I know your enjoying this, I can feel it." She lowered her eyes.

"Scully, please. Your not your self, I can't take advantage of you like this. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."

"I'm perfectly fine. I know you want this as bad as I do. I've wanted this to happen for quite some time now and I won't let it pass me by. Make love to me Mulder." She unclasped her bra and moved close to Mulder's ear, whispering, "I want to feel you inside of me." Her breath was hot. Mulder choked as he closed his eyes.

"Scullee…." He whimpered.

She pulled his shirt off and brought her lips to his chest, "Just let this happen…Let your emotions take over, Mulder." She brought her hands to his chest and moved up to face him. Cupping his face in her hand she brought his lips to hers. A chaste kiss immediately turned into something more passionate. She brought one hand down slowly tracing a line from his chest to his stomach to his belt where she unbuckled it slowly. She tugged until it fell and then turned her hands to his pants. Mulder stood completely shocked still as she molested his body. Her hands moved down to brush past his boxers. Mulder jumped out of his skin.

"Scully! Please! I can't do this…" He pleaded as though it was his life. Scully nipped at his lip before kneeling down. Mulder gasped and groaned until he realized what she was attempting.

Desperately trying to clasp her hands, Mulder failed and Scully got to him first. Any sense of loyalty to Scully was gone. Mulder was way past the point of common sense. His carnal urges took over. Grabbing Scully roughly he pulled her down to the kitchen floor where he hungrily tasted her flesh. She cried out in pleasures that made even Mulder blush.

Grazing her body, Mulder felt every part of Scully and moaned out to her. Letting all inhibitions go, Mulder did what any practical man would do; he ravished Scully over and over until he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where he showed her physical pleasure, over and over again until the two cried out in exhausted ecstasy…

TBC….