My Brother's Best Friend
A story by Government Patsy
Chapter 12
Dana POV
It's such a relief to finally be out in the open about my relationship to Mulder. Everyone knows about us now and I don't think I've ever been happier. Mulder makes me smile every single day. He can get on my nerves and bug me beyond belief but whenever he gives me that sly little smile of his… I'm done for. I can never stay mad at him for very long - I'm hopelessly in love with the man.
Another benefit of finally being out in the open is that I can wear my engagement ring. I love everything about it - the way it looks, the way it feels on my finger, what it symbolizes. Mulder seems happy that I can finally wear it too. Whenever he holds my hand he always runs his finger over it - I don't think he even knows he's doing it. He's so cute.
We still live with Bill which is getting more awkward with every day that passes - Bill apparently shares that opinion because he's looking for a new place to live with Tara. But besides being a bit awkward, Bill has really come around about Mulder and me. He's being very supportive and I feel closer to my brother than I ever have before.
My dad still hasn't come around fully… but he's getting there, at least he's being civil towards Mulder. We see my parents almost every week now. Sometimes my other siblings are there too but a few times it's just been Mulder and me over for lunch or dinner. My mother really adores Mulder, it's very endearing how much she's taken to him, pretty much considering him her third son already. On top of seeing my family quite regularly we also see Mulder's parents and sister as much as we can. Even though I haven't known them for very long, they feel like family already.
After Bill moves out, Mulder decides to turn his old bedroom into a home gym. He moves all his equipment in there and he even buys a treadmill and a few other new machines. I actually make good use of the treadmill. It feels weird but beyond amazing to finally live with just Mulder. The worst part about living with Mulder is all the time I have to spend alone. Every month he's away a few times on a case. Sometimes just for a few days but other times he's gone for nearly a week at a time. He assists the behavioral science unit in DC and he's always exhausted when he comes home. I can tell that he sees horrific things on the cases he assists them on. Sometimes he talks to me about it. Other times he just cuddles up to me when he comes home and asks me to stroke his back - which I do until he slowly drifts off to sleep. Even though it's straining work, I can tell that he thrives on it though. He loves to use his mind like that, he loves the mental challenge and he's proud of the work he does. I'm proud of him too.
When September rolls up, I finally begin medical school. Stanford is much different than Harvard was but I quickly find a few people that I get along well with. The studies are intense. The instructors expect a lot from us all - it's definitely stress-inducing not to mention nerve-wrecking. But I thrive on the pressure. For every time that I don't know the answer to a question, I just want to study even harder and prepare even better for my next lecture.
Even though Mulder and I are both busy we always find time for each other at the end of the day. We make dinner together most days and we fully take advantage of the fact that we don't share the apartment with Bill anymore… meaning we rarely have sex in the bedroom anymore. I half expected the feeling of being in love to fade slightly with time but I want Mulder more now than I did a few months ago. Whenever I look at him, I just want his mouth on my skin… to feel him inside of me… and luckily Mulder seems to be more than happy to oblige.
Everything was perfect until that afternoon in October.
It's a Friday afternoon and I've finished class at 3 pm. I make my way down to the San Francisco field office. I've visited Mulder there a few times before and he's even shown me around the place and introduced me to a few of his colleagues. His mother called me when I was on my way home to ask us over for dinner tonight but I vaguely remember Mulder mentioning that the guys from DC were arriving in town today and I wonder if that means he'll be leaving town on a case. I try to call him but he doesn't answer so I figure I'll just swing by the office on my way home and ask him in person - usually they aren't busy on a Friday afternoon.
I park Mulder's car in the parking lot and pull my jacket tightly around me as I walk in - the weather has definitely changed and I wonder if I should switch to my winter coat yet as I make my way through security.
I ask one of the colleagues that Mulder introduced me to if Mulder's around and he tells me which direction to look in with a smile.
I make my way down to the cubicles in the back and see Mulder at a desk with his back to me and… some leggy brunette is sitting on his desk. I frown but walk closer to them stopping about ten feet away when I hear their conversation. They're the only ones back here so I can clearly hear what they're saying.
"C'mon, Fox!" she giggles, lightly touching his upper arm with her hand. "It's just drinks - we're all going!"
"I don't know, Diana," he sighs and leans back in his chair, causing her hand to fall from his arm. "I think I'd rather just go home today."
"You weren't this boring at Quantico, Fox!" she complains, looking at him like he was her next meal. "Don't you remember how much fun we had?"
"I'm engaged now!" he tells her.
"Oh, so she keeps you on a short leash?" she chuckles and then looks up and notices me standing there. "Can I help you?"
"Ehm, yeah," I clear my throat and walk closer to them, Mulder turns around quickly at the sound of my voice and I notice his neck flush red as he stands up and walks towards me.
"Dana! What are you doing here?" he asks in surprise, reaching out for me but I take a hesitant step backwards and he only manages to catch my hands in his.
"I was just wondering if you were going out of town today…" I trail off, noticing the brunette smiling wickedly behind Mulder.
"I'm not," he smiles carefully at me. "I'll be home in a few hours."
"You're not going out for drinks?" I raise an eyebrow at him, letting him know I've heard their conversation.
"No," he sighs. "I'll come straight home, I promise!"
"Not on my account," I shrug and step away from him, pulling my hands out of his. "You can do whatever you want, Mulder."
I turn around and walk away from him - I can hear her say: "She calls you by your last name?" as I walk away and my anger rises even more inside of me.
As I make it home, I'm even more furious. He was so angry at me for not telling him that I'd made out with my friend Alissa while Mulder and I weren't together. That had simply been a drunken mistake and nothing that would ever turn serious, it was more of a curiosity thing. And meanwhile he's kept this woman a secret from me. This woman who he works with and sees… every day? Or is she one of the agents who's in town from DC? It doesn't matter! He's a fucking hypocrite and I can't believe that he's kept this a secret from me!
I take all of the glasses out of the cupboard and I wash them in the sink before wiping them all off with a dishtowel, all the while I'm seething. As I've made the glasses shine and put them back, I bring out the vacuum cleaner and move like a tornado around the whole apartment. I clean as I swear under my breath and damn Mulder. His mother calls me at one point and I just tell her that we can't make it to dinner tonight. I continue to clean and I've just dusted off the lamp over the dining room table when the front door opens and Mulder carefully walks in.
"Am I in trouble?" he gives me a careful smile as he hangs up his coat and throws his suit jacket over a chair, undoing his tie.
"Why would you be in trouble?" I ask him, folding my arms over my chest as he steps closer towards me, his tie loose around his neck now. "Because you've fucked someone else? Or because you've kept it a secret for me? Or because you work with someone you've fucked and forgot to mention it?"
"Dana!" his eyebrows knit in confusion. "Are you being serious?"
"Remember how much you hated that I hadn't told you about Alissa?" I ask him, I can feel my face burn with anger. "And that was because I completely forgot about it! You can't tell me that you've forgotten about this? You fucking work with her, Mulder!"
"I know," he leans his head back and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Okay, I'm sorry I didn't tell you!"
"I thought I could trust you!" I fire at him and push against his chest. "How many people did you fuck after you broke up with me? How many nights were you buried to the hilt in some busty brunette while I was crying myself to sleep?"
I keep punching against his chest as I yell at him. He puts his arms around me and draws me closer to him, my fists balling against his chest. I look up from his chest and meet his dark eyes. He's fucking aroused! I can't believe him! He pulls me even closer and I feel his growing erection against my stomach. I try to stop my body from reacting to him but a gush of wetness seeps into my panties.
"Let go of me!" I warn him.
"No!" he growls back. "I didn't fuck anyone else! But I am going to fuck you!"
"Like hell you are!" I bite back at him and try to control how labored my breathing has become and the fact that my panties are drenched.
Whenever we fight this fucking happens… this is the only real fight we've had though - before this it's been small disagreements. Stuff that didn't matter anymore as we found another way to relieve our frustration, using sex. This fucking matters! I'm not gonna let him belittle this! I fight against him but I just feel his erection grow harder against me as I struggle.
"Let me go!" I beg him.
"I can smell how aroused you are," he growls at me, picking me up and moving us a few steps back.
"You're wrong!" I lie. "I've never wanted you less!"
"Is that so?" he rasps against my ear as he turns me around and bends me down over the dining table - he moves both my arms behind my back as he grinds against me, my skirt bunching around my waist as his trouser-clad erection comes into contact with my very wet panties. "You've lied to me, Dana - I'm gonna have to punish you!"
"I hate you!" I yell at him, my cheek against the hard wood of the table - but I can't hold back a moan as he grinds his hard cock against me again, thrusting even harder this time.
"Fuck!" he mutters and he shuffles his arms around, using just one hand to hold onto my wrists, my arms still behind my back - I try to break free but his one arm is still stronger than both of mine.
I stiffen as I hear his zipper unzip and feel his thumb pull my panties aside.
"Mulder!" I warn him.
"Tell me to stop!" he breathes out as he rubs the head of his cock against my opening. "Tell me you don't want me!"
"I…" I pause - I bite my lip and try to strangle a moan. "Oh, fuck!"
He groans deep within his chest as he realises I've stopped fighting him and he drives his hips forward with a force I've never experienced before. I wail out in pain but I can't hide the moan that accompanies my scream.
"How are you so fucking wet?" he asks me breathlessly as he draws back before pounding into me again, just as hard as before.
"Just… fuck!" my sentence is interrupted as he pounds into me again. "Ugh- just fucking shut up!"
"I'll do… whatever… I fucking… want!" he groans out between deep, hard thrusts.
I fight hard not to come - I don't want to give him that satisfaction, but my body is betraying me. I don't know if I've ever been this turned on before… what the hell is wrong with me? He's only pounded into me a few times when I feel my climax start to build. I can't control the deep moans escaping me from somewhere low in my chest.
"You like this, don't you, Dana?" he rasps breathlessly as he moves hard and fast inside of me. "You like it when I do whatever I want with your body?"
"No!" I tell him defiantly, making him slap my ass hard with his free hand - causing a surge of pain to travel through my body and end up as a throbbing in my clit. "Oh, God! Mulder, no!"
"No?" he groans, slapping me again and I can't hold back any longer.
I moan and scream his name as I come underneath him as he continues to pound me faster, still holding my wrists down against my back. I continue to come and I see stars before my eyes and feel like I'm going to faint as pleasure and pain surge through my body.
"You're so… fucking… sexy!" he groans as he pounds into me three more times before finally coming inside of me and ending my own orgasm before I pass out.
He's still holding me down as he spasms and groans, my wrists feel so sore and I fight against him again.
"Holy fuck!" he breathes out as he finally pulls out and lets go of me.
I quickly stand up and turn around while pulling my skirt down before pushing against his chest hard - making him take a step back in surprise.
"Dana?" he looks confused. "What are you doing?"
"Screw you, Mulder!" I yell at him, my face feels warm from anger and embarrassment. "Do you think you can just fuck me and everything's forgotten?"
"What? No!" he reaches out for my hand but I slap it away. "Dana, I told you! I didn't have sex with anyone else!"
"That's not what it sounded like to me!" I tell him. "And even if you didn't, something happened with that woman! And you never told me!"
"It shouldn't matter!" he shrugs, looking confused. "I love you, Dana! Why does it matter so much that I work with Diana? If you trusted me, you wouldn't care!"
"You're such a fucking dick!" I tell him and push against him again, moving away from him and walking to the door, grabbing my coat as I step into my shoes before storming out of the apartment.
I hear him yell my name as I get into his car. I probably shouldn't take his vehicle but I don't care right now. I drive off and wonder where to go. Where can I go? There's only one place really. Only one person who never judges me. Only one person I truly need right now.
Ten minutes after leaving our apartment, I knock on my sister's door.
"Dana?" she says surprised. "What's wrong?"
I didn't realise I was crying until she wipes away my tears with her sleeve as she puts her arm around me and steers me into her small studio apartment.
"Mulder's a dick," I manage to mutter as I rest my head in her lap on the couch, balling my eyes out as her fingers soothingly run through my hair - something she's always done to relax me ever since we were kids.
"Did he cheat on you?" she asks me, her voice unfamiliarly serious.
"No," I shake my head. "It's some woman he works with… apparently he has history with her… and he never told me!"
"Oh?" her voice seems more relaxed now. "Why didn't he tell you?"
"I have no idea!" I sigh. "He said I wouldn't care if I trusted him…"
"Do you trust him?" she asks me.
"I did!" I tell her. "But now I don't know… I didn't think he kept secrets like that from me!"
"So what did he say when you confronted him?" she strokes my hair back and I sigh, instantly feeling a little more safe.
"He just…" I can't really tell her about the confrontation between us. "He didn't take me seriously… I don't want to talk about it… can we just order some food? Can I spend the night here?"
"Of course, Dana!" she bends down to kiss my forehead. "I'll order some Chinese food."
She gets up and I wipe the tears from my face. I feel dirty. I can feel Mulder's semen stick against me in my panties and on my thighs. I feel sweaty from the obsessive cleaning and fighting and being pounded by Mulder. As Melissa hangs up the phone, I ask her if I can borrow her shower and she finds some fresh clothes for me to borrow.
As I step out of the shower and dry off I put on the yoga pants, t-shirt and sweatshirt that she's found for me. As I check my phone there's a ton of messages and missed calls from Mulder. I sigh deeply and text him that I'm at my sister's. I really don't need him to come looking for me, seeking out everyone I know and bringing even more people into this.
We have our dinner and end up watching some stupid reality tv show while Melissa does her knitting and sips her tea.
When we turn in for the night, Melissa makes the couch up for me and says goodnight to me before heading to bed. I pull the sweatshirt over my head and put it down on the back of the couch as I snuggle into the lumpy but soft couch and pull the blanket up under my chin.
I wish I didn't miss him.
x
Mulder POV
I fucked up. Badly.
At least she sends me a message that she's at her sister's place.
I should have told her about Diana. The problem is that I really like Diana. Platonically and professionally. It was a mistake to get involved with her romantically while we were at the academy together. But we work together well and I didn't want to jeopardize anything by telling Dana about it… which is actually really fucked up, now that I think about it.
And why did I fuck her like that? I must have hurt her… she's so petite compared to me and I pounded her. I didn't even kiss her. I treated her like… I don't even want to think about it. And why did it turn me on so much? I've never come harder in my life. I could tell that Dana was turned on too but I definitely took advantage of her. I used her. I want to marry this woman, I love and treasure her more than anything. How could I do that to her?
I've turned on the tv but I can't focus on any of the channels I'm flipping through. I'm stretched out on the couch, staring blankly at the tv as I play out everything that happened this evening.
When my phone rings, I immediately sit up and grab it off the coffee table. But it isn't Dana… it's Diana. I sigh and pick it up. There's a break in the case she's in town to assist us on. Dana took my car so I ask Diana to pick me up on her way to the crime scene. I run upstairs to have a quick shower before I have to leave.
x
Dana POV
I wake up way earlier than usual on a Saturday morning. I feel like shit. I feel like I'm gonna be sick. I get up from Melissa's couch in a hurry and run to the bathroom. I make it there just in time, throwing up the Chinese food from last night.
I feel clammy and exhausted. I clean myself up and stumble back to the couch, Melissa stirring in her bed, shielded from the rest of the studio apartment by some room dividers.
"Are you okay, Dana?" she asks me sweetly as she gets out of bed and sits down next to me on the couch.
I pull the blanket around my body but Melissa grabs a hold of my arm and looks shocked to my wrists.
"Dana, what happened?" she asks sternly. "Did Mulder do this to you?"
"No…" I sigh, drawing my hands under the blanket as I try to get warm. "Well, yeah. But he didn't hurt me."
"It looks like he did!" Melissa states, looking furious.
"No, Melissa…" I sigh. "He was just being a bit rough but he didn-"
"Dana!" she exclaims in shock. "Are you defending someone who did that to you?"
"Melissa, please!" I whisper. "It happened during sex, okay?"
"Wait… what?" she seems even more confused now. "He did that to you? And had sex with you?"
"When we have sex…" I sigh and look down to my feet sticking out from under the blanket. "It's not always gentle, okay?"
"So you… you like it rough?" she seems very perplexed.
"I guess, " I shrug and sigh heavily.
"Dana, I could tell last night that you were keeping something from me… I can tell that you're keeping something from me right now… tell me what happened!" she pleads with me.
"Well, we were arguing over that woman from his work," I tell her. "And whenever we argue… well, we always end up having sex. And that happened yesterday too. But I wasn't done arguing. I didn't want to have sex with him! I was so furious with him!"
"Dana, did he rape you?" Melissa asks me seriously, her arm around my shoulder.
"No!" I shriek. "Of course not! I mean, my brain didn't want to have sex with him… but when he told me to say stop… well, my body still reacted to him and I didn't want to say no."
"Okay, I think I understand," she nods her head slowly. "But why were you sick then?"
"I don't know," I shrug. "I just woke up feeling horrible. It was probably the Chinese food."
"We ate the same stuff though and I feel fine…" she trails off. "Ehm, Dana… are Mulder and you being safe?"
"Safe?" I wonder what she means and then it hits me. "Yeah, of course! I've been on the pill since I was 17."
"And you always take it on time?" she asks me warily.
"Yeah, I…" I look down. "I did forget a few times after starting medical school… but not for more than one day!"
"And your cycle? Everything normal?" she pryes.
"I've been stressed!" I say defensively. "I'm only a few weeks late…"
"Oh, Dana…" she makes a face and pulls me close to her.
My stomach drops. I can't be… please, no!
I check my phone. Mulder hasn't messaged or called me at all since last night. I miss him so much. I want to cry. When did everything get so messed up?
I love Mulder. I want to be with him. I'm still angry that he belittled how I felt about that Diana woman. I'm angry that he used sex to end the argument when I wasn't done talking about it. But I need him. I desperately need to make things right with him again.
I spend the morning at Melissa's but I still don't hear from him. Around 10 am I decide to head home. I stop by a convenient store on the way to the apartment to pick up a pregnancy test. But when I make it home, Mulder isn't there. I check my phone again. No message from him still. I'm beginning to worry. I try to call him but his phone rings from the coffee table. He's left without his phone… I pick it up and unlock it. I normally don't snoop around in his phone but I have to figure out where he could be. When I unlock it, it's open on his call history. I see my own call at the top. And underneath it, it says Diana Fowley. At 11 pm last night. My stomach tightens and I feel sick again.
Suddenly the front door opens and I stand up from the couch in surprise.
"Dana!" Mulder says, sounding relieved, as he quickly walks through the room to put his arms around me.
I tighten my arms around his neck and breathe in his scent. I can faintly smell the soap and deodorant that he uses. But I can also smell fresh air and women's perfume.
"I was so scared," he mumbles into my hair.
"Where have you been?" I ask him, finally letting go of him and sitting down on the couch, my arms crossed over my chest.
"Work," he sighs, sitting down next to me. "There was a new lead in the missing person case we're working, I've spent all night driving around and trekking through the woods."
"With Diana?" I ask him, trying to sound indifferent.
"Ehm, yeah," he sighs. "Dana, I'm so sorry that I hurt you!"
He looks like tears are about to spill from his eyes. He looks down, but his eyes focus on my wrists and he reaches out for my hand and looks even more horrified.
"I'm so, so sorry!" he whispers, placing a kiss on my wrist.
"I don't care about that," I sigh. "It's just a bruise, Mulder… and you didn't hurt me. Not physically."
"But I…" he gulps. "I was so rough… so dominating…"
"Mulder, I'm angry with you for keeping that woman a secret from me - and I'm pissed that you used sex to end the argument when I wasn't ready to end it yet. You belittled how I was feeling."
"When you're mad at me…" he sighs and his eyes meet mine again, they're so sincere and deep that I lose myself in them immediately. "I know it's sick, but I get so turned on, Dana… all I can think about is being inside of you…"
"Well, I think make-up sex is normal," I shrug. "People are passionate when they fight and all that adrenaline and all those hormones… but you can't just have sex with me when I'm mad at you, Mulder! You have to take me seriously and hear me out!"
"I know!" he sighs, nodding his agreement. "I think it's just… fear… I need to be close to you… I never want to lose you…"
"You'll never lose me," I tell him, taking his hand.
"But, Dana…" he looks hesitant and licks his lips before continuing. "Why didn't you say no to me? Why didn't you tell me to stop?"
"Mulder!" I let out, annoyed. "When you rub your hard cock against me, I can't really help how my body reacts to you, okay?"
"So, I didn't hurt you?" he has to make sure.
"No, Mulder," I stroke his cheek. "I don't know why but when you were rough with me… and when you held me down… it really turned me on."
"I mean, I did notice that you seemed to enjoy it," he smirks slightly.
"Okay, Mulder," I sigh. "Now talk to me. Why did you keep secrets from me?"
"I made a mistake," he admits, taking both my hands in his. "I got along well with Diana at the academy and we worked really well together, we still do. She hinted at us going out together a few times but I never thought she was being serious. And then one evening, after we'd gone to a bar with some of the other trainees… well, things escalated. We made out a few times but I had to end it with her. I couldn't stop thinking about you and I didn't think that was really fair to her. And even though I'd ended things with you, a part of me just couldn't move on."
"Why didn't you tell me though?" I wonder.
"Because I like Diana!" he shrugs. "I like working with her. And I just didn't want you to worry. It's a lame excuse but it's the truth. I was just being an idiot. I'll never keep something like that from you ever again, Dana!"
"And you never had any romantic feelings for her?" I want to clarify.
"I mean, I was attracted to her physically," he shrugs. "But she didn't make my heart beat faster, the way that you do. I never think about her when we're apart - I never miss her like I miss you. She's just a colleague and a friend now."
"And you didn't have sex with her?" I ask him, still not feeling like I know everything.
"I didn't, no," he sighs and looks down to our hands.
"But something happened?" I say, my heart sinking.
"I… we came close once," he admits, his neck and ears red.
"Did you… did you touch her or go down on her?" I pry, I have to know even though I don't want to hear it.
"No," he shakes his head. "But I… we were making out and I got hard and she… she put her hand down my pants."
"She touched your cock?" I ask in disbelief.
"That's when I had to end it with her," he sighs. "She stroked me and I got soft… because her hand was too warm, it wasn't cold like your hand. All I could think about was how wrong it felt."
I take it all in. I hate Diana. And I hate that Mulder works with her. I remember the way she smiled wickedly yesterday as Mulder had his back to her.
But I… I trust Mulder. I trust him completely, I realize. I know that he'd never let anything happen with her. And I trust that he'll never lie to me again.
"I'm glad you told me," I smile carefully at him. "I love you, Mulder. And I trust you. Just promise me that you'll never make me doubt that again?"
"Never!" he promises and pulls me into his lap sideways.
I put my arms around him and bury my head in his neck. I feel so safe here with him.
"I have to tell you something too," I remember.
"Yeah?" he sighs content, giving me a quick and gentle kiss.
"Yeah… I might be pregnant."
Dun dun dun… I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Even though it was a bit of a roller coaster ride. How do you think Mulder will react to Dana's announcement?