Chapter 3
Wednesday
Scully descended the stairs slowly, not believing her nose and eyes. Mulder was making breakfast. Since when is he a morning person? she thought as she paused on the bottom step. She looked around the room and rubbed her eyes. Am I dreaming? My Mulder wakes up before me? She watched her partner putter around the stove top, obviously scrambling eggs. A fresh pot of coffee was finishing its brew cycle and two slices of crispy toast popped out of the toaster as she approached the breakfast bar.
"Good morning sleepy," Mulder said as he spied her entrance out of the corner of his eye. She was still dressed in her pajamas, covered in her robe. I hate that robe, Mulder thought as he looked at Scully.
"Morning," she smiled. "You keep surprising me Mulder. I didn't know you were such a morning person."
He poured her a cup of coffee and added a splash of hazelnut creamer. "Well, you're right; I'm not a morning person," he said as he handed her the cup.
"Why the change then?"
Mulder leaned up against the counter and tilted his head. "I can't relax at night…it's not like I'm in the security of my apartment or yours for that matter," he replied and took a swallow of coffee. "You don't seem to have any problem though."
Scully smirked at his comment and hid her face behind the cup as she took a drink. She had to admit, she had slept like a log the night before cuddled against the warmth of his chest. "Did something happen last night?" she asked just to make conversation.
"Our invisible friend pushed the Jeep into the garage."
Scully looked at him in surprise. "What? When? Did you find it this morning on your run?"
"No, the garage door woke me up in the middle of the night," he replied. He turned and dished some eggs onto her plate and handed it to her with a piece of toast. "I came down to the garage right after whoever made the great escape because the security light was still on."
"How did…" she looked at him perplexed. "If the light was still on."
"I'll assume he or she exited the garage, since I didn't run into anyone at the bottom of the stairs," he replied casually. He caught her uneasy expression just as she tried to mask it. "Relax," Mulder replied. "I changed the code on the key pad after my run. The new code is 1013." He stuck a forkful of eggs in his mouth and walked over to the far end of the breakfast bar. He picked up two evidence bags and handed them to her. One contained a red substance that looked similar to the stuff he had scraped from the fan blade. The other contained a plastic finger print strip.
"What's this?" Scully said as she set her fork down.
"I scraped the red stuff of the back of the jeep this morning. I thought it was blood at first, but it was still wet, so I don't know what it is," Mulder replied as he watched her analyze it. "I lifted the fingerprint from the jeep as well. It was smeared into the blood, so I have a hunch it belongs to our mystery friend."
"Our mystery friend didn't happen to wash the jeep did he?" Scully asked him with a grin on her face.
"Ha ha .. funny," Mulder replied sarcastically. "I'll take it to the car wash later this morning. What do you have on your plate for today?"
"Nothing really. I thought I would go up to the fitness center in the clubhouse and mingle with the ladies," Scully replied as she finished her eggs. She smeared some jelly on her toast. "Are we going to see Mr. Whats-his-face today?"
"Oh, yeah," Mulder replied biting into his toast. "I almost forgot. Crap! And we have dinner at six at the neighbors."
Scully looked over at the clock on the microwave. It was 9:30. "Hmm, well, why don't we try to see Mr. Whatever this morning, then I can run out to the PD to get these samples to the lab?"
"Can't I go with you to the lab?"
"No, you need to go wash your toy," Scully replied flatly. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Care if you I join you?" Mulder blurted out. He had been thinking that he was ready to take his shower as well. She'll never go for it, he thought as he waited for her response. He watched her as she bit her lip and stared at the counter top, as if she was contemplating it. He arched his eyebrows and added. "Come on Laura …It's not like we haven't taken one together before … we could conserve water."
Scully met his gaze and held it for a moment. It was an appealing thought, but ultimately it would just lead to other things and delay the start of their day. I should call his bluff and see if he could just take the shower and not attack me. "Mulder, we didn't conserve any water the last time we took a shower together," she replied quietly. She was still considering his offer. Her resistance to him was wearing thin, especially after last night's back rub. "As much as I want to say yes, we've got too much to do today … How about a rain check?" she winked as she looked at him and then turned to walk up the stairs.
"A rain check?" Mulder called after her as he picked up her plate. What was that? She's softening, he thought smugly as he put stacked the dishes in the dishwasher. "I'm going to hold you to that Scully."
Scully sat nestled against Mulder on the sofa in Mr. Gogolak's living room as Mulder argued with the homeowner association president over the portable basketball hoop. Mulder was teasing the back of her neck with his hand and it was sending shivers down her spine. She could feel her nipples becoming hard and she shifted in her seat as she felt a throbbing sensation between her legs. She could hear Mulder's voice in the background, but her thoughts were solely on the sensations he was evoking in her. She stared blankly at the floor with an odd smirk plastered on her face.
Scully had 'the urge' ever since breakfast when Mulder had planted the seed. She tried had tried to work it out in the shower, but was unsuccessful. Her passionate feelings for him coupled with the erotic dreams she had been having lately were … working her nerves to put it lightly. And now, she was sitting right next to him, while he unknowingly fiddled with the back of her neck! She could barely contain her reaction much less concentrate on the conversation.
"Mr. Gogolak, let me make sure I understand… is it against the CC&R's to leave the hoop out or can I store it in the garage and just pull it out when I want to play?" Mulder questioned the man. As he did so, he ran his hand across the nap of Scully's neck and up the through her hair, teasing her erogenous zone.
"Sorry, Mr. Petries, the rules don't allow for it. Sporting equipment is provided for use at the community park, which is three streets over from your house," Mr. Gogolak replied as he shut the book and walked back to the desk to set it down.
Mulder hugged Scully to draw her from her thoughts and leaned over to kiss her ear. "You're in trouble later, Laura," he whispered in her ear. "I know that look." He watched Scully glance over at him and felt her pat his arm.
"Mr. Gogolak, where would I be able to pick up a copy of the CC&R's?" Mulder asked innocently.
"You can check out a copy from the realtor's office just inside the front gate," the man replied as he walked back toward the couple on the couch.
"We'll be sure to pick up a copy today," Mulder replied as he squeezed Scully again. "Won't we honey?" he asked rhetorically trying to elicit a response from his partner.
"Yeah, we'll stop there on our way home," Scully replied taking a deep breath. Is it stuffy in here or am I just having a hot flash? she thought as Mulder pulled her up from the couch.
"Well, thanks for your time," Mulder said and extended his hand to the association president.
Scully felt Mulder's arm around her waist guiding her to the door and she plastered a smile on her face to match his muffled words. She stepped out of the house and made her way to the van all the while feeling her head spinning from the emotions bubbling just under the surface of her skin. She longed for Mulder's touch and not just in the friendly way. Scully turned to see Mulder walking behind her and reached out to stop him by grabbing his hand. She could see Mr. Gogolak staring at them from his doorway and called to Mulder by his alias.
"Rob," she started. She thought she heard her voice crack and took a deep breath. "Could we … ah… go back to the house for a second? I forgot something."
"Are you okay …Laura?" Mulder asked as he looked into her eyes. They appeared a little watery. Mulder also noticed Gogolak watching them and stepped closer to Scully, running his hand down the side of her face.
"I'm okay Mulder," she whispered. "I just need to get something." Okay, if you must know, I'm friggen horny and I need to relieve myself, she thought in her head.
Mulder held her gaze for a moment noticing her face was flushed. He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers and heard her breath catch in her throat. "Something like that?" He pulled back to look into her eyes.
Scully bit her lip and blinked as a tear escaped and rolled down her face. "Yeah," she whispered as he wiped it away with his hand. Geezus Mulder, do that again and I'll nail you right here in his driveway.
Mulder followed her around to the passenger side of the van and held the door open so she could get in. He closed the door, walked quickly to his side and climbed in the car. He drove off quickly and headed back to their house casually.
It wasn't fast enough. Scully attacked Mulder as he walked around the front of the van and made his way to the interior door to the house. Her lips crashed against his and hungrily kissed him. Mulder wrapped his arm around her waist and carefully walked her backward into the house trying desperately to ensure that she didn't trip or stumble along the way, which was a little challenging considering their height difference.
They fell through the laundry room door, depositing themselves on the floor near the kitchen. Scully frantically tugged at his shirt and pulled it from his trousers fumbling to unbutton it to reveal his bare chest. She slid her hands under the fabric and raked her fingernails up his back, all the while their lips never disconnected from each other. Scully pulled her partner down on top of her feeling his arousal bulging under the zipper of his pants. She wriggled below him, positioning herself against his erection, to feel the pressure against her mound.
Mulder felt himself being swallowed up in the moment. He wanted this … probably as much as Scully did at this exact second, but something wasn't right. She was too frantic about it, too hungry for it. The sound of their cell phones clattering across the floor was the wake up call he needed. He pulled back from her lips and hovered over her body as he looked into her eyes. "Scully," he whispered as he gasped for breath. "Slow down."
"I can't Mulder," she whispered trying to pull him closer to her. "I want you. I need to feel you." She pushed herself up on her elbows and kissed him deeply again, probing his mouth with her tongue.
Mulder pulled back from her embrace again and knelt next to her. He cupped his hand around her face and again caught tears that had flooded over the rims. "Scully, what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, I just want you to make love to me,' she whispered, tracing her finger down his bare chest. "Don't you want me?"
Mulder noticed she was trembling. Ahh huh… right, yeah, something is definitely off. She's needy, he thought as he carefully chose his response. "Sure I do, just not on this hard floor," he replied and stood up. He pulled her from the floor and led her up the stairs to her bedroom.
He stepped back in the hallway and watched her walk to the bed. The delay was just the pause he needed to get her to change gears. While he didn't doubt her desire for him, he questioned her hunger. She had that needy look in her eyes again. Why now and not two weeks ago? He caught her staring at the floor, deep in thought. "What are you thinking?" he prompted her mentally preparing himself for something. He leaned against the doorway and shoved his hands in his pockets.
She was hesitant for a moment and then looked away from him at the wall. "Did you sleep with … Diana the night of our fight at the loft?" she blurted out all in one breath.
Whoa, that's what this is about? Mulder thought quickly. "No." he answered flatly.
"But you went to her after our fight." It wasn't really a question.
Mulder pursed his lips. Shit! No good is going to come from this. "Yes, aghh… no…not like that," he stammered. "I went to confront her with your accusations, but she wasn't there."
"My acc…evidence against her that you didn't believe when we were at the loft?"
"When you ambushed me in front of our friends and then dumped me?" Mulder retorted and then took a breath to calm his nerves. This wasn't going to be productive if he allowed her to piss him off again.
"I didn't dump you Mulder … we had a fight," Scully yelled at him and threw her hands up in frustration. She walked into the bathroom and yelled back at him over her shoulder. "You chose our fate when you ran to the 'chickadee's' arms afterwards."
"What? The chickadee?" Mulder laughed at the reference and followed her into the bathroom. "That is a Frohikeeism if I've ever heard one. I did not run to Diana's arms. If you must know … I drove around for about an hour looking for you and then I went to Diana's to confront her, but she wasn't there. I broke into the apartment and was snooping around for evidence to collaborate your position when Spender's father paid her a visit."
Scully turned around at the vanity and stared at him. "CGB? What was he doing there?" she asked.
"Well, he claimed he was looking for his son," Mulder answered.
"And he thought he would find him at Fowley's apartment?"
"Yeah," Mulder sighed. "I didn't believe him either, but then he filled my head with some bull about the airbase and how I would see my sister again and," Mulder paused and leaned against the doorframe. "I was a little emotionally unstable and he sucked me in to his web. Then he left and I sat in the dark thinking about screwed up my life was and how if I kept on, how I was going to lose you. I had nearly forgotten where I was when Diana walked in."
"So that's why you were with her when I called you," Scully said trying to piece it all together. After they had left the horrific site at the airbase that fateful night, Skinner drove them back to her apartment and dropped them off. Mulder had been very quiet and apologized for not believing her at the loft but had never explained anything further.
Now, his revelation about Smoking Man at Diana's apartment clicked in her head like the missing puzzle piece. Smoky had placed Spender in the X-files to enable the syndicate's continuation of the project and Diana had been the perfect compliment. All the members of the syndicate were killed at the Airbase, except Smoking Man and ironically Diana. That's convenient, she thought as she looked at her partner in the doorway.
"I owe you my life. If you hadn't called me, I would've gone to the airbase with Diana and my fate would have been sealed," Mulder remarked, looking down at the floor.
"Mulder, at the rail yards you told me about the airbase and that you had told Diana to go there and wait for you. But obviously neither she or Smoky were there since I saw her at work three days later and the ballistics on the gun found in Spender's office had unidentified prints on it…prints that Skinner believes to be Smoky's. The DNA from the cigarette butt found in the trash can is nearly a match with Agent Spender's and considering he wasn't a smoker, it's fairly obvious who shot him," Scully implored. "So, you honestly think that you would've gone there and just given up like the others?"
He shook his head and walked into the bedroom. "Scully, I felt defeated that night. I felt like I had lost you, caused you unnecessary suffering, and chased an unending dream. Ole man Spender caught me at just the right second and then manipulated me with promises of seeing my sister …." He paused and turned around realizing that she was now standing behind him. "Yeah, I think I would've gone there and died just like those others."
"Well, I don't believe that. You may have gone there with her, but the Fox Mulder I know and love would have never stood by and let someone burn him to death," Scully replied flatly. "You aren't the person that just gives in."
The words echoed in his head as Mulder recalled his conversation from that night with Diana. He had said those exact words …there comes a time when you realize for the ones you love to survive you need to just give in… to Diana when he convinced her to go with him, to follow him on his journey. In retrospect, Diana was just a little too willing that night. Willing to take him to her bed, willing to do whatever it took to reel him in. What it all just part of her plan … Smokey's plan? Scully's voice droned on in the background as Mulder replayed that night in his mind.
"Mulder, you may have been lolled into a false sense of security by the two of them, but there is no way in hell that you would have suffered the fate of the others. Mulder?"
"Hmmm?" He looked up at her. Scully was standing in the middle of the bedroom wit her arms crossed at her chest. She was staring at him with those piercing blue eyes.
"Did you ask her why she didn't go there?"
Mulder sighed. "I've talked to her about it," Mulder replied. "She said she had gotten stuck in traffic." The day after the incident, Mulder had gone to Diana's apartment to confront her about things … specifically her whereabouts the previous night and CGB's little visit to her apartment … Diana's excuse about the airbase was that she had gotten lost then stuck in traffic. She claimed she arrived at the airbase later after Skinner and he had left. She claimed ignorance to Spender's visit.
He looked at Scully standing in the middle of the room, and walked to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and blew soft kisses down the side of her neck.
"How did this conversation turn to focus on me?" he whispered. "I thought we were talking about you."
"It's always circles back to you Mulder," she answered as she turned her head, allowing him more access to her neck. "I thought you had chosen her over me."
"Well, that would've been a dumb choice, since I love you," he whispered. He slid his hand under her shirt and quickly unsnapped the clasp of her bra. He cupped her breast in his hand and smiled as he heard her gasp for breath in his ear.
"But you loved her once," she remarked between gasps.
She did not just say that, he thought as he captured her mouth with his lips. What is with her? Why does this bother her so much? Doesn't she get it that my heart is only for her now? He sighed as he pulled out of their kiss. "Once," he paused and chuckled. "I don't understand why you let her get to you like this Scully. It's not like you don't have any former lovers lurking around in your closet."
"That's different."
"Exactly how is that different? If I remember correctly you went to dinner with that TV guy … what's-his-name …Ethan…before we left on this case," Mulder questioned her.
"I don't want to sleep with Ethan, he and I are strictly friends."
"You slept with him once."
"Yeah, eons ago … before I met you."
"Well, it's the same for me and Diana," Mulder replied flatly.
"Does she know that?" Scully asked him. "Because I get the distinct impression that if you gave her an inch, she would take a mile."
Mulder was about to respond when he was interrupted by the sound of a cell phone. "Aghhh, shit," he mumbled and padded his waist for his phone.
"Downstairs," Scully said pushing him toward the door. "Hallway."
Mulder nodded and practically lunged down the stairs in two steps. Both of their phones were scattered in the hallway, along with Mulder's shirt and belt. He scooped up the phone that was ringing and flipped it open to answer it on the last ring.
"Mulder." Mulder listened in silence for a second and then handed the phone to Scully. "It's your brother," he said with a disgusted expression on his face. He watched her take the phone from him and walk into the living room to talk to Bill in private.
Mulder leaned over to pick up his clothing and headed back up the stairs to find a new shirt. I don't know if I should be happy the phone rang to save me from that ridiculous discussion or pissed that it was her brother, Mulder thought as he ascended the stairs. He walked into the bedroom and chucked the shirt in the hamper.
Scully's oldest brother, Bill, wasn't a fan of Mulder. Mulder always tried to play nice, but sometimes it was difficult, especially since Bill looked for reasons to put him down at every turn. After they had returned from Galena, Scully had told her mother about their relationship, so he was certain Bill knew of it as well. I'm sure that just made his day. Bet he wants to hang out like brothers now, Mulder laughed to himself as he pulled on a white button down shirt and donned a blue V-Neck sweater vest.
He headed back down the stairs and looked at his watch. It's 1:30? Geezus where did the time go? He heard Scully still talking on the phone and headed out to the garage to put the rag top up on the jeep so he could run it through the car wash. After about fifteen minutes, Scully joined him in the garage.
"Are you going to the carwash with that thing?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll stop at the realtor office to get a copy of the CC&R's while I'm out as well," Mulder replied as he secured the top to the bracket by the windshield. "What did your brother want?"
"Just to say hi and to invite us to dinner," Scully replied.
"Us? You're kidding right? I highly doubt that he invited us to dinner," Mulder replied looking back at her.
She signed and ran her tongue over her lip. "Okay smarty pants if you must know, he invited me, which I told him was rude so then he relented and said you could come as well," she replied flatly.
"Hmmp," Mulder replied as he rolled his eyes. "Geez, I don't know what would be more exciting ... sitting through dinner with your brother or putting a plastic bag over my head while I jerk off."
"Mulder that is sick," Scully retorted glaring at him.
"What part?" Mulder laughed. "When does he want you to go over there?"
"Friday at 6:30."
"Well, I might be busy, but I'll see," Mulder said opening the door of the jeep. "Are you going to run down to the PD?"
"Yeah, I need to stop at the store and get some wine for tonight."
"There's wine in the kitchen," Mulder said as he looked around the jeep for the keys.
"We need a bottle to take as a gift for the neighbors."
"A gift? Why do we have to bring a gift?" Mulder asked her quizzically. He climbed out of the Jeep and headed toward the house. "They invited us."
Scully shook her head and followed him into the house. "It's polite Mulder. Something you obviously know nothing about."
"Hey … that's not true. I've brought the drinks when we've had dinner at your place or the Gunmen's."
"Mulder, a six pack of beer doesn't count."
"Since when?" he asked as he retrieved the keys from the counter top by the fridge. He looked down into her eyes. "I was kidding," he added as he leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "Get some ice cream too, like rocky road."
Scully looked at him quizzically. "For our gift?"
"No, G-woman, so I can raid the icebox when we get home," he smiled at her and headed back to the garage. "Don't be late tonight… it wouldn't be neighborly."
Scully listened to Nester drone on about the lack of information he had on her missing neighbor. Ever since she had been stuck in that mine shaft with Agent Nester he acted like the two of them had a special connection. She checked her watch for the third time and wondered what was taking Mulder so long. After seeing Mike's necklace in the sewer drain outside of his house, Mulder had gone to investigate the neighborhood a little more thoroughly. That was over an hour ago and Scully was starting to get a little worried. Finally she heard the front door shut and she abruptly ended Nester's one sided conversation in quick Mulder style.
"Okay Nester, thanks for the information," Scully said curtly.
"Huh? That's it?" Nester stammered over his words. "Geezus, I can see Mulder is wearing off on you."
"Ahh huh, yeah, well if I start believing in UFO's and belching, then you can start to worry," Scully said with a smile and watched Mulder enter the room. "You can call Mulder if you get anymore information … just not tonight."
"Why not tonight?" Nester protested. "Are you two going to get busy or something?"
"Goodbye Nester," Scully said as she shut the cell phone. "Nester has nothing on Big Mike, no charges on his credit card and the police haven't seen his minivan."
Mulder pulled his sweatshirt over his head and threw it into the hamper. "I didn't see him in the sewer either." He threw the evidence bag on the top of the dresser and logged his findings into the case notes on Scully's lap top. "His house is locked up tight too. I guess he's dead Scully." Mulder walked over to the doorway. "Do you want something to eat? I'm going downstairs."
Scully stared at him in bewilderment. "You didn't get enough at dinner?"
"If you had been paying attention, you would have noticed that I didn't actually eat dinner," Mulder replied. "I just moved it around on my plate." He shuddered and then pretended to gag. "Tuna casserole? Blechek,"
"I thought you liked tuna?" Scully asked him as she stood in the doorway to the bathroom.
"I like tuna steaks and an occasional tuna sandwich ….but not tuna casserole," Mulder replied and sighed. "I think I ate too much of it growing up. Tuna casserole is food you eat at home when you aren't trying to impress anybody … not exactly my idea of dinner party food."
"Hard salami."
"Huh?" Mulder replied furrowing his eyebrows.
"I'll take some hard salami," Scully replied with a grin.
"With or without bread?"
"I think there are some crackers down there in the cabinet."
"Oh no, if you are going to eat your meat on crackers, you'll need to come get it yourself," Mulder said with a sly grin on his face. He headed down the stairs. Scully followed a few seconds later.
After snacking on salami and crackers, Mulder dished up bowls of Rocky Road ice cream and they moved over to relax on the couch. Scully watched Mulder turn on the fireplace and adjust the flame as she covered up with the blanket.
"I don't know Mulder, there is something just wrong about turning on the fireplace. Fires should be lit and stoked, not just turned on with a flick of a switch," Scully said eating her ice cream.
"I didn't just flick the switch, I turned this little knob too," Mulder said as pushed open the glass doors. He stood up and walked over to the couch. "Well, I'm sure there is a CC&R about wood fireplaces ... like the smell of the wood burning would bring too much of a homey atmosphere to the neighborhood." He settled on the couch and picked up his bowl of ice cream.
"Okay, so motive," Mulder started and then stuck a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.
"None that I can see from the outside," Scully replied. "Which is exactly what the San Diego PD had on the other three cases, nothing. People just disappear and when the neighbors are asked about it … they act all weird."
"Which leads me to believe they are involved," Mulder replied. "They are a little too nosy for my tastes. I thought the old lady that lives across the hall from me was bad. Did you notice Cami's expression when Winn said this place was the American dream?"
"You mean when her face turned ghost white and she nearly choked on her tuna?" Scully replied. "I tried to get her to talk about it on our walk, but she wouldn't open up and then the dog ran into the sewer and that was the end of things." Scully stirred her ice cream around in the bowl. "What do you think Mike's necklace was doing down there?"
"I dunno," Mulder replied with a mouthful of ice cream. After he swallowed he continued. "Maybe he lost it."
"In the sewer drain?"
"Right in front of his house … It's possible. Haven't you ever dropped your keys in the sewer?"
Scully stared at him in frustration. She hated it when he played devil's advocate. Let's change the subject, she thought as she set the bowl on the end table. "What did you and Winn talk about while we were gone?"
"Nothing much," Mulder shrugged. "He doesn't have much of a personality. Very strict … a little too law abiding, it's like he is obsessed with the CC&R's. I think he asked me four times what I did for a living though."
"What did you tell him?"
"I said you were a sex kitten and I was your slave," Mulder answered with a sly grin on his face. He moved closer to Scully on the couch and started to play with her hair and the back of her neck.
It wasn't long before they were kissing each other hungrily, probing their mouths with tongues, discovering each other like it was the first time. Scully took the lead fueled again by her need for him. She straddled his legs and settled over him, running her fingers through his hair. He pulled back from their embrace and locked his gaze on hers, holding her like a hypnotic trance. Scully felt herself being pulled into the moment and arched her back as he ran his hands along the length of her torso.
She watched him untie the robe and slide his hands under the fabric of her pajamas, slowly creeping his hands up to her swollen breasts. He found the nipples erect and hard. She gasped as he squeezed her nipples. She felt his arousal growing beneath the fabric of his sweat pants and lowered herself down to rub against him. The friction caused her mound to throb with desire and she could feel herself getting wet.
Scully tugged his t-shirt over his head and shed her robe in the process. Mulder pushed her pajama top off her as well and quickly took her full breast into his mouth, sucking on one nipple, while kneading the other with his thumb. The pressure and sensations were too much for her and she felt an orgasm roll free inside. She cried out as Mulder continued his pressure on her chest. Scully pulled his head closer to her breast as she rocked her hips against his waist. "Mulder," she gasped as her tidal wave began to diminish. "Make love to me."
He pulled back from her breast and looked into her eyes, which were filled with desire. He lifted her off his waist into a standing position in front of him. He tugged her pajama bottoms down and traced the outline of her mound fully exposed in front of him. He leaned forward and began to finger her folds, flicking his tongue across her bud which was dripping wet with her essence. Mulder could hear her gasp above him and felt her fingertips massage the top of his head, her fingernails gently raking across his scalp.
After a minute, she pushed his head back and knelt down in front of him. Mulder slid his sweatpants down and moved his legs apart to allow her better access. He watched her take his arousal in her mouth and work her magic on it. He leaned his head back on the cushions, still watching her as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. He felt the sensations begin to overwhelm him, the friction of the tightness of her lips, the wetness of her tongue and the stroke of her hand. He felt his organism build and he bit his lip to stop himself from exploding in her mouth. Think basketball, think basketball, he chided himself trying to stop the buildup in his groin. He took a deep breath and blew it hard out his mouth willing the sensation to go away, just temporarily.
He reached down and pulled Scully up to him again, sliding down on the cushion for better position. She straddled him and he pushed himself inside her quickly, hearing her gasp as his girth evaded her. They rocked in unison as they probed each others mouths and he massaged her breasts. As he felt the pressure building inside of his organ, he moved his hands to Scully's waist to slow her movements.
Scully was close to her apex again and could tell from the look in Mulder's eyes that he was as well. She knew he wanted to slow things down, but all she could think about was feeling his explosion inside of her. She spread her legs open a little farther and began to move a little more quickly in her thrusts. She distracted him by shoving a breast into his mouth and running her hand across the back of his neck. After a second more, she felt her own release from below and cried out his name as she bit her lip. As she continued to rock against him, she felt his frantic movements below her and his firm hold on her hips in an attempt to stop her movement on him. His explosion was intense and she listened with a smile on her face as he growled and moaned her name.
Scully giggled quietly as she continued to rock against him, knowing that it drove him crazy. She was reveling in the moment when he caught her off guard by flipping her over onto her back. She screamed out at the unexpectedness of it and quickly laughed to cover her surprise.
"Mulder," she squealed as he hovered above her. She looked up at him and caught the grin on his face. "Why are you laughing?"
"A little ironic don't you think? The first time we made love was on a couch in front of a fireplace and the first time we make love after our first fight, we are again on a couch in front of a fireplace."
"With just one small difference," Scully replied still trying to catch her breath. "That house was haunted."
"This place has its own unexplained phenomena," Mulder remarked as settled between in the cradle of her legs and pulled the blanket over them. "Who's to say it isn't haunted?"
She rolled her eyes. "And there will be no surprise interruptions by fellow guests." She lay there silently; staring into the flame of the fireplace as she absent-mindedly ran her fingers through Mulder's hair. After a short time, she felt him putting pressure on her mound with his fingers.
"Ready for round two?" he asked her quietly and winked at her.
Scully nodded and watched his head dip down between her legs.
TBC
A/N: I had just watched Full Frontal on DVD before writing this chapter and had to put the "plastic bag" reference in there. For those of you who haven't seen it … it's very bizarre…. And funny in a weird kinda way.