Chapter 3
This might sound strange, but it became possible because of the Smoking Man.
Because of this lying son of a bitch!
His exquisite and tangled like a cobweb plot had been planned as a play in three acts. At first he fed Scully a story about a boy, cured from cancer, and assured her he had been behind those deeds of 'angels'. Then he persuaded her to go with him and finally got all needed information she had obtained for him.
Every act of that show had been planned and performed impeccably. If she had trusted in me from the beginning, I'd have saved her from such incautious step as a deal with Spender Senior.
Those 'independence games' nearly cost Scully her life. Twice, to be precise. Back then in Philadelphia I promised myself that everything would change. And I did my best for it.
Nobody but her knew how much I had lost and how little found over these years. Her sacrifice wasn't less significant than mine either: her abduction, her sister's death, her struggle with cancer. It was enough for anyone to give up and sink into despair.
But she had always had her own opinion and view of everything! So, when it came to the Smoking Man, she also did it her way.
Hell, I just couldn't wrap my head around it!
Spender was well aware of which buttons to push. He must have rubbed his hands in delight when she had come to terms with him and rushed after him without a second thought. I could have beaten my head against the brick wall, trying to find Scully, put out an APB on her with the Bureau, but all of this didn't change the fact that she had followed him willingly.
While the Gunmen were trying to track her, I was pondering over how the Smoking Man must have been pleased with this entire situation. The woman, I'd go to any lengths for, was close to him, literally at arm's length. He could feel her body's warmth, see her flushed cheeks, her sparkling eyes- No doubt about it, he savoured every minute of it.
Spender knew that he must have told her the truth to lull her into a false sense of security. Had he tugged at her heartstrings with some weepy story? Turned inside out his black soul?
I imagined how he led her to the car, lavishing false promises on her, while she tried not to ensnare herself but involuntary had already started to believe the bastard.
She had always been of interest to him, and Spender had never concealed it. The Smoking Man couldn't have thought of more exquisite revenge than making me lose my mind with jealousy and uncertainty. That unbearable mix was stinging me so painfully that it seemed I couldn't breath-
She came back to me a few days later – silent, devastated, and perplexed.
Those minutes, when she entered my apartment and I realized that she was safe and sound, were like vacuum for me. I was bursting with emotions, but I didn't feel them. My mind was noting every single detail of her image. The sense of relief blinded and paralyzed me.
Scully was sitting on my leather couch, while the Gunmen were trying to decode the information from the floppy disk she'd been given by the Smoking Man. As she turned toward me, I felt how the world deafened me.
For those several seconds I went through all the hours when I'd thought that I'd lost her forever, when I'd dashed around in the darkness without sleep, when I'd been ready to follow her million times even if I hadn't known where to exactly, when I'd conjectured and envisioned everything what had happened between her and C.G.B., when I'd imagined her completely in his power – all of this came down like a ton of bricks and cut the ground from under my feet.
In a blink of an eye I turned from a lost and disoriented man to furious and uncontrollable one. My demon had woken up anew.
I'd gone through all of this not for the first time. I'd made a decision to clear some things between us and wasn't about to back off now.
She tried to catch my eye, but I avoided looking at her.
Blood run through my veins faster and faster, setting my already abrupt pulse racing, and I realized that I couldn't leave it like I'd done it in Alaska and Philadelphia.
I wasn't going to play a role of noble and all-forgiving partner anymore.
It was time to remind the red-headed wench about some debts and demand satisfaction.
As expected, the Gunmen couldn't find any information on that disk. It was completely blank.
Byers, Frohike and Langly stole a look at me from time to time. If I were them, I would be nervous, too.
Scully demanded to check the disk out again and again, but it was rather a gesture of despair. It figured – only God and black-lunged son of a bitch knew what she had had to sacrifice to get it. She looked around constantly, not finding the right words to explain, and first of all to herself, what had happened to that information.
She fixed her pleading eyes on me, but I wasn't going to make easier that path, I knew it for sure, she would have to follow within the next several hours.
The Gunmen hastened to leave, and I didn't stop them. Finally I was alone with Scully. I knew very well where to begin. Seven years ago I'd forgone my ground rule and let this red-headed wench get under my skin. It was time to replay that episode in the storage room. For so many years we had been talking about respect and trust, but as soon as a more experienced male came on the scene, all hell broke loose.
It was about time to validate my right of the leader of our team.
I was a man, I was stronger and was going to use it to my advantage.
I put my hand on her shoulder heavily and squeezed it a little bit more forcefully that it was necessary.
"To the bedroom."
It wasn't a polite request – I demanded, counting on her sense of guilt.
Her chest was heaving rapidly, her checks flushed red, her fingers were trembling, but I'd already been in the throes of my long-standing insanity and couldn't back off even if I wanted to.
As the bedroom door slammed behind us, Scully slightly jumped and stepped back. I twisted a key in a lock twice and hid it in my pocket. The redhead was staring at me with challenge. It seemed that she hadn't learnt a thing!
I stripped off my sweater and threw it away. Having seen that, Scully lifted her chin and snorted. That gesture turned me on instantly, my cock was ready to tear through the zipper of my jeans.
Now, as well as in Alaska and Philadelphia, I wanted to bend her to my will, wipe off the smirk from her lips with my mouth, make her accept my power and claim her as mine. My demon prodded me to act fast and aggressively, not giving her time to build up a new wall of alienation around herself.
Her slim neck was partly exposed despite the high collar of her turtle neck, the dark slacks hugged her hips tightly, the suit coat securely covered all her feminine curves. I wanted nothing more than to rip those clothes apart and reveal her body to my hungry look.
I fought the urge to take her immediately with my last strength.
She misunderstood my silence and took a few hasty steps toward the door. I grabbed her halfway and slightly pressed to the wall. She gave a shriek and tried to throw up her arms in a defensive gesture, learned during our training in the Academy.
"Scully, I'm much stronger," I whispered into her ear as I squeezed her in my embrace.
Without any warming from my part, I slid my hand under her turtle neck, gripped her breast, then found her rapidly hardening nipple with my fingers and pinched it.
She jerked in attempt to get free from my caressing hand, but I pushed my knee between her legs and blocked all her further movements.
I rubbed my cheek over her red locks and, leaning my head down a little, bit the skin just below her cheekbone. Tomorrow there will be a hickey there for sure – my mark on her body.
She stilled, getting used to this new balance of power and, undoubtedly, weighing her chances. My erection pressed into her firm butt, and I squirmed, feeling as she arched her back and leaned on me. My self-possession was strained to the limit, but I wanted from her not to challenge her weakness. I sought after her obedience.
I loosened my grip on her just barely, then moved my hand down and rested it between her thighs, rubbing her crotch. The heat from her center burnt my palm even through the fabric of her slacks. Scully shuddered and whimpered. Acting firmly, I stripped her off the slacks, revealing plain cotton panties. I pushed them aside and covered her butt cheeks with my palms. She had been shivering uncontrollably by then, unconsciously surrendering to the power of my hands.
I spread the folds between her thighs, pushed two fingers inside, and barely refrained from climaxing at the moment. She was unbelievably wet and hot.
I began to caress her with my fingers. Scully arched her back again, I heard her moans and felt her body heat. The painful pressure in my groin became almost unbearable, I wanted nothing more than enter her with one single thrust and move until we both collapse, completely spent.
But if I succumbed to that weakness now and made love with her by rules, I would lose control over Scully forever. I had to either go all the way in or never start this show. And her body was my best ally in achieving this ultimate goal.
I didn't let her come, stopping my caresses when she was on the verge of her climax. She froze, expecting the continuation of the foreplay and well-earned release, but I'd already removed my hand and gotten ready for the attack. And it wasn't long in coming!
Scully shifted and kicked me to the groin, putting all her strength in the blow. I had barely dodged it. Her fury made her incredibly passionate, so my desire to have her like that started turning into some pervert obsession.
She made an attempt to put her slacks back on, and her fumbling with her clothes gave me a few needed seconds. As her red locks shot up, I stepped closer to her and blocked her next left-handed blow.
Her lithe body was giving off the waves of anger and I fathomed out the reason behind it.
Scully could be a highly professional agent, well-known scientist, but at first she was a woman. My partner, my agent, my woman.
So, I wanted her to accept this simple fact and gave in to me. And finally stop challenging me by getting a tattoo and travelling over the country with Morley's addicts.
As I wrapped my arms around her waist, sweeping her up and letting her know that I wasn't going to back off, I covered her lips with my own and pushed my tongue between them forcefully. She gasped, and I took advantage of her confusion. Frantically caressing her mouth, I denied her any opportunity to come to her senses.
We collapsed on the bed.
