Chapter 4

Her small delicate body was squirming under me. To wrestle with this red fury was getting harder with each passing second. I had to squeeze her thrashing legs with my thighs, catch her hands by her wrists, and draw them up over her head, pressing my rock hard erection into her stomach.

We were staring into each other's eyes, panting audibly.

How many times had we neared this line? How many times had we had to retreat?

"Bastard," she spat through her clenched teeth.

Oh, Scully, you never know!

"Yep," I readily agreed with her, "but that's why you are here, in my bed. And let me remind you I'm not some stranger from a sleazy bar, so you won't get rid of me so easy."

"I hope you aren't going to rape me, are you?"

"If you give such definition to my actions, I must turn your attention to the fact that you aren't putting up much resistance here, Scully." I leaned closer to her flushed face. "And answering to your question, no, I'm just gonna fuck you."

Her eyes widened in astonishment, and I decided to sum it up, "Enough with this bullshit."

Following Scully's lead means arguing until Hell freezes over, but, obviously, I didn't have so much time at my disposal. This red-headed wench was sprawling under me, and I was going to savour her to the utmost.

I loosened my grip on Scully, get on my knees, and rolled her over on her stomach. She tried to escape, but her feeble attempts aroused me even more. Holding Scully by her delicate ankles, I stripped her slacks off and then did the same with her turtle neck. Her skin burnt under my fingers, and I didn't deprive myself of a pleasure to caress her slender arms and seductive hips.

She was clad in white cotton underwear. Very simple and comfortable.

I got rid of her panties and bra cunningly, and then tore off my own underwear.

Her resistance was lessening, I felt it.

I saw the very same tattoo on her lower back. It was an image of a serpent, devouring its own tail. I circled Uroboros with my thumb, and Scully winced visibly.

I lowered my hands on her hips, effortlessly finding two small dimples on the top of her butt cheeks with my thumbs. Scully whimpered and raised her ass slightly, unconsciously seeking out the contact with my rock hard, hot cock. I saw her licking her lips, and this gesture sent a stab of pulsing pain through my groin.

I acted silently, confidently, without any hesitation, feeling maddening mix of lust and excitement.

She was on her stomach now and couldn't see me, but I made my intentions perfectly clear. As I slid my fingers over her crotch, she shivered and pressed her forehead to the sheets, closing her eyes shut.

"Spread your legs. Wider," I ordered, putting my knee between her legs when she did as she'd been told. I started caressing her clit in circular motions, feeling her exposed flesh with my fingers. Stroking her nether lips, I checked out her readiness for me.

Then I turned my attention to the curve of her butt cheeks. Scully held her breath, forgetting to inhale, until the air escaped her half-opened lips in a form of a long, shuddering whistle.

"You want it."

It wasn't a question, but my words demanded an answer.

"Yes, I do."

I pushed one, then two fingers inside her, slightly stretching her inner muscles, and began to move them, imitating thrusts of my penis. She was trembling and moving with my hand, eager to feel my fingers inside her body as deep as possible.

Pressing my erection to the skin of her back and sliding it between her butt checks, I pushed harder and directed it to her entrance. Once inside I made a fast thrust, penetrating her deeper.

She let out a muffled shriek when I filled her to the limit. Scully was so tight inside but at the same time so wet that I barely felt any friction at all. Only exquisite sensation of completeness.

I grabbed her wrists with my hands and prompted her to bend her knees. She arched her back, and this shift in a new position allowed me to slide even deeper. Scully cried softly, perhaps, feeling a stab of pain, but it didn't diminish our mutual pleasure.

I groaned.

"You're so hot."

I started my thrusts. At first I impaled her on my cock slowly, gripping her thighs firmly, then speeded up. Scully'd been thrashing and wriggling under me by then.

I slowed down her erratic jerks, pounding into her harder, making my thrusts faster and more intensive. At one moment I dug the fingers of one of my hand into her thigh hard enough to leave my marks on her body.

I kept on pumping into her, covering her neck with kisses.

It was like that – she took everything I gave her.

"Come for me," I breathed.

I fixed my eyes on her, feeling that she could give me what I wanted from her.

Suddenly she arched her back even more, and a loud cry escaped her lips when she clung to the sheets with her fingers. I froze, our bodies still joined. Overwhelming pleasure swept over her, leaving her panting from the intensiveness of it. Soon I went on slamming into her even harder and faster, squeezing her thighs with my hands and pressing her body to my own. Just a moment later I groaned loudly as I pushed myself over the edge and into abyss of my own ecstasy.

Rapidly cooling sweat covered our bodies, making us feel slightly chilly, but it still was amazing sensation.


Epilogue

"So, just like that? So simple, Mulder?

Scully had a special gift of throwing me off. Even after our lovemaking just a few hours ago I didn't know what expect from her. All my previous experience with fair sex told me that I had to talk my way out of this with the help of some romantic bullshit, women were so fond of, but I had a feeling this trick wouldn't work here; I couldn't get away with that with her.

I straightened on the bed and caressed her slender leg, visible under rumpled sheets.

"Scully, I didn't say that simple means easy."

"You preferred to skip talking at all, Mulder."

She twisted her wrists in front of my eyes meaningfully, and I saw quite prominent bruises, left by my fingers on her tender skin. I really didn't want to hurt her. Ever.

Well, our pair was truly unique.

"I'm sorry for this, but you pissed me off."

"Funny, you're trying to put the blame on me again."

"Sorry son of a bitch," I nodded my agreement.

She screwed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"How nice of you."

"But you've stayed, Scully."

I hit the nail on the head. Scully had a strong character and whining wasn't her style. I realized that there had been other men in her life, older and more experienced than me, but I wanted to be her last one, was eager to make her mine from now on.

Sorry son of a bitch indeed.

"Mulder-" she started, but I interrupted her.

"Look, you won't deny that we know each other better than anyone else. We've gone through a lot during these years. And I can't go on without you. I want us to try it, Scully. Try to be together. You and I."

My heart hammered in my chest so fast that it seemed my ribs began to hurt. For a moment I considered warning her that even if she refused my offer, it wouldn't stop me from trying to make her agree. Especially now, when I got to know an effective way to do so.

She was staring intently at her bruises she'd shown me earlier. As she smiled and looked up at me at last, I thought that I died and got to Heaven.

"Mulder, let's visit one place."


Scully insisted on going to those offices where she'd been received by C.G.B. Hurriedly climbing the stairs, she started opening doors of various empty offices. I was hardly keeping up with her although I had already suspected that we wouldn't be able to find any traces there.

"He was here! These were his offices! What the hell is this?!"

My red-headed wench was trying to wrap her head around what was going on and how she should proceed from now. I wanted to cheer her up by joking in my usual smartass manner, but couldn't do that. All of this was yet another reminder from the Smoking Man: he was capable of anything and even more if he truly wanted to reach his goal.

Scully gave me a confused glance.

"Mulder, he laid it all out for me! I recorded it and mailed you the tape! I met this old woman, Marjorie Butters! I saw her pictures, her birth certificate-"

I knew that she was absolutely sincere with me; she didn't have to prove herself to me.

"You saw what you needed to see in order to make you believe."

"Well, then what about this boy? This boy with cancer? You can't deny that. That's undeniable proof."

Sympathy, hope, kindness – the best gifts that, according to her faith, the humanity had gotten from God – turned out to be absolutely useless. To be a puppeteer and pull the strings was much more important for a man like Spender.

"Even if we could convince his parents to let us march him out how long before that chip in his neck mysteriously disappears? This was the perfectly executed con, Scully."

I saw a glimpse of pain in her eyes. Yes, my cruel words might hurt her. Spender had shown her all proofs, but now Scully knew that she wouldn't be able to use them. She didn't want to accept it.

"The only thing I can't figure out is why you're still alive."

"Mulder, I looked into his eyes. I swear what he told me was true."

I flinched. That son of a bitch! What a bastard he is!

"He did it all for himself- to get the science on that disk. His sincerity was a mask, Scully. The man's motives never changed."

"You think he used me to save himself- at the expense of the human race?"

"No, he knows what that science is worth, how powerful it is. He'd let nothing stand in his way."

"You may be right, but for a moment, I saw something else in him. A longing for something more than power."

So, old, ill C.G.B tried to gain a little bit of human warmth. Perhaps, he was truly dying, but I didn't give a shit about it.

I hugged Scully and pressed a kiss against the corner of her mouth. How I wanted to deliver her from all bitterness and fear she had had to endure because of the Smoking Man.

But now I was sure of one thing - we would be able to clear the air between us once and for all and deal successfully with all our problems. Together.

The end.