Act IV – Blanket Toss*

Mulder didn't waste any time going to Scully's room. "Scully! Open up!" He banged insistently on the door. When she swung it open, she looked very concerned.

"What is it? I just got back!" Scully stood aside, but only because Mulder was pushing his way in.

"I saw him kiss you."

Scully stared at him for a few beats. "So? I could ask why you were watching, but my main question is why is that a problem? I didn't interfere with Bambi or Detective White. I can do what I want with whom I want."

Mulder ran fingers through his thick head of hair. "No, you can't, Scully." He crossed the room and gently grabbed her arms. "I won't let him have you."

"Mulder, are you ok?"

"I've waited too long. WE'VE waited too long. Scully, I was hoping when this case was over that we could discuss our partnership…our relationship. I was going to approach you with the idea that night in the bar when Bane stole my thunder. I want you to stay away from him."

Scully pulled away. "Mulder, you aren't making sense. I think…"

She stopped talking because Mulder was kissing her. He wanted to wipe the memory of Colsyn Bane's assault away. He needed her to understand how much she meant to him and the direction this was leading. Mulder pressed her against him and she opened to him. He drank from her. She felt so good and she wasn't fighting him. That was a surprise, but a good one. When he released her lips, he saw her eyes were still closed.

"I hope that explained what I meant, Scully." Mulder was catching his breath and so was she. Scully hadn't pulled away from him yet, but that triumph was short lived.

"Mulder?!" Scully recovered and backed away. "What is going on?"

He approached his partner slowly. "You know that I love you—don't you, Scully? I do. I have for a long time. I thought you felt the same way about me. Do you?"

Scully stared at him so long, Mulder wanted to sink into the floor. He misjudged this whole scenario and had to salvage it. She couldn't leave him—he would never survive. "Uh, Scully…what I meant was…"

"Yes, I love you, Mulder."

The words reverberated in his head until they were properly absorbed. She admitted it. Mulder knew she loved him, but assumed the stubborn Queen of Denial wouldn't acknowledge it. Oh god. She actually said the words.

"You love me? Then why…?"

Scully crossed her arms and walked to the other side of the room. "Why, Mulder? Why would I engage in a relationship with my FBI partner against regulations? Why would I set myself up for disappointment when his heart and soul were elsewhere? Why would I risk everything for a man that couldn't love me the way I loved him? I don't know, Mulder. Why would I?"

"I've always loved you as best as I could." Even Mulder knew that sounded hollow. It was only since the resolution of his sister's disappearance that he finally let go of his obsession of over 20 years. The realization that he hadn't been very fair to her hit home.

Mulder hung his head. "I'm sorry, Scully. I haven't demonstrated this well, have I?"

"No, you haven't. Why the sudden urgency? Is it Cole? Finally, some competition spurred you into this revelation?"

Mulder knew he was losing control of the situation. First, his jealousy caused him to force his way in and now he had to explain himself. Saying nothing, he reached into his wallet and pulled out the tickets to the Dream Team Basketball game.

"It wasn't because of Cole, but he upped my plans." Mulder handed the tickets to his partner. "I had hoped to close the case and then spend some time in Fairbanks with you. I was going to tell you how I felt and see if you were ready…y'know…for the next level."

"A basketball game is going to the next level?" Scully was getting angry. This wasn't going well.

Mulder threw out the etiquette out the window. "Cole was right about one thing. I do want you." He charged his diminutive partner and pinned her against the wall. "Obviously, talking isn't working for me. I think I'll let my actions speak." He kissed her again, trapping her body so she had to submit to him. Yeah, he could be charged for assault, but he had to stem the tide. He was going to lose her if he didn't.

For several seconds, Scully tried to resist him, but his size and weight overpowered her. Eventually, she allowed him to kiss her and finally—to his gratification—she returned his kisses and with the passion he always knew was there. He had thawed the Ice Queen and was enjoying the fruits of his labors. Scully was a craving that had to be satisfied and Mulder was determined to get his fill. Soon, his decorum fled and he gripped her luscious bottom tightly as he pulled her closer and closer. When air was required, Mulder explored her neck and that tantalizing 'v' of her blouse. Her skin was delicious and he wanted more.

"Scully…" Mulder huffed. "I want to make love to you. I've waited too long already. Surrender to me."

"Take me, Mulder." A breathless Scully said without reservation.

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Mulder didn't need to be told twice. He pulled her blouse out of her jeans and started on the buttons, but Scully pushed his hands away.

"Start stripping, Mulder. I can't pull your shirt over your head—I'm too short."

That Mona Lisa smile was back and Mulder was sure his goofy grin spoke volumes. "But you can take off my pants, Scully. To have the famous Enigmatic Agent Scully remove any piece of clothing would be a dream come true."

"Sometimes you are silly, Mulder." Scully was down to her underwear.

"I think that is one of my most endearing qualities."

Mulder nearly crowed as Scully unbuckled his belt and jeans. Having the woman of his dreams standing there in her lacy underwear, pushing his pants around his ankles gave him all he needed. Yep, if he checked out now, it would be okay. He stepped out of his pants and they both stared at each other. Mulder was sporting wood nearly a mile long and if he didn't get his boxers off soon, they would be soaked with his pre-cum.

"Is that for me?" Scully ran a finger down his length.

He hissed at the sensation. "Always for you." Mulder was quite serious and lifted her chin so she could see his expression. "Only for you." He could see in her eyes when she understood the power of his words. A priest, a Bible or a district judge couldn't have made the occasion more official. He was pledging his life to her, now and always.

"I've been waiting for this, Mulder. I've wanted it too."

"Are you mine, Scully? Are you only for me?"

Mulder nearly fainted with the impact of her next words. "I've been yours since I walked into that office 7 years ago." Her striking blue eyes never left his warm hazel ones. "You had a presence that I knew I wouldn't escape easily—if at all. I tried a few times, but I kept coming back. For a long time, I thought I would die pining for you because you would never return the depth of my feelings. Just recently I realized that what I mistook as indifference was a misguided effort at protection. You were afraid of me and for me. However, I've always loved you, Mulder."

He swung Scully into his arms and deposited her on the bed. Crawling over her, Mulder captured her mouth with a passionate kiss. "Let me show you how much I love you."

Mulder unhooked her bra and pictured the hot cocoa between her breasts. It turned out that her alabaster skin tasted far better than some lukewarm chocolate drink. Scully was like a mulled wine—spicy and sweet. Her nipples were delicious and he sucked on them greedily as she moaned beneath him.

He left his boxers intact on purpose. That scrap of clothing would serve as a temporary barrier so he wouldn't just plunge himself into her depths. He wanted his moment to last. Kissing his way down her belly, he paused to take in the sights as he removed her panties. Her red-haired muff was beautiful. Mulder never doubted that Scully was a true redhead, but confirmation was nice. The soft fur was a lighter orange color than what she normally wore on her head, but no matter what, it was perfect.

"Yes, I do color my hair, Mulder. The carrot top shade isn't me." Mulder looked up to see his partner of seven years gazing fondly at him.

He grinned even wider. "I think I need a closer look, Scully." He parted her thighs and delved into his meal.

Mulder had many women in his time, but most were in college before he joined the FBI. There were a few that taught him how to please a woman and he was grateful for every minute of that instruction now. Left up to Scully to teach him, she would no doubt start explaining the difference between the vulva, vagina and clitoris in excruciating painful detail, but he already knew his way around. When he licked her with the flat of his tongue and the swirled around her clit, the answering moans and gyrations confirmed he found the spot marked 'X'. He would look for the 'G' spot later.

Glad that he had shaved late that day, Mulder licked and suckled until Scully nearly bucked him off. He held on and brought her through with flying colors, if the loud screams invoking deities and his name meant anything. He never took her for a screamer. The management might be beating down their door at any second.

With a face dripping from her juices and a limp, but pleased woman in front of him, Mulder rose up, wiped his face and spooned next to her. The one thing that he remembered most about making love to a woman is to let her enjoy her orgasmic pink cloud. Some men are so anxious to get theirs that they start right in on fucking the nearest thing in sight—if—they try to please their woman at all. Mulder held her tightly against him and listened to the sounds of her contented cooing as he pressed kisses into her hair. The pleasure he received from a job well done was keeping his lust at bay for the moment.

"Muller?" Scully's voice sounded like a little girl. "Dat wuz gud, Muller."

He chuckled in her ear. "I'm glad you enjoyed. Let me know when you are ready for more."

She unexpectedly spun in his arms. Her eyes were clearing from the orgasmic fog. "I want to feel you inside me."

"Your wish is my command." He kissed her deeply and mounted her. "I can't wait to try my favorite positions on you, my dear. This time, I want to see you." Scully nodded and pushed impatiently at his boxers. He allowed her to move them down then kicked them away. Now they were naked to each other.

Mulder kissed her neck and breasts as he gently parted her legs. "You are so beautiful, Scully. So many men want you, but you are mine. I'm staking my claim and I'll defend it to the death, if necessary. Mine, Scully—no one else." He thrust and she screamed.

He should have considered that it had been years for both of them and the tight, snug fit bore that out. At first, he thought he had really hurt her, but when he looked into her eyes, there was a little bit of pain, but the predominate emotion was elation. He was sure that was on his face too. He was finally inside her and they were consummating their long, established union.

"I can't hold back. I—I just can't." Mulder pumped into her with abandon. Scully held on and the strength of this thrusts shook the bedframe. The name of God was taken in vain on both sides and Mulder reveled in his name used so ardently (and loudly). He knew he was grunting like an animal, but reason had fled and there was only emotion and raw desire.

"Oh, god, Mulder! I'm coming again!" Scully screamed that so loud—he was sure that the whole town heard.

His passion had built to a fevered pitch, but he tried to hold off until she was fulfilled so when her hoarse cry ripped through the room, he allowed himself to release all the hunger, yearning and need that had collected for seven long years. At first, he didn't understand where this new voice had come from, as it was primal, strong and powerful. It was also screaming Scully's name as Mulder's essence flowed out of him and into his heart's desire.

The two lovers collapsed on each other and Mulder enjoyed being held by Scully until his mind could focus enough to understand the weight on his petite partner might be too much. Slipping out and rolling to the side, he grasped her middle again and spooned up against her. He realized that she was already asleep and soon, oblivion fell over him like a dark cloak in the peace of the moment. Unfortunately, that meant that he didn't see the green glowing eyes watching them through the motel window and he certainly missed it when they changed to an angry red.