TITLE: Aural Sex AUTHOR: syntax6 SUMMARY: With Scully still recovering from her gunshot wound, she and Mulder make the most of bedtime conversation. RATED: NC-17. Seriously. I am checking IDs at the door. DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully are not mine, and it's just as well because if they were, they would have been too tired to chase mutants. ARCHIVE: Please ask permission. FEEDBACK: If you're so inclined, that would be lovely. Syn_tax6@yahoo.com Given the laws of probability and the amount of time Mulder and Scully spent in various county emergency departments, it was probably fated that they exchange their first "I love yous" in a hospital room. Well, technically two hospital rooms, since he had gone first, several months before, after his sojourn to the Bermuda triangle and the resultant really good drugs. It took a life lesson from Alfred Fellig and a bullet from Peyton Ritter before Scully was finally able to answer him. Mulder had flown up after work on Friday and was sitting in her room at the NYU medical center with a bag of sunflower seeds in his lap and his tie draped over the end of her bed. "Who is Ghandi?" he said to the TV mounted in the corner, and rewarded himself with another seed. They were ostensibly watching a "Jeopardy" rerun on the Game Show Network, but Scully was really watching him. His face was pale in the blue flicker from the TV, and she could see the faint smudges under his eyes. He had lost weight over the past few weeks, as she had, both of them returning to the slimmer bodies they'd sported when they had first met six years earlier. Mulder was older now, though, with creases around his eyes when he smiled at her, like he was doing now because he had just answered the question, "According to a novel by Douglas Adams, the answer to this question is 42." "What is the meaning of life?" Mulder had blurted at the screen. Then he smiled at her and she smiled back. "You've missed your calling," she told him. "You should be on the game-show circuit, Mulder." "Nah," he replied, popping a seed. "Why not?" "Maybe I'm just too shy." He smiled again, creases showing, and Scully grew all warm and squishy inside because she knew he was telling the truth. Mulder could stand in front of reporters lined up three deep and answer questions about bloody murders, but something about trussing him up under bright lights and bells and whistles made him shy. That she instinctively believed this about him, that their years together had somehow given her this knowledge without them ever having discussed it before was suddenly amazing to her and unbelievably moving. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Mulder," she said, stretching out her hand across the bed towards him. "Hmm?" He was watching a man scrubbing himself in the shower with Zest soap. "Mulder, I love you," she said, and held her breath. He turned his head slowly, eyes black in the low light, and blinked at her several times without responding. "What did you say?" "I said I love you." His hand crept up and covered hers with a squeeze. "That's what I thought you said." Her heart was pounding cracks in her ribs and this was the best he could do? She hung on tight to his hand with both of hers. Maybe he didn't understand. "I love you," she said again, her voice thick. He smiled. "I love you too, Scully. You know that." He stretched over and gave her a lingering kiss on her forehead. She drew his hand up to rest between her breasts. He was gazing down at her fondly while a Toyota commercial sang in the background. The crinkles were there around his eyes. The ends of his full mouth turned up just slightly. He looked tired, but satisfied. At peace. A sneaking suspicion welled up inside her. "You already knew," she said. His fingers toyed with the thin cotton of her hospital gown and warmth spread over her chest and down to her toes. "I knew," he admitted softly. Part of her was relieved. "How?" He ducked his head, looking amused, and Scully frowned. "Mulder..." He peeked up. "You talk in your sleep." "I do not!" She could feel her cheeks growing hot. He gave a half-shrug. "Oh, God," she said, closing her eyes. She felt him squeeze her hand again. Their joined fingers rested heavily on her breastbone. Mulder moved his hand gently back and forth so their knuckles gave her a joint caress. Finally, she could look at him again. "What else did I say?" she asked. Mulder's mouth twitched and he turned back towards the TV. "Look, Scully, it's final Jeopardy time!" "Mulder." "Oooh, the category is famous crimes. I'm betting everything, Scully, how about you?" Resigned, Scully sighed and scooted over to the edge of the mattress to be closer to him. They were still holding hands. "I'm betting everything too," she answered, and tucked his hand back between them for good. *** Three weeks later Scully was pondering the painful irony that, after all these years, she and Mulder were finally in sync with their feelings but they were not in a position to do anything about it. The even darker ironic twist: they spent all their time together in a bedroom, as Scully wasn't yet mobile. They had transferred her back down to the DC area to a rehab center that was closer to her mother, Mulder and her medical insurance. Thankfully the medical staff didn't mind Mulder hanging around in her room at all hours of the night. He snapped off the late-night monster movie, plunging her room into darkness. The door was locked and the hall was quiet outside. A gentle spring rain pattered against the windows. Mulder put his face down next to her hip and yawned into the mattress. She rubbed his warm head, delighting in the feel of his hair between her fingers. Mulder murmured his agreement against the covers. His hand came up to settle on her knee, which he stroked back and forth in time to her caresses. Mulder turned his face toward her, looking up at her with sleepy eyes. She stroked the side of his prickly face. "You going home?" she asked. "Mmm. In a minute." He shifted to kiss the center of her palm. Scully traced the shell of his ear as his tongue tickled the hollow between her fingers. The feel of his rough tongue on her skin sent heat through her like steam through a radiator. "Mulder," she said as he continued his exploration. Her voice came out low and gravelly from the late hour and the pain medication. "We can't." He heaved a sigh and ceased licking her. "I know." He sat up and dragged his chair closer, then settled down next to her at the head of the bed. Scully pressed her face against his shirt and inhaled deeply. Mulder reached around to stroke the back of her head. "How long until they spring you?" "I don't know yet. Maybe as early as next week. Maybe not until the end of the month." She kissed his arm. "But Mulder... even when I get out, I won't be able to... you know. Not right away." "I know." He gave her a reassuring pat. She trailed her fingers down his spine and he arched like a cat. "It's not that I don't want to." "I know, Scully." He shifted to look at her. "The important thing right now is that you get well. That's all that matters. I've made do with imagination for a while now and that'll keep working until you're better." She huffed a breath and smiled. "Imagination, Mulder?" "I have one of the best around, or haven't you heard?" "Yes, I'm intimately familiar." He kissed her hand. "You," he said, "should be very intimate. Very." Kiss. "Very." Kiss. "Intimate." Scully's blood started humming and her skin tingled. "Tell me," she breathed. Mulder's head was next to her on the pillow. He turned so that their noses touched. "Agent Scully," he murmured, his breath skimming her face, "are you proposing we have oral sex?" Her insides quivered at the words, despite his pun. This was all they could have for now, these whispers in the dark. She wanted to hear him say the words. Aural consummation. "Please," she whispered. Mulder put his hand to her face, his fingers spread and not quite touching her. "I'll tell you," he said, his voice suddenly serious, "if you'll tell me." She opened her eyes and he grazed her forehead, her cheeks, her chin, with the tips of his fingers. "Wha..what?" "A fantasy for a fantasy, Scully. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Tit," he said, "for tat." Scully swallowed with effort and stared into his black eyes. "Okay," she agreed. "But you go first." Mulder rolled to his back and didn't say anything for a long minute. She heard his shallow breathing, saw his chest rise and fall. Pins and needles pricked inside her as she waited an eternity for him to begin speaking. "It's daylight," he began at last, and just those few words sent shivers of pleasure through her. "We're driving on one of those back roads in the middle of nowhere in a rented car. We're supposed to be going to the airport." At this, he turned and looked at her. "But we're not," she said, not a question. The pillow moved beneath her head as he indicated "no." "We have plenty of time before our flight," he continued. "That's what you tell me. You check your little gold watch and you say, 'We have over two hours before the flight, Mulder.' "So I'm kind of kidding around now. I say, 'We could stop at the next town and get coffee. Or we could just pull over to the side of the road, get in the backseat and do it.'" In the hospital room, Scully's stomach flipped, because she knows which option they would choose. She sucked in a breath and waited. "And so you say, 'Pull the car over, Mulder.'" Scully giggled, partly in pleasure, partly in nervous laughter. Mulder grinned at her. "I told you it's a fantasy," he protested. "Go on, go on." She was already breathless. "I find a kind of turn off behind some trees," Mulder continued. "I'm shaking so hard I can barely park the car. I can't believe we're finally going to have sex. But it's real. You're already climbing into the backseat ahead of me. The leather's all creaking and I'm wondering if I should leave the keys in the ignition for some mood music." Scully rubbed his arm. "How sweet." "But then you're unbuttoning your blouse and I forget all about the damn radio. I get into the backseat and we start kissing. I can't believe how easy it is, how hot. You're climbing all over me and there are way too many clothes in the way." "What am I wearing?" she asked. "Huh? Um... clothes. You know, the usual kind. I start unwrapping you like a Christmas present though. You're all soft and warm and I wish I had more hands so I could touch everywhere at once. I've got you on my lap and your bra is open and falling off your shoulders and you make this squeaking noise when I put my mouth on you." Scully squeaked. "Yeah, kind of like that," Mulder agreed, still lost in the daydream. "So I'm sucking your breasts and you're kind of moaning over my head and I can feel it vibrating through you. It's hot in the car and you're rubbing yourself in my lap and I think if I don't get inside you soon I may explode in my pants." "I'm trying to get your skirt up further but it's all twisted and then you slide off me. I try to grab you back, but you have other ideas. Your hands undo my belt and open my pants. God, I'm so hard I could pound nails with it." Scully screwed her eyes shut and imagined. Her mouth had gone dry and her heart was running a marathon inside her chest. "Your little fingers work through the opening in my boxers and pull me out," Mulder went on, sounding a little strained now. "I'm huge and hard and waving around in the naked air and you give me this look like it's the best present you could have ever asked for. God, and then you're touching me, and my head is back against the seat and my hands are gripping both doors at once. You feel so good, Scully. I think I might die." Scully quivered. She thought she might die, too. "Go on," she managed to say. Mulder licked his lips. "You lean down and take me in your mouth. I practically jump out of my skin. I'm saying your name like a chant. 'Scully Scully Scully.' The faster I say it the harder you suck on me. I open my eyes because I have to see you. I have to touch you. Your hair in my fingers, your cheeks working so hard... The whole car is rocking and all I can hear is you sucking me. I think I am going to come but just then, it's like you know, and you stop. You climb into my lap again and your eyes are all wild. You help me get your skirt up around your ass. Scully, you aren't wearing any underwear." Scully opened one eye. This *was* a fantasy. "You say, 'Fuck me, Mulder,' and it's like that's what I was born to do. I put it right in and you start rocking me like you're riding a pony. Up, down, up, down. We're both panting and I need to kiss you again." Oh, yes please. More of that. "Your knees are pressing against my hips like spurs and I'm bucking up as far as I can. We're really into it, Scully, and it's not going to last much longer. You grab my head and start yowling, grinding down on my lap and I know I can let go now. I come so hard I almost black out." Scully could barely speak. "Mulder," she said. "Wow." "It's not over," he told her, turning to meet her eyes. "After it's done you open your eyes and you give me the sweetest kiss." She stretched over for his mouth. "Like this?" Their lips met, hot but tender. They touched once, twice, and lingered a third time with just a hint of tongue. "Mmm," he said against her mouth. "Just like that." She had turned to liquid inside, her brain fuzzy and her palms warm. "Your turn," he reminded her with a nudge. "I'm not sure I'm verbal after that." "Fair's fair." She nuzzled his shoulder. "That's really your fantasy?" "One of many." God, she couldn't imagine the others. She was a pile of goo and they hadn't even made it past first base. If they made love, she'd probably have to be hospitalized again. "I'm waiting," Mulder said from his place next to her on the pillow. Scully sighed and tried to pick out a fantasy for him. She had quite the Greatest Hits collection herself, and she wanted to share a good one. One worthy of the woman he had imagined in his dream. "Okay," she said, a little shaky. "We're stranded on a desert island." "Oh, boy!" Mulder said as he rubbed his hands together. "I like it already!" "Skinner is with us." Beside her, Mulder froze. "Um, Scully?" "It's not what you think," she told him. "He was with us when the plane went down, or the boat sank, or whatever. We've been there a while. Our clothes are somewhat shredded. You have a beard. My hair has gotten long." "How shredded are these clothes, Scully?" Mulder leered at her. "They still cover up the important parts." "Rats." "Anyway, we've built lean-to shelters but they're not so stable. We're supposed to be working to make them stronger, with thicker branches, but you and I keep snapping at one another." "Scully, this is supposed to be a fantasy, not reality." "Are you going to let me talk?" He made a sweeping gesture with one arm. "Talk." "The weather is warm all the time, the sun beating down. The waves crash against the shore in this regular rhythm and it makes me hungry inside. I keep looking at your naked legs. Around us in the jungle, animals are always having sex. We can hear them because it's practically the only sounds around. It's been ages since I've had sex and suddenly it's all I can think about." "This better not be where Skinner comes in." "Too bad," she told him, "because that's what happens." Mulder groaned. "Skinner's noticed the way we're snapping at each other. He's getting a little tired of it, frankly." Scully swallowed, mustering her courage for this next part. "He takes you aside one morning and says he is sick of you and me circling each other like alley cats. He wants us to have sex and stop the sniping. In fact, he says he's leaving to go to the other side of the island for the day to fish. He expects by the time he gets back we will have done it." "A sex assignment," Mulder said low in his throat. "I like it." Scully could hardly believe she was telling him this. It was true, the Skinner part was strange. She wasn't ignorant of human psychology. She figured Mulder had already pieced together why Skinner was in the fantasy: to give permission, to act as a catalyst. After six years and no action, it had never been apparent to Scully what could become the initiating factor in their sexual relationship. Skinner was as good a reason as any, at least in fantasy. "I don't know about the assignment," Scully continued. "I think Skinner's just going off to fish. You and I start working, cutting down the branches. It's hard work in the heat and humidity. There are big thick leaves all around. The jungle is lush with life." "Lush," Mulder repeated, clearly hypnotized. "You keep looking at me, more than usual. It's like you're undressing me with your eyes, but I tell myself I'm imagining things. You suggest we go down to the water to cool off. We're both barefoot, sand between our toes. It smells like the beach. Down at the edge, I'm about to take a hollowed- out gourd and pour water over myself, but you stop me. 'Let me do it,' you say. "Our hands touch in the exchange. You are all tan and muscled from our work on the island. I feel faintly dizzy but I think it's because of the sun. 'Lean your head back,' you say to me, and I close my eyes and obey. Your hand touches my forehead as you pour cool water down over my head. You repeat this several times until I have goosebumps all over my body. Then you take another cupful of water and pour it down my front. We both watch as my nipples harden and stand out against my shirt. You whisper my name." "Scully," Mulder said beside her. "Your pants are thin. I can see you have an erection. There are water droplets glistening on your shoulders. I want to push you down and climb on top of you. "'Scully,' you say again but I still can't move. I can't even breathe. 'We can't,' I say. 'What about Skinner? What if he sees?' "'Let him see,' you tell me. Your hand grips my arm. The waves are churning around our feet. The sand is sliding away. You start taking off my clothes. The sun is so hot and the water is cold. We look into each other's eyes as you remove my shirt. Your hands cover my breasts and squeeze. We haven't even kissed and I think I might come just from that, it's such a relief to have you finally touching me. "We throw our clothes onto the beach until we are totally naked, and I think you're going to lead me back to the shelter in the trees, but instead you take me farther out to sea. We wade out to where it's less wavy, almost in a cove. The water is nearly over my head and you grab me. My legs go around your waist. We kiss then, the kiss we've been fighting not to have for six years. It goes on and on with your tongue in my mouth and mine in yours and I can hear the birds and sea and feel you hot and hard against my stomach. I wonder if Skinner is maybe watching but I find I don't care if he is." "Me either," Mulder concurred. "We're devouring each other like the jungle animals around us. You keep slipping in and out between my legs as the currents swirl around us. I am practically crying in frustration when you finally reach down and put your penis inside me. It fills me so full I can scarcely catch my breath. "You plant your strong legs on the ocean floor and I'm bobbing and weaving around you, all the while your enormous cock is sliding in and out. There's no effort because of the water's buoyancy. We kiss and rub and kiss and rub until I feel like I might fly away. We sound just like those jungle animals when we come, crying out and clawing each other. "When it's over, we stagger back to shore, pick up our clothes, and go back up to the shelter to sleep. We have sex again and again before Skinner gets back. In fact, he arrives about two minutes after I have finished sucking you dry one last time." "Mission accomplished," Mulder said, his voice a little thin. "Exactly." She squeezed his arm. "I hope he doesn't make us fill out the paperwork." Scully giggled and Mulder gave her a careful hug. "That was amazing, Scully," he said against her hair. His lips touched her ear, her cheek, her temple, before coming to rest on her mouth. She held his head between her hands as they kissed. What started out tame and tender became increasingly hotter as she opened her mouth beneath him and his tongue began taking deeper and deeper forays inside. They had oral sex indeed until Scully was whimpering and Mulder was breathing like an angry bull, nostrils flared from short, hot snorts. Mulder yanked himself away. "I'd better go." "Yes," Scully said, covering her eyes with her forearm. "Night, Scully." "Night." She peeked out in time to see Mulder grab his coat and go staggering like a drunken sailor into the hall. *** They played the sex game often after that, as often as they could stand. Each time the topic was somewhat different, from first times to sexual experiences they had not yet tried but couldn't wait to experiment on each other. Scully grew stronger and healthier, moving from the rehab center back to her own house. She still walked like an old woman and was restricted to eating bland foods. It would be weeks yet before she could return to work... or sex. Mulder lay with her in her bed one night, curled facing her. She was propped up on her good side and feeling no pain thanks to the medication and a few sips of wine with dinner. Mulder smelled like garlic and merlot, flavors she craved but wasn't supposed to have yet. A single candle flickered on her dresser, filling the room with the faint scent of burning wax. Mulder's eyes were luminous as they looked at each other. She wanted to kiss his mouth. Mulder had other ideas. "Tell me about your first orgasm," he said. "What?" "First orgasm with another person," he clarified. Scully squirmed. She wasn't sure she could take this game tonight. She was even less sure she wanted to share that particular story with him. "Oh, Mulder... I don't know." "Come on," he coaxed. His fingers played with the buttons on her blouse. "I'll go first if you want." That was how he always suckered her in. She definitely wanted to hear his story. "Fine," she sighed. "Tell me." "I was sixteen," he said. "At the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston." "Mulder!" She raised her head from the pillow. "You had sex in a museum?" "This is the beginning part, Scully. Give it time. At least I didn't say I was with Skinner." "I should hope not," she replied, settling down again. "Actually, I was with my junior class on a field trip. They were having an impressionist special exhibit and Mrs. Tortelli took us all into Boston for the day. We were surveying some of the work of Edouard Manet when I first saw her - this girl with the blonde ponytail. She was with her class, too, from a Catholic school by the look of the uniform. She smiled at me across the room. I looked behind me to see who she was smiling at and apparently it really was me. She waved and laughed. I waved back. "When we moved onto the Monet haystack paintings, she materialized beside me. She was way more interesting than a bunch of paintings about haystacks, let me tell you. 'My name is Sophie,' she said in an English accent. 'What's yours?'" Mulder stopped suddenly. Scully waited a beat, and when he didn't continue, she opened her eyes and nudged him. "Well? What did you say?" "I said my name was Phil," Mulder admitted. "Phil?" "It was the first thing that came into my head. The last thing I wanted was to have to explain to this girl why my name was Fox." "You've never explained to me," Scully pointed out. "I never explain it to girls I'm hoping to get lucky with." "Oh." That was good enough for her. "Sophie told me she lived in Boston with her parents. Her father was a visiting professor from Oxford who was working at MIT for a year. 'My parents drag me to this museum all the time,' she said. 'I don't especially fancy the impressionists. Do you? I prefer the more contemporary painters. "I agreed, of course, though I couldn't have named a contemporary painter if my life depended on it. Sophie led me away from the group and showed me a Picasso. 'The thing I like most about Picasso,' she said, 'is that he was quite capable of painting normal paintings like everyone else, but he chose not to. He showed us an entirely different world. Say, do you want to get out of here? "'And go where?' I asked stupidly. She took my hand and we walked out the front door. We took the T back down Huntington Avenue toward the Boston Common. Sophie hugged the pole on the trolley car like she was about to perform a striptease. 'So what's your story, Phil?' she asked me. 'Everyone has a story.' "I knew better than to tell her my story. I had this beautiful girl with golden hair and green eyes smiling at me, and I was willing to say whatever it took to keep her smiling. I mumbled something about living on the Vineyard. Sophie said she had wanted to visit but her parents kept saying, 'Someday.' 'Isn't that silly?' she asked. 'They don't know what might happen tomorrow. We could all be wiped out by a nuclear bomb tonight and then what would they say? Oh, sorry, Soph, we meant to take you sailing. We didn't realize 'someday' was never going to happen. "I was nearly six feet with a bad haircut and a reputation for disappearing sisters. Most girls never gave me the time of day. But Sophie had no idea about any of that. 'Do you think that will happen?' I asked her as we swayed on the subway. 'Do you think we're all going to die by nuclear war?' "She shrugged so casually. 'That's what they say on the news. I figure, why tempt fate? Why spend all day cooped up in a museum looking at old paintings when you could be spending the day with a handsome stranger.' "'Handsome?' I asked. She grabbed my shirt and kissed me. I barely had time to register that it was happening when the trolley stopped and she dragged me off the car. 'This is us,' she said, and I would have followed her anywhere. I had never been an 'us' before." Scully smiled and hugged his arm close to her. Mulder continued, "We went to the Public Gardens, by the swan boats. We got ice cream and walked around for a while. I learned she had two younger brothers and that she wanted to be an archeologist when she grew up. 'Think of all the people who lived here before you,' she said, spreading her arms wide. 'Their bones are buried under us, just waiting to be discovered.' "'What if they don't want to be dug up?' I asked her. "'I'd want to be dug up,' she said. 'Wouldn't you?' "Late in the day she grabbed my arm and pulled me under this willow tree. It offered some privacy but was far from totally secret. 'You have the clearest eyes I've ever seen,' she told me, and the next thing I knew, her tongue was in my mouth. I'd been hard since about the second she smiled at me, so by this time it was practically poking through my pants. Sophie laughed and zeroed right in. 'A bit eager, are we?' "I couldn't believe this was all happening. She was undoing my pants and I'd barely had time to breathe. It was wonderful but a little scary too. But I didn't dare ask her to slow down for fear she might stop." Scully imagined him young and tender under the willow tree. Her protective instincts came out and she snuggled closer to him. Mulder patted her hip and continued his story. "'Before I knew it, she had my dick in her hand. 'Someone will see,' I said, backing up against the tree. She blocked the view from the path. 'No one's watching,' she assured me. 'What's the matter? Are you a virgin?' "I told her of course not, but I think my panicked look and the way I was hugging the tree instead of her may have given me away. I guess most guys get started with some fumbling in a backseat, but I had been fortunate to land a pro. 'You've got a nice long one, haven't you?' she said. 'You could do puppet shows with this bloke." Scully snickered. "Go ahead and laugh," Mulder replied. "I was trying not to spray all over her school uniform. She started rubbing me up and down like a puppet master. I put my hand under her skirt, and she shoved her hips toward me, so I kept feeling up until I reached her underwear. In retrospect, she was wet, but I had no idea about such things back then. I had just managed to get my fingers under the elastic band of one leg when I couldn't hold it anymore. I was going to come. "'Oh God,' I wheezed, lurching forward. "'Don't get it on me,' Sophie said, but she kept rubbing. About half a second later, I exploded and banged my head back against the tree. I saw stars. When I came to, I was slumped down against the bottom of the tree and Sophie was kneeling next to me. 'You poor lad,' she said, 'I'd say you needed that.' I gave her what I hoped was an expert kiss of gratitude, but I think it was probably more like pathetic slobbering." "By that time it was so late we had to hurry back to the museum. Mrs. Tortelli busted me and I had detention for a month. I never saw Sophie again. I thought about taking the ferry across to look for her, but I could never figure out what to say if I found her again. I figured she probably had a boyfriend, anyway." Mulder's story had started a dull, heavy throb between her legs, but mainly it made her heart ache. Scully hugged him close and pressed her face into his neck. Mulder carefully hugged her back. "As first times go, it wasn't so bad," he said. "At least I didn't have to see her in the hall at school every day." "There is that," Scully agreed, pressing a kiss to the underside of his chin. Mulder stroked her shoulder down to her elbow. "How about you?" Scully winced and burrowed into him. "Mulder, I don't know." "Okay," he said immediately, and she raised her head to look at him. He wasn't kidding. "This is supposed to be fun, Scully," he said. "I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable." He tucked a lock of hair behind her ears. Her face burned. "I know. It's just that I've never told anyone. And it's not the, um, usual kind of story." "You think mine was usual?" he teased. Scully considered making something up. There was that time with whats-his-name in college. That could count. Mulder would never know the difference. "I was fourteen," she said, the words of truth coming out of her before she could stop him. Mulder nodded, his eyes still on hers, encouraging her. Scully took a deep breath. "I was sleeping when something woke me up. It took me a few seconds to realize it was Melissa. We shared a room back then. She was in bed, too, across from me, and she'd made some sort of funny noise. And I heard this other sound, like a tiny motor. One of the boy's remote controlled cars or something. "I didn't say anything. I'm not sure why. Ordinarily I would have just called her name, but something told me to keep my mouth shut. I was trying to see over there. A light was coming in the window. I could see Melissa's mouth was open. Her eyes were closed." Scully halted. This was such a private memory. Her heart beat in her throat as she considered stopping. Missy wouldn't mind, she concluded. In fact, Missy would applaud her telling the story. So she pressed forward. "I saw... it looked like her legs were spread under the sheet. That's where the motor sounded like it was coming from. She had some sort of motor between her legs." "Ah," Mulder said knowingly. "Yes," Scully told him. "But I had no idea at the time. So I just kept watching. She made these little noises, like she was trying to keep quiet, but then suddenly her hips came off the bed and she started jerking around. I thought she was having a seizure, so I kind of... yelped." "Yelped?" "Yes, and I scared the crap out of Melissa. She yelped too, and got tangled in the sheets. 'Jesus,' she said, 'are you trying to kill me?' I told her I thought she was sick. She laughed. 'I'm not sick,' she said. "'But you were shaking,' I told her. "'It was a good kind of shaking,' she said. I had no idea what she was talking about. She laughed at me again. 'Masturbation, Dana,' she said, 'everybody does it.' Well, I didn't do it, of course. I had heard of it, but I wasn't clear on what it was. Just that it was something sexual that you weren't supposed to do. "'I don't do it,' I told her. "'Well you should,' she insisted. 'It's good for you.' I didn't believe her. 'Really,' she said. 'Try it. You'll like it. I'll bet you five dollars.' I didn't want to bet. "Melissa showed me what she'd had under the covers with her. It was a vibrator that one of her girlfriends had stolen from her mom." Mulder's eyes had gone completely black and he was breathing through his mouth. She wasn't sure she had ever had his attention as fully as she had that moment. "What happened next?" he croaked. Scully smiled. "She dared me to try it. I said no way. It looked huge and scary and there was no way I was putting it under the covers with me. I'd had the basic facts of life explained to me and I recognized the shape. I thought you had to put the thing inside." Mulder quivered. "Did--did you?" "I'm getting to that. So, Melissa double dared me and called me a chicken. I said I was no chicken. She said prove it. I felt like I had no choice, but I still was apprehensive. 'You're supposed to be a virgin on your wedding night,' I reminded her. She laughed at me again. 'I'm a virgin, silly goose. This doesn't count. It's just for fun.' "'It counts if you put it in!' I told her. "'So don't put it in. I don't.' "'You don't?' I asked, really confused now. "'No. You just rub it around the outside. It feels good, I promise.' She turned the thing on and it seemed to make so much noise. I was terrified our parents were going to walk in and find her waving it at me. 'Shut it off,' I told her. 'Someone will hear!'" "'Not if it's under the covers with you,' she said, and plopped the thing in my hands. 'Just try it. You'll like it.' "I still didn't especially want to, but I didn't want her to think I was a prude or a chicken. I got back in bed and put the thing under the covers with me. 'What does it do, exactly?' I asked. "'It gives you an orgasm. Haven't you ever done it with your fingers? This is better.' Of course I hadn't done it with my fingers. I wasn't even sure what 'it' was." "'Just put your nightgown up and take off your underwear.' Melissa could have been giving instructions on how to ride a bike. I complied, but slowly. Melissa was watching me in the dark from her bed. 'You have to turn it on, Dana,' she said, 'or it won't work." Mulder was hanging on every word. "Tell me you turned it on." "I turned it on but kept it on my leg. The vibrations felt very odd, but not unpleasant. I still was terribly self- conscious, and not at all sure I wanted this. Melissa kept egging me on. 'You're supposed to put it between your legs,' she said, 'and think about the boy you like.' "'What about him?' "'Think about kissing him or whatever you want.'" "I realized she was not going to let up until I'd tried this, so I took a deep breath, held it, and stuck the thing between my legs. I think I gasped, only to stop breathing again. I didn't have time to think about any boy I liked because these powerful feelings started swamping me and I couldn't bear it. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only about ten seconds, I took it away and curled into a ball. 'That's enough,' I told Melissa. 'I don't need it anymore.' "'You poor thing,' she said. She got out of her bed and came into mine. She snuggled up behind me and held me around the waist with her chin on my shoulder. 'I shouldn't have pushed you, sweetie. You're not ready.' "Well, that got me peeved again. Of course I was ready. Whatever Melissa could do, I could do better. 'I'm ready,' I told her. 'I just don't like it, that's all.' "You didn't give it half a chance,' she said. 'You have to give it at least a few minutes.' I wasn't sure. 'Try again,' she said. I shook my head. It was too scary. Melissa hugged me. 'I'll be right here,' she said. 'You can always stop, right?'" "So did you?" Mulder breathed. "Yes. I wedged the thing back in between my legs and clamped down on it. 'Breathe,' Melissa ordered from behind me. I tried. After a minute or so, it didn't feel that bad. Less scary. I started thinking about Tommy Jenkins, who was the boy in school I liked. It was hard to think about him instead of the machine making noise between my legs. I started to feel warm and squirmy. There was the swamping feeling again, and I began to panic. 'Relax,' Melissa told me. 'I've got you.' "'It's too much,' I said. 'No, it's not,' she replied. 'Just go with it.' So I rode it out and a few seconds later I had my first orgasm. 'Oh my god,' I said, just like Melissa had. I shook and shook and Melissa hung on for dear life. It was terrifying as hell, but it was also amazing, just like she said. She was proud of me, after. We didn't ever talk about it again, but she made sure I knew where she hid the vibrator." "Did you use it?" Mulder looked like all his blood had drained southward. "That's a story for another day." Mulder grabbed her tight and buried his face in her hair. Scully was surprised to find out she was shaking. "My God," he said. "You don't think it's gross?" she asked. "I think that's the most erotic thing anyone's ever told me." "But not gross?" He smoothed her hair back. "What's gross? She was teaching you something, not seducing you. We should all have such a loving introduction to sex." Privately, this was how she had always felt, but she was not sure this had come through in the telling. She heaved a sigh of relief and relaxed against him. Mulder was anything but relaxed. "This is killing me," he said through gritted teeth. "It was your idea," she reminded him. "I know. But it's still killing me." Scully let her hand wander down his stomach to the button on his jeans. "I could help you out..." "No," he said, grabbing her hand. "Tempting, but so not fair." She shrugged. "It would still be something, and something's better than nothing." He kissed her long and deep. "Together," he said when they came up for air. "After all this time, it should be together." She hated it when he was right. *** Four very long weeks later, Scully found Mulder at work in the basement on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. "Hi," she said brightly as she entered, and he looked up with a grin. "Say, didn't you used to work around here?" he asked. "And I will again," she replied, "come Monday. I've been cleared to return to active duty." "Hey, that's great!" Mulder came around the desk and took her arms. "That's the best news I've heard all day." "Well then perhaps I can do better," Scully told him, and he looked puzzled. "What is it?" "If it's okay for me to work at the FBI, it must also be okay for me to engage in other usual activities. Other *vigorous* activities." "Oh," said Mulder, his eyes growing wide as he caught on. "Oh!" He grinned and leaned down. "Agent Scully," he whispered, "is this a booty call?" She toyed with his tie. "Well, if you have work to do..." "No!" He scrambled around his desk for his coat. "As a matter of fact, I was just thinking about getting some lunch." It was three-thirty in the afternoon. "Yes, lunch. Can I buy you some lunch, Scully?" They walked out the door. "Lunch would be good," she agreed as they waited for the elevator. Mulder was looking at her breasts. "Your place or mine?" he asked them. Scully smiled. "I was thinking that hotel two streets over." "Huh?" "It's closer," she pointed out. God knows they had waited long enough. Mulder smiled and nodded as they stepped into the elevator. "Scully, I have always said I loved you for your mind." She arched an eyebrow at him. "Then you expect we'll be playing chess at the hotel?" "Hmm? Chest?" Mulder was anxiously watching the numbers count upwards. Scully laughed. "Mulder," she said. "I think I better drive." It was just as well they didn't have a siren to run on their way to the hotel, or they might have used it. Scully scrawled her name on the registration form and somehow they managed not to start kissing until they reached the door their room. Mulder opened it blindly, groping with one hand as he held her face to his with the other. They stumbled inside, shedding shoes and coats as they went, and eventually they reached the bed. Mulder fell backward as Scully stood over him unbuttoning her blouse. He watched, rapt, not making any effort to disrobe himself. She stepped between his spread legs and he ran a hand under her skirt. "Definitely not a fantasy," he said when he reached her underwear. "Fortunately they come off." He tugged and she stepped free. Mulder's cock jumped like a fish, and he pressed his hand over it as if to shut it up. Scully took his hand away. "I want to see," she murmured. Mulder closed his eyes like he was in pain as she loosed his belt and undid his zipper. She took him out just as he had described in his fantasy. Her insides clenched at the sight of his erect penis waving strong and free. She stopped, swallowing hard. Mulder opened his eyes. "Scully?" he asked. Her voice came out wobbly. "I don't think I can wait," she admitted. Six years of waiting plus weeks of oral foreplay had her past primed. She wanted him inside, now. Mulder stretched out his arms. "Come here," he said. She climbed over him, hissing in pleasure as his cock brushed her naked thigh. Really, it was almost embarrassing how badly she needed it. At least Mulder seemed to be in the same boat. He had a look of extreme concentration. His lips were shiny from kisses and he was still wearing his tie. She would have to do something about that -- later. "Top or bottom?" he murmured. "Bottom." She was not willing to test drive her recovering abdominal muscles quite that forcefully yet. Mulder rolled her under him like a giddy schoolboy, his pants slipping lower on his hips. His shirttails tickled her bare tummy as he settled himself on top of her. "Okay?" he asked, apparently worried he was squashing her. She wanted even more weight. Scully hugged him around the chest and kissed his jaw. "Now, Mulder. Please?" Mulder sucked in a breath and looked down their bodies as he adjusted himself near her opening. Scully spread her legs wider and tilted her body to receive him. She was tight and they both were breathing heavily by the time he was all the way in. "At last," he said, smiling down at her. She had tears in her eyes. "Oh," she said, totally overcome. "Mulder." He rested his forehead against hers and began slow, experimental thrusts. Scully caught her lip between her teeth and tried not to come at first blush. She was so close and he had barely gotten inside her. Normally she needed something more than penetration, but today she was so swollen, so ready for him, that Mulder was all she required. They kissed gently and she stroked the sides of his face. His brow wrinkled and his hips picked up speed. "Scully?" "It's okay," she said, grabbing on. "Please, more." It was so fast, part of her wanted to slow down and make it last but she was so full and it was Mulder inside at long last and oh oh oh there... "Mulder!" She sailed over the edge just a fraction before he did, both of them rocking and moaning and clutching each other. Mulder groaned in satisfaction and collapsed more fully on top of her. Scully patted his head because speech eluded her. "S'was good," he mumbled. "Mmmm." She wrapped her legs around him. "Scully?" "Hmm?" He lifted himself up to look at her. "Next time, let's be naked." She laughed. "Very, very naked," he said. *** ;-) syn_tax6@yahoo.com