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*Warning: This story is erotica. For that reason it carries a
SEXUAL CONTENT warning. If this isn't your style(or if MSR
isn't your style) this is the time to check out.

This story is a collaborating effort by my writing partner(Statler) and
myself, Waldorf. But since Statler decided to go and get a *real*
life(Silly girl <g>) for a month please send the comments to me
<obriens@mulberry.com> and I'll forward them to her. Thanks :)

Candles
By Statler and Waldorf

	"What are you doing?"
	Fox Mulder opened his eyes slowly, focusing on the ceiling
and the head protruding into his line of vision.
	"I could ask you the same question." He muttered.
"Although, if you don't mind, I'll tack 'in my apartment' onto the
end."
	"I asked first."
	"I asked second." He shrugged against the arm of the couch.
	Dana Scully pursed her lips. "I stopped by to make sure my
partner wasn't dying or committing crimes, and I found him passed
out on the couch. Sue me for wanting to wake him up."
	"I wasn't passed out." Mulder propped himself on one elbow
in annoyance, and reached around his head to switch the radio off.
"I was sleeping. I know it's unnatural for FBI agents to sleep, but
I've got a note from my mother saying it's okay."
	"Funny." Scully shed her coat and settled onto the coffee
table, carefully avoiding the candles slumped in various states on top
of it. "How're you doing?"
	"Miserable. Why?" He snorted. "I agreed to take a break. I
didn't agree to enjoy it. I want to go back to work."
	"Mulder, if I have to strap you to the couch, you're not
leaving this apartment."
	"Scully, I've practically got a headache from all the
boredom." He said softly. "You know how it is. Taking time off can
be worse than working."
	She plucked at the wax on the table. "You'll never scrape
this off."
	"Oh no, what shall I do when the queen comes for tea?" He
asked sarcastically. "You can switch on some lights if you want."
	"Then it wouldn't be Mulder's Candlelit Cave." She smiled.
"What were you doing with all these around, anyway? You're
probably violating a million and one fire codes for your building."
	"Relaxing. They're supposed to be aromatherapy or
something. Got 'em free with my last video order." He chuckled.
"They haven't helped much."
	Scully picked one up, blowing it out before sniffing the
smoke delicately. "They're probably hallucinogenic and you'll begin
seeing wild pink elephants made of lego blocks in a few minutes."
	"Got the lego blocks..." He muttered, waving a hand at the
corner of the room. She looked over at the flickering shadows, and
finally relit the candle, walking over and bending down.
	"You must have been really, really bored." She held the
candle just far enough away not to melt the plastic. A huge castle,
complete with turrets and suspiciously cloudlike white blocks around
its base, filled the space between one of his desks and the wall. He
turned and watched her over the top of the armrest.
	"The gunmen bought it as a gag for my for my birthday.
They said something about simple pleasures for simple minds." He
informed her. Rising slowly from the couch, he stretched, and
padded barefoot into the kitchen. "Stick around for a while, you're
the only company I've had all day. Hungry? Thirsty? You'd have to
settle for water or some suspicious looking Snapple."
	"I think I'll take my chances with the Snapple." She followed
him into the dark kitchen, illuminating it with the candle. "At least
you've kept it cool in here."
	"I'm trying to grow stalactites." He handed her a glass jar.
"Strawberry Fruit Punch."
	"Yum." She grimaced and twisted the top off, taking a
demure sip. "So what else have you done all day, aside from play
with your blocks? No--" She held up a hand. "I take it back. Don't
tell me. I don't want to know the intimate details of your video
habits."
	He closed his mouth, and tilted his head at her. "I read,
mostly." His hand reached out and took the candle from hers.
"Careful, you'll get wax on your hands. It burns."
	She nodded, and led the way back into the living room.
Settling into a corner of the couch, she picked up another candle.
He smiled and set his own candle down, reaching for her hand
again. "What did I just tell you, Scully?"
	"Playing with fire will get me burned?" She asked lightly. He
nodded mock-solemnly and folded his hand around hers, prying her
fingers apart gently. His other hand slid the wax cylinder out of
hers, and he blew it out, moving it in the air to make the smoke
dance.
	"Well, if they are hallucinogenic, they're not working." He
murmured. "You still look like Dana to me."
	"Not Scully?" She teased, but her voice caught in her throat.
	"Not especially, no." His voice was thick and rich, and in the
darkness she shivered a little.
	"Cold?" He asked solicitously. 
	"No, I'm f-fine." She stammered. "Must've been the light
flickering."
	"Must've been." He seated himself next to her, his elbows on
his knees, hands clasped between them. "If you are, I've got
blankets."
	"No, I'm fine." She smiled reassuringly.
	"Are you now." He asked, almost wonderingly. She looked
at him, studying the shadows of his face. 
	"What did you read?" She asked nervously, to break the
silence.
	"Oh, interesting books..." He leaned back and looked up at
the ceiling, slumping comfortably against the back. "Very
educational."
	"What sorts?" She relaxed, legs folded under her, facing
him.
	"Meditation... concentration...." He murmured. "Something
called Tantra..." 
	She watched in mild amusement as he flushed. "Did you
know what that was when you bought it?"
	"Not really...."
	"Enjoy it?"
	"Somewhat." He looked at her quickly, then away. "It was
interesting."
	"Planning on trying it out sometime?"
	His arms had spread along the back of the couch, and as he
inhaled sharply, he meant to bring them back down to rest on his
knees. Unable to see clearly in the dim lighting, his left hand
brushed her neck. Instead of jerking away as it might have normally,
he paused, his thumb on her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaning
into the still caress.
	"Perhaps." His lips quirked upwards. "What do you think...
Dana?"
	"I think that this is very dangerous." She said, her cheek
moving against his hand. "Playing with fire."
	The light picked out shadows on her skin, the chiaroscuro of
black and pale, as he took his hand away. Her eyes opened slowly,
and she stared at him.
	"I'm willing to risk getting burned." He said softly. Tilting his
head, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to where his hand had
been, moving as slowly as possible. He heard her expel a breath,
and pulled back, searching her face slowly for signs of rebellion. His
eyes darted over her, from her forehead to the collar of her shirt,
and back up to meet her eyes. She smiled.
	"M--" Her speech was cut off when he put his hand on her
mouth.
	"Fox." He murmured. His fingers slid down to hold her
neck, and he kissed her mouth. "My name is Fox." He said, against
her lips. In reply, she parted them, her tongue twining around his.
He allowed himself to taste her for only a minute before leaning
further forward, moving his hand before kissing her jaw. She
sighed, wrapping her fingers in his hair, trying to force his head
back up so that she could kiss him again. He refused, moving down
her neck, placing his hand just before each kiss. His other hand
came off the couch, shaking slightly, and reached for the buttons of
the shirt, just above her collarbone. Her own hands hooked around
his belt, stroking across his stomach.
	He rested his forehead under her chin, against the smooth
white warmth of her neck, his breathing heavy. Oh my god, he
thought reverently. She is beautiful... He inhaled, catching the
mingled scents of candlesmoke, soap and sweat, and the
indistinguishable scent that made her Dana. Resting, he kissed the
place where he had undone her buttons, tasting the salt of her skin.
A sharp pain shot though him, twisting from his heart, stabbing his
groin, turning to pleasure there and rising in him.
	Dana tilted her head back, breathing deeply as his breath
blew against her skin. She ran her hand through his hair, toying with
the soft baby hairs on the back of his neck. She heard him gasp.
	He was moving up to kiss her mouth again. His fingers
tugged at her shirt, and she obliged, ducking out of it. He caught his
breath as the candlelight turned her skin almost golden.
	He touched the cross dangling around her neck, then
dropped lower, stroking underneath the straps of her bra, pulling
them off her shoulders. He pushed her gently back against the side
of the couch, and moved his head to kiss her shoulders, down to
where the fabric still covered her breasts. 
	"Fox..." She purred, her finger kneading his stomach.
	"Mm..." He looked up at her, dark eyes moving lazily over
her face. Before she could say what she had intended to, his fingers
had pulled the silk from her skin, and she gasped. He stroked her
skin unhurriedly, reaching around to unclasp the cloth, then bending
over her again. His tongue traced hot-cold lines around her nipples,
never quite touching. She gripped his waist tightly, to keep from
falling over. Her fingers began to pull his shirt out of his denims,
trying to yank it up over his arms. He raised his arms, falling back
on the couch as she pulled it off. She smiled at the barely visible but
definitely prominent bulge in his jeans. 
	"Da-nah!" He gasped, closing his eyes as she stroked him
through the fabric, the barest pressure making his back arch. 
	Fox felt like he could get drunk off the feel of  Dana. He
was amazed by how this had all come about... So sudden without
the planning he had always given the thought of him and Dana
together. But he had always thought the best things are done
spontaneously. He was amazed by the feelings she was stirring up in
him. She had always been able to turn him on, almost since the first
day they met. Her mind was so goddamn sexy to him. She had
always been able to one up him and he loved it. Most of the time.
But this.. This was different. To see her like this, see her reaction to
him... Her body's response to his, the way her nipple would rise to
met his hand, the way she couldn't help but rub her groin against
him... It was intoxicating. He loved seeing Dana this way, for that
was who she was at this moment. Dana stripped of all her titles. Just
as he was Fox. 
	He wanted to give Dana more pleasure, to have her writhe
against him. 
	He undid her jeans as she kissed her way across his neck, his
shoulder. The softness of her mouth, the moistness as she flicked
her tongue teasingly against his neck made him dizzy. He wanted to
make her feel that way too. He pulled her pants off, delighting in the
feel of her smooth legs. Fox began to tease her inner thighs with
long strokes, each time gets a little closer to where he wanted to be.
Dana's thighs quivered and her breathing became strained. She let
out a low moan as his fingers slipped beneath her cotton underwear.
His fingers were relentless, finding her most sensitive spot and
stroking there incessantly. Dana's face was flushed as she bit her
bottom lip.
	"Mulder..."
	He gave her a quick kiss on the nose, never stopping his
ministrations. "Fox."  He told her.
	"Fox..." She moaned. "Stop."
	The word took a moment to process in his desire muddled
brain. He pushed himself away from her.  "What is it? I thought...."
He looked away. He could hear her try to catch her breath but do
not look back. 
	Scully's heart wrenched seeing the mask fall in to place over
Fox's face. She wanted to take back those words but she hadn't been
comfortable.. She didn't want to hurt him but she didn't want to give
so much of herself like that. He was going to make her come but
she didn't even know how he felt yet. What had even brought this all
on. It was happening so fast..
	"Fox.." She whispered. "It's not that I don't want you. I
do..." 
	Mulder face turned back towards her. "Then what's the
problem?" 
	"It's just.." She paused, tucking a piece of hair behind her
ear. Shit, this was hard. "I just don't feel comfortable.." She paused
again to look him straight in the eye. "I just don't feel comfortable
with the way you make me feel." She finished eyes now fixed on
her clasped hands.
	Awareness dawned in Mulder's eyes but he had to be sure.
He titled up Dana's face she he could look into those blue eyes that
showed so much. "How do I make you feel Dana?" He asked softly.
	"How do I make you feel?" She challenged back.
	Mulder gulped. It was harder to be on this side he realized. 
	"You know how I feel, Scully.."
	"No, Mulder!" She replied forcefully. "That's just it! I don't!
Not really." She stared at him. Mulder felt uncomfortable, like her
eyes were seeing much more then just his exterior. "Sometimes,
Mulder, you're so focused on me. You are so caring... attentive.
And then other times I could not even be there for all you'd notice."
	"That's" He protested but she cut him off. 
	"It is true Mulder." 
	"Dana," He said seriously. "I do love you."
	She grinned. "I know that."
	"Huh? You know? Then what is this all about?" He looked
completely bewildered.
	"I just want to know what us having sex would mean. A one
time fuck? Or something more?"
	Mulder shifted. "Something more I guess..." He looked up at
her, his guarded eyes not quite hiding their hopefulness. 
	She laughed and threw her arms around him. "Me too." She
said.
	"Really?" His voice sounded incredulous.
	"No, not really." She replied grinned. "Now," she said, her
voice lowering a notch "Can we get back to where we were?"
	Mulder's nod was empathic.
	She giggled, the sound no less pleasant for the years of
disuse. Placing her hands on his chest she pushed him back, draping
her body over his. "We really need to get rid of your jeans." She
told him as her hands ran teasingly just above his belt.
	"Well, I would if there wasn't a 100 plus pound women on
top of me." He grinned.
	Dana stood up and got rid of her remaining articles of
clothing as well, the whole time watching Fox as he undressed. He
was beautiful.
	Fox pulled her to him, falling back against his couch. She
smiled into his face as she wrapped her hand around his erection.
"What do we have here?" She asked grinning. 
	"I wonder how you got through medical school, Dana."  She
smiled innocently but the action of her hand revealed her as
anything but. Fox groaned, arching up. 
	Fox flipped them over, startling Dana. He pulled himself
back from her so he could see her whole body. She was gorgeous.
She was nothing like his type had been but everything his type had
turned into since they met. He lowered himself to fondle her breasts
with his nose. 
	Dana cried out as his stubble rubbed against her nipple
sending pleasure through her nerve endings. She clutched his ass,
pulling him closer to her. She wanted him inside her. *Now*. Fox
teased her instead, keeping his erection just out of her reach. He
sucked at one nipple, increasing the pressure as she squirmed against
him. Dand grabbed his face pulling it towards her, suckling at his
lower lip, plunging her tongue into his mouth tasting Fox as he
tasted her. She hooked her legs over his hips trying to encourage
him further. 
	Fox gave up. Not that losing this particular game wasn't fun
also. "Condom." He told her, fumbling in the candlelight for his
wallet. Luckily it was just on the coffee table beside his gun. Dana
tore the condom with her teeth with a little growl. Fox laughed(Or
what constituted as a laugh at this point). She applied it to him,
taking her time, getting him back just as he had teased her. 
	Then he slid into her.
	They both let out a groan at the sensation. Finally... was
their shared thought. 
	Fox slid in and out very slowly, wanting to make this last.
Scully moaned, it felt so good to be filled by him. She ran her hands
up and down his back as they thrusted together, in sync. There
bodies felt fantastic to her. She had the feeling that this was what
making love was like...
	Dana let a small scream as Fox teased her clit. The sudden
sensory impulse brought her immediately close to the edge. She
tightened her legs around his waist urging him faster, harder,
deeper. Mulder groaned, the feel on her tight, wet body surrounding
him, bringing him closer to climax then he would have liked. He
wanted to make this good for her, too make it last.. 
	Well, the best laid plans, he thought to himself, as Dana
tightened her inner muscles around him. He sped up as requested.
Dana's arms fluttered against him while she moaned, her face a
beauty with the red pouty lips letting out the most beautiful song to
Fox's ears. 
	"Fox!...." She screamed as she came, her whole body
convulsing with the force of her orgasm.  Fox came then too, the
feeling of her body coming around his was too much for him. 
	They lay there, sweaty bodies cooling.
	Fox shifted both of them to there sides. They did no talking;
talking always ruined perfect moments but they did touch, he
stroked her soft cheek, marvelling at the love he saw in those deep
blue eyes. Dana returned the caress, rubbing her thumb against his
lower lip smiling happily.
	"All the candles burnt out." Dana finally said. 
	"Ah, that okay." Grinned Fox. "They did their job." 
	Her only response was a sound thwap before she cuddled up
to him, a smile on her lips.

THE END

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Statler and Waldorf :)



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