TITLE: Needing a Friend AUTHOR: Tracy Aiken E-MAIL: teanc@mindspring.com CATEGORY: S, Angst, MSR RATING: NC-17 SPOILERS: Through Season 6 to be safe. ARCHIVE: Already sent to Gossamer, anywhere else, just let me know. SUMMARY: Scully needs a friend and finds three unexpected ones. DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Fox, and 1013 Productions. No money is being made on this. Please don't sue. No infringement intended. AUTHOR'S NOTES: A big thank you to my friend and beta reader and encourager, Dominiqua. This story wouldn't have been possible without her encouragement - thank you - you're the best! Scully had been driving around the District of Columbia for the better part of two hours with no destination in mind. It wasn't that she wanted to just drive, but that she wanted something to do, and someone to talk to, really talk. Of course there were medical journals to read and articles to work on, but she wanted to feel like a part of the human race again, not just a Special Agent trying to save the world, even if the world didn't know it needed saving. She found herself parking next to The Lone Gunman office/apartment and the next thing she knew, Langley was tapping on her window, smiling. "Hey, Scully. What brings you by?" He noticed she looked a bit uncomfortable, and when she didn't answer him immediately, he added, "come on up, dinner should be here soon, you're welcome to join us." "Are you sure, I don't want to impose." He smiled and said, "come on, you know Frohicke would kill to have dinner with you." Langley led the way into the apartment and left Scully waiting in the kitchen area. "Make yourself at home, I'll round up Byers and Frohicke." Scully found herself looking around their kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and saw a gallon of milk, a carton of orange juice, some eggs and various take out containers. There was probably a hidden camera in there somewhere, too. When she closed the refrigerator door, she saw all three of them standing there watching her, with smiles on their faces. "You can investigate my refrigerator anytime, Scully," Frohicke said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." she started. "Scully, I told you to make yourself at home, we don't care if you check out the refrigerator." Byers, saw that she was embarrassed, by being caught going through their refrigerator. "There's not a camera in there, promise," Byers said smiling. "Can I get you something to drink?" "If I'm imposing...." "Scully, we don't see nearly enough of you," Frohicke said leering at her. "Down, Frohicke," Langley said. "Punk ass," Frohicke said under his breath. "Enough, both of you. Scully, please, have a seat. I'll get you a drink. Is wine all right?" "Perfect, thank you." Scully, feeling completely out of place; rarely came to The Lone Gunman office by herself. Not that she minded seeing the boys, it was just that she really hadn't ever spent any amount of time alone with them. Byers handed her, her wine and sat down next to her. "Is everything...I mean, Scully, don't take this the wrong way, but is everything okay?" Scully looked down into her wineglass. "Not that you aren't welcome here, you are, it's just that you never...." "Byers, I know you're not used to me being here, let alone, by myself." "You are always welcome here," Frohicke added from behind them. "Thank you," she said turning to see Langley and Frohicke staring at her. "I really am okay. I just needed some down time." "That's cool," Langley, said, "you're more than welcome to hang here tonight. We were just going to play some video games, maybe surf the net...we put the paper to bed earlier." "I appreciate you letting me intrude." "Scully, you're not intruding, trust me," Byers, said. The doorbell rang and a video monitor came to life on the counter. "Dinner," Langley announced and quickly went to collect it from the delivery person. He came back carrying two pizza boxes. "Scully, we've got pepperoni with onions and green peppers and the other one is mushrooms and sausage." "Both sound great. I really appreciate your sharing your dinner with me, are you sure there's enough?" Byers smiled. "You're saving me from having to settle who gets the last piece, later." She smiled. "You've obviously never eaten pizza with me, before." "You really are the perfect woman," Frohicke said from the kitchen. "That depends on whom you ask," she said, really to herself. They were all silent at her comment. Finally, Langley spoke, "does your being here have something to do with Mulder?" She turned toward him and said, "honestly, I don't know. All I do know is that I needed to get away from work and do something for me. I can't actually remember the last time I did something for just the sheer pleasure of it; I just want to be able to have some fun." "Mulder would love to have fun with you, trust me," Frohicke said. She blushed and picked up her pizza. "I didn't mean it that way, Scully." Putting her pizza down she stared at her hands, in her lap. "This is about me needing some time for me. I need to focus on myself for a while. I've got plenty of reading I should be doing, let alone research for articles but I didn't want to do any of that. I wanted to hang out with friends, but while I was driving around, I realized that I don't have any friends left. " "Scully, I know you don't need to be told that what you do everyday means, even if no one but us knows what's going on," Frohicke said. "I know how important what we do is, but every once in a while, I want to just get away. Last spring I got a call from Mulder asking me to come out to a ballpark, and do you know what we did? He taught me how to hit a baseball." She looked at all three of them. They all had the same expression on their face. It was one of shock and bewilderment. She finally understood that these three only knew Scully the agent, not Dana the woman. "But that was really the first time in seven years that he's asked me to do something not work related with him. I like to have fun, at least I used to, and I miss that. But that doesn't mean that I want to give up what we do. We are very important players, all of us. Sometimes though, I just want to talk to a friend or have someone to spend the evening with at home. " "Scully, I know you don't normally hang out with us, but any time you want to just get away, please know that we'll be here for you, no matter what," Byers said. She was touched beyond words. She reached over and grasped Byers' hand. "Thank you, you don't know how much that means." "Would you like me to call Mulder," Frohicke asked? Usually, every chance he had Frohicke tried to get her to himself. She knew at that point what a good friend Frohicke really was. "I do need to talk to him, but getting him to talk, seriously, is another matter," she started. "I'll call him," Langley said as he reached over to grab the telephone. Frohicke came to sit next to Scully. "You need to talk to him, you know, let him know what's going on, inside." "It's not as easy as that. I wish we could," she said as she placed her plate on the table. "Langley's calling him now and when he gets here you two can talk. What you have is special, Scully. Don't waste precious time." Langley walked over and sat on the arm of Byers' chair. "Mulder is on his way." While they were waiting, Langley took Scully into the living room where they played with the Gunman's new Sega Dreamcast. Frohicke and Byers followed them in and they were playing Tetris when the monitor alerted them to Mulder's presence. PART 2 On his way to the Gunman's office Mulder began wondering what was going on with Scully and why she was at the Lone Gunman's office. The next thing he knew he was standing at the door of the Long Gunman, knocking. When the door opened, Frohicke was standing there staring at him. "What's going on," Mulder demanded. "Keep your voice down and come in here," he said and walked into the office. "Sit," he said motioning to the couch. Frohicke was pacing back and forth in front of Mulder. "What's wrong?" "Maybe it's you, maybe not, but you have the power to fix the problem. She feels alone, and she thinks that she doesn't have any friends. Now we both know what this crusade has cost her," Frohicke said. Mulder flinched at his last statement. "You, of all people, don't have to tell me what she's lost." "Why not me, maybe I'm the only one with the balls to tell you how things are?" "What makes you, Frohicke, think you know how things are," Mulder said, jumping up, leaning down into Frohicke's face, with his hands on his hips. "I listen to her." "I listen," Mulder said defensively. "You may hear her, but you don't actually listen to what she's saying. Why else would she be here and not at your apartment?" He could see Mulder recoil. "Mulder, I'm not trying to be an asshole, I want you to realize that you don't really know that woman in there, you may know the Special Agent, but deep down, you don't know her, what makes her sad, or happy. She wants to give you that opportunity, but you don't seem to want to take advantage of her offer, and I don't know why." Scully was standing in the doorway and said, in response to Mulder's outburst, "I'm not sure you do either. "Scully?" "Frohicke, can you excuse us, please." Mulder now was the one pacing. Scully came into the room and sat on the couch. "Mulder, come here," she said patting the cushion next to her. When he didn't move, she added, "please." Finally, he came to sit next to her. "I'm not saying anything to hurt you, Mulder. It's just sometimes I get the feeling that I'm the last person you want to see or talk to. That makes me feel like you don't want me around. That's why I didn't come to see you tonight. I didn't know if you'd want to see me." "Scully, we really do need to go to a communication seminar," he said with a smirk. "Don't joke about this, Mulder. God, why can't you just be serious for once and stop playing around," she said and then got up and went to stand in front of a window, staring out. Mulder was dumbfounded. "Scully, I'm sorry." She didn't respond to him, which made him worry even more. When he heard her sniffle he immediately was at her side. He tried to take her into his arms, but she pulled away. "Come on, Scully, I said I was sorry." "Sometimes that's not enough." "Will you give me another chance, please?" "I'll always give you another chance, Mulder. That's the difference between you and me." "I don't understand, Scully, what does that mean?" "Forget it, Mulder. I'm going home," she said and started walking back toward the living area. "No," he said and grabbed her arm to stop her, "tell me." "I've said this before, Mulder, not everything is about you." "Scully, please, I want to talk to you." "Not right now, Mulder. We'll talk tomorrow." "No. We're going to talk now. I don't care if it's here, your place or mine, but we're going to talk, really talk." "I'm going home, if you want to come by, that's your choice," she said and walked into the kitchen area. Byers, Langley and Frohicke were all waiting in the kitchen. "Guys, thank you for sharing your dinner with me and for allowing me to hang out with you." "You're welcome, Scully. Please remember you are always welcome here," Byers said. "Anything you need, Scully, you know where we are," Frohicke said. "Anything," Langley added. Mulder was standing in the doorway watching their interaction with Scully. She hugged each of them, grabbed her coat and walked out. Mulder was left standing in the doorway, being stared at by all three of them. "What," he exclaimed? "Just how much of an asshole are you, Mulder" Byers asked? "She's just upset, it's nothing to worry about." "That's the problem," Frohicke said. "You should be worried about her, or at least concerned. You're acting like you see her cry everyday. Do you even know what it takes for her to cry and this time you're the cause of her tears?" "I will fix this, you'll see," Mulder said. "You don't understand," Langley said. "Tell me what I don't understand." "Mulder, you are her best friend, but she doesn't feel secure enough in your personal relationship to even talk to you. You, and we, most of the time, only get to see the professional side of her, but there's another side to her, and from what little we've seen, it's even more incredible than her professional side," Langley said. "Do you know her favorite video game," Byers' asked, "or do you even know that she likes video games?" "Scully, likes video games?" "That's the point, Mulder, we knew that, we've even played some with her, she's really good." "But you know, well, maybe you don't, but we know she'd much rather be with you. You've just got to get your act together. If you don't want to lose her, personally, you'll get your shit together, Mulder," Frohicke said. Mulder didn't know how to react to what they were saying. Were they correct? Did he really not know his partner of seven years? Sure, he knew she was ranked as an expert on the shooting range, and that she carried at least three replacement blades for her scalpel, but did he know her favorite color? Or what her favorite ice cream flavor was? Or what her favorite music group was? He had a lot to learn about her, and the only obstacle was Scully herself. Would she let him get to know her, really know her? The only way to find out was to try. "Thank you for being here for her tonight," Mulder said getting up and walked out their door. On his way to the car, he pulled out his cell phone and hit speed dial 2, Scully's home number. He let it ring several times, but she didn't pick up, only the answering machine answered after five rings. He, next, tried her cell phone; speed dial 1, there was no answer there, either. She was avoiding him. He knew if he let this go until tomorrow, her walls would be back in place. He needed to talk to her now, really talk to her. No jokes, no kidding around, just the two of them talking, like friends, best friends. Finally, he decided to go to her apartment. Scully, in the meantime, had indeed gone home, changed into her favorite sweats and an oversized tee shirt. After changing, she went into her kitchen and found a pint of New York Super Fudge Chocolate Brownie. She grabbed a spoon and went into the living room, where she grabbed the remote and turned on the Cartoon Network. She needed something to make her smile and maybe, just maybe a Scooby Doo marathon would work. About an hour later she heard a very soft knock on her door. She knew it was Mulder. Actually, he surprised her by waiting an hour before knocking on her door. She sat her ice cream down next to the medical journal she had been flipping through and walked to the door. Very slowly she opened the door to see Mulder standing there, looking as if he really had lost his best friend. "Come in, Mulder," she said and then turned and walked back to the couch. He shut the door behind himself and then leaned against it. "I'm sorry, Scully. I didn't mean to make you cry. God, I'm such as asshole. The last thing in the world I want to do is to make you cry. I'm so sorry you didn't feel you could come and talk to me, or even just hang out." She started crying again while he was trying to make amends. He had moved over to kneel in front of her and took her in his arms. However, she had her arms wrapped around herself, in effect, protecting herself. "I know you trust me, professionally, but what I want you to know is that you can trust me personally, too. You can come talk to me and hang out with me and play video games," the last he said gently jostling her. "I'd kick your ass, Mulder." He laughed gently, and she took her arms from around herself and put them around him. "Thank you for giving me another chance, Scully." "I told you, I'll always give you another chance, Mulder," she said pulling back. He wiped the tears from her face. "I realized something tonight, Scully." "What?" "I don't really know you, personally, I mean, and I'd like to very much." She was staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. "I know the Special Agent, very well, but not the person inside. I know that's scary for you, Scully, but if you are willing to take the chance, I can promise you that you won't regret it, ever." "Mulder," she said, looking down. "Scully, please...." "I'm not used to sharing this side of me with you, Mulder. It will take time, but I think I'd like you to know me, personally." "I'd like that very much," he said and kissed her temple. He gently untangled himself and stood, but still holding her hand, then sat next to her and pulled her to him. "Mulder, this is nice," she said snuggling back into his arms. "Yes, it is. I like us like this. Snuggled up...." "If you say, like baby kittens, I will hurt you, Mulder." "I wasn't," he said with a smile. "But it is very nice, don't you agree?" She moved until she was curled up on his lap, resting against his chest. "You're very comfortable. "Thanks. I know I said this before, but, Scully, I really like you curled up on my lap." "I can tell," she mumbled against his chest. "Scully," he whined. "It's all right, Mulder, I like this too," she said and then kissed his neck. She immediately felt his response. "Do you want to sleep here?" "Do you mind? I don't want to push...if you've seen enough of me today...." "I would like you to stay," she said sitting up, looking in his eyes. "Then I'll stay. Is the guest room made up?" She just looked at him. He had misunderstood what she meant. "I want you to stay with me, Mulder, not in the guest room." Now Mulder looked like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights. Quickly, she said, "it's okay, I'm sorry," and started to move off of his lap. He pulled her back to himself and began rubbing her back, soothingly. She was hiding again, and again, it was his fault. "Please don't hide from me, Scully. I'm sorry, I didn't understand. I'd love to stay with you." She lifted her head from his chest and said, "you would?" "Scully, I love you. I want to be with you, anytime you'll let me." "You want to be with me? To just hang out with me?" He shook his head yes. "We definitely need a communications seminar." "No, we just need to talk, really talk to one another and listen to what the other is saying," Mulder said. "I do love you, Mulder." "I love you, Scully, so much," he said and then leaned down to kiss her. When he pulled back, he asked, "are these your favorite pajamas?" "For when I'm just home by myself." "And you like to watch Scooby Doo?" "He makes me laugh," she said looking embarrassed. "I really like Bugs Bunny, and Marvin the Martian, of course. I have this great pair of silk boxers with Bugs all over them, I'll show you sometime." "I'd love to see them and anything else you want to show me," she said wiggling around on his lap. "Oh, God, Scully, please sit still," he said with a moan. "You feel so good, Mulder," she said and turned to straddle his lap, placing herself over his rapidly hardening cock. He slipped his hands under the hem of her shirt and made his way around to the front, rubbing sensuously all along. "Mulder," she said thrusting her hips into his and began pulling his shirt out of his pants and eventually over his head. Once she had gotten rid of his shirt, her fingers had immediately found his nipples and began very gently scratching at them. "Jesus, Scully," he said arching his hips. She took one hand and began rubbing his hardness. He was now panting like he had just finished a long run. Pulling his zipper down, she slipped her hand inside both his jeans and his boxers, to feel him. "Scully, oh, Scully," he was moaning again. With her other hand she quickly unbuttoned the button on his jeans and started pulling them off of him. Momentarily she had to let go of him and he whimpered at the loss of contact. She quickly kissed him and said, "lift your hips." She was able to get his jeans and boxers down to the top of his thighs. "You are so beautiful, Mulder," she said, leaning in to kiss him. When she pulled back, he grabbed her tee shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing her. "No, Scully," he said taking her breasts in his hands, "you're beautiful." He pulled her closer to him and leaned down to take one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, and suckled gently. "Mulder," she said trying to get his attention. "Mulder, come on, let's take this into the bedroom." He didn't want to let go of her, not even to walk the few steps to her bedroom. She moved off his lap and stood in front of him, pulled her sweat pants and underwear off, and started walking toward her bedroom. All he could do at first was just watch her walk toward her bedroom and after he got over the shock of what she did, he was up, off the couch, stripping his jeans and boxers all the way off, along with his shoes and socks. As Scully was about to climb onto her bed, Mulder came up behind her and pulled her to himself and he dove onto the bed. She was laughing as he held her to his chest. "Were you trying to get away from me, Scully?" "Not away from you, I was trying to motivate you to come in here, and it seems to have worked," she smirked. "Trust me, Scully, I'm motivated." Rolling onto her side she caressed his cock and said, "you feel motivated to me." "You don't know how motivated I am," he said leaning over and licking around her nipple, carefully avoiding where she wanted him most. She arched her back, trying to further his contact, but he'd have none of that and actually pulled back. "I've learned something new about you, you like your nipples suckled, a lot I think." "Mmmulder," she whined. "Yes, Scully," he answered taking her breast in his hand and toying with her nipple with his thumb. "That feels so good." "I want to make you feel good, Scully." Slowly he kissed his way down her torso. He stopped and looked up at her when he reached her navel. "Are you ticklish, Scully?" "Sometimes." "How can you be ticklish only sometimes?" "Because with certain people, I'm more relaxed and more trusting and with that I'm more open to being playful and that leads to being more ticklish." "So, are you going to be ticklish with me," he asked, almost unsure of himself. "Yes," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "I trust you more than anyone, Mulder. Both professionally and personally, even though I don't know you as well I want to, personally." "I think we both have some learning to do," he said kissing her belly button. "I want to know everything about you and I want you to know everything about me," he said and then laid his head on her stomach. She reached down and encouraged him to move back up so their faces were even, "I want to know everything about you, Mulder. I know that can be scary, trust me, I know that, but I also trust you, with everything I am." He rested his head on her breast and sighed contentedly and wrapped his arm around her waist while she was playing with his hair. "Mulder...." He lifted his head to look at her. "Were the boys hard on you," she asked. He thought he heard a little bit of guilt in her question. "Nothing I didn't deserve." The playfulness of earlier had disappeared. "What did they say to you?" "Basically, they told me to get my shit together and if I didn't, I was going to lose you." "I'm sorry." He lifted himself so he could look into her eyes and said, "you have no reason to apologize, Scully. But what I do want to talk about is why you didn't think you could come to me." "Mulder...I had been here, trying to get some work done, but it was Friday night, and I wanted to just be with a friend. To be normal, have dinner and just hang out. I ended up driving around and what I realized is that I don't really have any friends left. Normally, I would have given myself a pep talk and gotten over feeling sorry for myself, but it wasn't working. So I ended up at the Gunman office, that's where Langley found me." "Have you really played video games with them?" "Yes. Have you ever played video games with them? The equipment they have, I don't even want to know where they got it, but it's incredible." "You'd be surprised where they get their stuff. A lot of it is traded for, or bought from foreign contacts then enhanced by them. Did you know they actually have sold games to software makers?" "No, but I think there is much I need to learn about them. I'm glad I got to spend some time with them tonight." "I appreciate that they were there for you, however, I still wish you had come to me." "I don't know how to explain this to you, Mulder," she said, easing herself from under him and off the bed. He watched as she walked into her bathroom and then came back out wearing a robe. "You have sweats here, in the bottom drawer," she said and walked back out to the living room. Part 4 He wasn't sure what just happened and why she was pulling away from him again. Quickly, he pulled on sweatpants and walked out to the living room. She was sitting in front of a fire, just staring at the flames. "May I join you," he asked. When she looked up, he could see that she had been crying again. "Yes." He eased himself down next to her. He wanted to pull her back to lean on him, but the air needed to be cleared first. "Mulder, you are my best friend, you know that, but we are professional best friends. We don't hang out together, go to dinner, watch videos or anything." "That doesn't me we can't, we just never have." "Why not?" "I didn't think you'd want to do any of those things, Scully." "Normal things," she answered. "Why don't you think I'd want to do something normal? I'm a woman with wants and needs, but you don't seem to realize this." "You're mad at me," he said just realizing this. "Mad isn't the right word, maybe frustrated is more appropriate." "Please explain this to me, Scully." "I'm not sure I can. But I'm willing to try." He sat, watching her gather her thoughts. "Mulder, I do love you, never doubt that. I think that you don't realize how you affect me. I can't turn my emotions on and off, and just jump from case to case. Our work is a large part of my life, and I wouldn't change that if I could. But, I need time to be me. Sometimes, I just need to take a step back and when I do that, I need to go to a safe place, for me. That used to be my family and friends. That first year, I still was a godmother to Trent, a friend to Ellen and a real part of my family. Now, Trent has outgrown needing me, but Ellen, she's moved on, I maybe get an email at the holidays and a card on my birthday. I've not seen her in years. My family doesn't understand why I stay and do what I do. You certainly know Bill's feelings on my occupation and you. But you're all I've got left. And that's plenty, usually," she said touching his forearm. He nodded his head, understanding what she was saying. "But today, I needed to connect with a world outside of work. I enjoyed having dinner with the boys, but I'd rather have been with you." "Why didn't you call, or come by?" "I didn't know if you'd want me to. Mulder, I'm not saying any of this to hurt you. You are so wrapped up in your work, I didn't think there was room for me." "Scully...there's always room for you, even if there's no room, I'll make room for you. I didn't realize that I was shutting you out." "I don't think you were doing it consciously, Mulder." "But I should have realized sooner something was wrong." "Mulder I don't expect you to read my mind. I didn't want you to know what was going on." "What made tonight different." She thought for a few moments and then looked up at him. "I realized that I'm tired of being lonely, alone." He moved to hug her and she went easily into his arms. "I'm so sorry, Scully. I never want you to feel alone or lonely. Please know, and believe, that I always want you in my life, both personally and professionally, always." "I believe you, Mulder, and I believe in you." "I don't know what I ever did to deserve to have you in my life, but I am ever so thankful. I don't think you'll ever really know what you mean to me. You have given so much of my life back to me," he said and then kissed her temple. "I promise you, Scully, there's always room for you. Please don't think otherwise." "It helps to hear that, Mulder." She snuggled back against him and they sat and watched the fire burn. After a few minutes he began running his hands along her neck, moving her hair and kissing her neck, just over the implant. She sighed, contentedly. He moved his legs so that she was sitting between them and pulled her further back against him. Reaching around, he undid the belt on her robe and slid his hands inside. She could feel his hardness, pressed against her back. She ground herself into him and caused him to moan. "Scully, you feel so good," he said, teasing her nipples into hard points. Her hands were on his thighs, clinching and un-clinching. "Oh, Mulder, I want you," she said turning to face him. She rose up on her knees and leaned in to kiss him. This wasn't the tentative kiss of earlier; these were hot and hungry and all consuming kisses. Reaching up, he pushed the robe off of her shoulders, pulled it from under her hips and tossed it behind them. "You are so beautiful, Scully, God, I love you, so, so much. I want everything with you, I meant that, Scully, with all my heart. I'll try everyday to show you how much you mean to me and just how much you are my life. But, you've got to promise to talk to me, because I am going to be an asshole sometimes, even if I don't mean to be, I will be, you know that and I know that. But as long as we can talk and listen to one another, we can do anything, anything Scully." She turned to face him and tugged at his sweat pants. He lifted his hips and she pulled them off of him. "I love you, Mulder." Immediately, he was, once again, kissing her. Slipping his tongue into her mouth to tango with hers. Moaning, she very gently broke the kiss and whispered, "bedroom." "No, here, right here, Scully. " "Mulder, are you sure?" He pulled back to look, really look, into her eyes. "If you aren't comfortable...." Her fingers on his mouth stopped his thought. Opening his mouth he pulled one of her fingers into his mouth and ran his tongue all around, suckling and nibbling. She was smiling at him, a real smile. With her other hand she reached up to caress his cheek, feeling the stubble rasp against her hand. Carefully, she straddled his lap and pulled her finger from his mouth. Taking him in her hand caused Mulder to groan and throw his head back. "Does that feel good?" Instead of answering her, he moved his hand to between her legs, and rubbed her in very small circles. "Mulder," she moaned and leaned her head against his chest. He kissed her temple and then moved down her face and onto her neck where he kissed all along her jawbone and then over to her ear where he nibbled on her earlobe. "Oh, God, Mulder, that feels incredible. You make me feel incredible." Pulling back he gazed into her eyes and said, "you; are the incredible one in this partnership, Scully. I love you so much." She quickly pulled him to herself and kissed him hard, while slowly moving her hand over his very prominent erection, paying special attention to the head. Each time she reached the end, she took her thumb and ran along the ridge that separated his shaft from the head of his cock. Then she moved back to where she could take him in her mouth. She licked him all along his shaft and then kissed her way back to the head. Mulder's mouth was open and his head was thrown back all while he was moaning. She could tell he was enjoying her ministrations. But it was time to move forward, so to speak. She took all of him she could into her mouth and placed her hand at the base of his cock, stimulating what she couldn't get into her mouth. "Oh, God, Scully. Oh, please, oh, Scully, feels soooo good." She had him just where she wanted him. He was very close, as was she, to coming. Quickly, she withdrew her mouth from him and moved to take him into her. As soon as she felt him inside of her, she looked up to see Mulder's eyes wide open, with a look of shock on his face. He took her face with both hands and kissed her. "I thought before felt good, this is incredible. You feel so...there's not a word for it to do it justice, Scully." "You feel pretty good, yourself, Mulder. But it would feel better if we moved," she said with a smirk. "Feeling playful, Scully?" Her only answer was to constrict her vaginal muscles, to grip him tighter. "Oh, fuck, Scully...you're going to kill me," he said with a smile on his face. "Good thing I'm a doctor then, isn't it?" He needed her to start moving. His hands went to her hips and pulled her down while he arched his hips. It was her turn to moan. "Feel good, Scully?" The next thing he knew, her tongue was in his mouth and she was kissing him for all he was worth. They continued to move together, stimulating one another with both touches and looks into the other's eyes. He could tell she was close by her movements and reached down to play with her clit, encouraging her orgasm. "Mulder, make me come, please, please, God, Mulder...." He continued rubbing her clit, but also took a nipple into his mouth and began suckling hard. Suddenly, she was shaking and screaming his name. He kept his mouth and hand where they were, trying to prolong her ecstasy. A few moments later, she realized she was lying on Mulder's chest, collapsed really, with him still inside of her. She raised her head to look into his eyes and smiled. "Doing okay, Scully?" "God...you just can't imagine. But I think we have some unfinished business to attend do, don't you agree," she asked, squeezing him with her vaginal muscles. "Oh, yea," he said, holding her to himself, he flipped them so that he was now between her legs, still connected. When he put his weight down, he slipped a little further into her, which caused her to moan, as well as him. She pulled him even closer by putting her legs around his hips and arching her pelvis. "I want to feel you, Mulder, come for me." He began thrusting in and out of her; she was meeting every thrust with a counter thrust of her own. They were partners, in everything. "Harder, Mulder, please," she moaned. "Sure?" "Oh, God, yes, please, please...." She was begging him to fuck her harder. Anything she wanted, he would give to her, so he increased his thrusting, almost slamming into her with each thrust. Somehow, she still kept up with him. "So close...close," he kept saying. "Oh, Mulder, love you, you feel so good, I can feel every inch of you. Your turn, come for me, please." He could feel himself about to come, when suddenly; she came again, with her nails scratching his back. He didn't know if it was the pain from her nails or her orgasm, but he came in her at that moment. "Fuck, Scully, love...oh...God yes, yes, YES," and collapsed on her. When he came back from the wonderful place he could feel her caressing his back and running her fingers through his hair. He kissed her neck, and lifted himself up to see her. "Welcome back," she said and kissed him. "That was, Scully...there's not a word to describe how incredibly good I feel right now. I love you, so much." "I love you, Mulder." They kissed a gently, sweet kiss to seal their bond, first as friends and now as lovers.