TITLE:     IT'S MY TURN
AUTHOR:    DONNILEE
E-MAIL:    Donnilee@snet.net
WEBSITE:   http://donnilee.tripod.com
RATING:    NC-17
CATEGORY:  MSR
SPOILERS:  THREE, MILLENNIUM

SUMMARY:   Mulder reveals something about himself 
that causes Scully to take action on her feelings.

DISCLAIMER:  All characters used from the show, The 
X-Files are the property of Chris Carter, Ten 
Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting.  No 
copyright infringement intended.  No money made here.

THANKS:  Thanks to FatCat for her beta bombs.

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PART 1 (PG-13)
HOOVER BUILDING
BASEMENT OFFICE
WASHINGTON, D.C.

He was unbearable today; for the last week if I 
thought about it.  He had been quiet and sullen and 
snappy when I tried to talk to him.  I knew we'd been 
cooped up in the office for a couple of weeks now 
catching up on paperwork, but this was ridiculous.

"Mulder?" I began.

"What?" he snapped.

I frowned and oddly felt like crying.  I swallowed 
the feeling and stared at him.

He looked chagrined, but didn't say anything.

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly.

He was silent for a couple of seconds and then he 
said, "I'm sorry I snapped."

"Apology accepted."

He turned back to his computer.

"You didn't answer my question," I said tentatively.

He looked up again and said, "I'm out of sorts, 
Scully.  It's nothing."

"It's obviously something, Mulder.  You've been a 
bear for a week.  I can't even talk to you.  Have I 
done something wrong?  Something that's pissed you 
off?" I inquired.

He looked surprised by the question.  "No, not at 
all, Scully."

"Then what is going on?  Why has your attitude been 
so ugly?"

He sighed.  "Just drop it, Scully.  I'll try to be 
better."

"Is it that we haven't been able to go out on a case 
for a while?  Are you bored?"

"Just drop it, Scully," he repeated.

"I'm not dropping it.  I'm your friend, Mulder.  
Maybe I can help."

"Not this time, Scully."

I was surprised at how hurt I was by that statement.  
He was shutting me out.  I'd done it to him a million 
times but I was now realizing how much it hurt.  Had 
I hurt him like this?  "Maybe I can't help, but I can 
listen," I said softly.

His face softened.  "I know you want to help, Scully, 
but I have to work this one out on my own."

I stared at my lap, feeling tears prick the back of 
my eyelids.  I sniffed and he looked at me.  I 
blinked rapidly to avoid letting the tears fall.

He stood up and approached me, leaning down to brace 
himself with one hand on either arm of my chair.  He 
lowered his face to mine and said, "I appreciate the 
concern, Scully, but I'm fine.  Really, I just need 
to do something I've been putting off."

This made no sense and made me even more worried.  I 
hated it when Mulder got cryptic.  He must have seen 
something in my face because he said, "Don't worry, 
it's just me."

"Why won't you let me help you?"

He laughed bitterly.  "You can't.  Trust me on this 
one."

He stood up and retreated to his desk.  He was about 
to sit down when I lost it.  "Mulder, damn it!  Why 
can't you talk to me?" I yelled.

"Scully, just drop it!" he shouted back.

"No!  What the hell is the matter with you?"  He 
rolled his eyes making me surge with anger.  "Don't 
roll your eyes at me!  What the hell is wrong?"

He closed his eyes, clenching his teeth and shook his 
head as if to negate what he was about to do.  Then 
he opened his eyes and shouted, "I'm fucking HORNY!  
Okay, Scully?  You happy now?  I'm fucking horny and 
I can't stand myself anymore!"

I was shocked.  He was horny?  That was making him 
this surly?  Didn't he have all those tapes he didn't 
own?  Didn't he masturbate?  I did.  He'd probably be 
shocked to know that.  The shock of his admission 
wore off after a couple of seconds and I heard him 
clucking his tongue in disgust.  Whether at himself 
or me, I wasn't sure.

When I recovered enough to speak I asked, "What do 
you usually do?"

His head snapped up to look at me as he sank back 
into his chair.  He was clearly surprised.  We never 
talked about stuff like this.  We never had in-depth 
conversations about our private lives, and we'd never 
really talked about sex.

He made a crude motion of jerking off and turned to 
face his desk, thinking the conversation was over.

"If it's that bad, why don't you knock off early and 
go home and take care of it.  You've got all those 
videos you don't own," I suggested.  

The image of him jerking off suddenly flashed in my 
mind and I nearly drew blood biting my lip.  I felt 
my nipples harden and admonished myself to get a 
grip.  "I can't stand your attitude anymore," I said 
to hide my arousal.

He slowly turned his chair to face me again, 
regarding me as if I'm some strange specimen.  "You 
really want to know about this?" he asked, evidently 
sure I would say no.

"Yes," I said stubbornly.

He smirked at me and I cringed.  I hated that smirk.  
It made me feel like a moron.  

"It won't work."

"What?  Masturbating?  Why wouldn't it work?"

He took a deep breath.  I could tell he was deciding 
how much to share with me.

"Tell me," I was having a weird attack of 'I-want-to-
know-itis, and suddenly it was vitally important to 
me to know what was going on.

"I'm sick of it.  I do that all the time.  It works 
for a while, but then it's not enough.  I'm sick of 
being lonely.  Sometimes I need human contact, 
Scully.  I'm not made of fucking stone."  He looked 
down as if studying his desktop.

I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or just didn't 
want to talk about this with me.  "So this isn't the 
first time you've felt this way?" I asked.

He shook his head in the negative.  "No, I've been 
here before."

"What have you done in the past?  Do you ride it out?  
Does it go away?"  My curiosity was piqued.  I felt 
the same way in the past and it would be interesting 
to find out how he handled it.  I knew he masturbated 
and watched those videos that weren't his.  However, 
I didn't know how often he did it or what other forms 
of relief he may have found.  I'd often wondered if 
exercise was sometimes a substitute for working out 
his frustrations.

"You don't want to know," he said, dismissing me with 
his tone again.

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't," he said firmly.

"Quit telling me what I want, Mulder.  It pisses me 
off.  I want to know.  I'm your partner, yes.  I'm a 
woman, yes.  I'm also your best friend and I want you 
to talk to me when you're upset.  I'm a big girl.  I 
can talk about sex.  We all have needs."

He looked at me strangely now.  "Do you have needs, 
Scully?"

"Sure, I do.  Stop avoiding the question.  What have 
you done in the past?"

He was silent so long I didn't think he was going to 
answer.  Finally, he said very quietly, "About once a 
year I hire a prostitute."

I gasped, in spite of my resolve to stay calm and 
unaffected by this conversation.  He was looking at 
me calmly, almost amused.  He was waiting for me to 
be shocked, which I was, but I wasn't going to give 
him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply his 
confession affected me.

"That's dangerous," I choked out.

He smirked again.  "I'm not an idiot, Scully.  I 
practice safe sex.  The bottom line is, sometimes I 
need to feel skin that isn't my own.  I don't know if 
you can understand that or not.  I don't know what 
it's like for women, if your needs are like ours.  I 
put it off for as long as I can, but sometimes," he 
said, breaking off.  He swallowed harshly as though 
holding back emotion.  Then he continued, "Sometimes 
I just get so lonely, I can't stand it anymore.  I 
need to be with someone, even it's only to pretend 
for a few hours or one night."

He'd probably be surprised at how much I understood 
his loneliness.  While I got horny, I would never 
hire a prostitute.  It was illegal and I would never 
risk my career for one night of pleasure.

"Disgusted yet?" he asked, as if it were inevitable.

"No, I understand the need, Mulder.  What I'm 
wondering is, why you don't just date?"

"A couple of reasons," he said with a shrug.  "One, I 
don't date women for sex.  If I don't care about 
them, I'm not going to lie to them and pretend I do 
just so I can get my rocks off.  Two, with a 
prostitute, there's no emotional attachment, strictly 
a business deal.  She doesn't expect anything but a 
few bucks and she walks away before morning."

"How do you know you wouldn't come to care for 
someone if you dated them?" I asked, alternately 
fascinated and repelled by this glimpse into the 
private Mulder.

He pulled the silent treatment on me again.  

I raised my eyebrow to prompt an answer.

He cleared his throat.  "I'm in love with the one 
woman I can't have," he said finally. 

I felt like I'd been sucker punched.  Diana.  It had 
to be Diana.  She was gone now, but it had to be her.  
Could it be someone else?  One of the secretaries 
here that had rebuffed him and I didn't know about 
it?  Another agent?  When did he have time?  How 
would I not know?  All these questions rushed through 
my head in a matter of seconds.  I had to know.  I 
croaked out, "You mean Diana?"  

He made another sound of disgust.  "No!  What the 
hell would make you think that?" he asked.  "God, you 
don't get it."

He turned away, powered down his computer and stood 
up.  He slipped his suit jacket on.  It had been 
hanging on the back of his chair.

"Who is it?" I asked, wanting to know, and scared to 
find out at the same time.

He just stared at me and shook his head like I was 
clueless.  "I'm leaving for the day.  I'm sorry if 
I've been a grump.  I'll be better tomorrow."

With that, he rounded his desk and left the office 
without even a backward glance.  'What did he mean he 
would be better tomorrow?' I thought.  "NO!" I hissed 
as the answer came to me.

Oh my God.  He was leaving here right now to go hire 
a prostitute.  The thought made me sick to my 
stomach, but not for the reasons he would probably 
think.  I didn't agree with prostitution because it 
was illegal, but I understood it and the need for it 
on another level.  Sex was a compelling drive for 
most men and if they weren't satisfied it, often came 
out sideways in their personalities.  I was sick to 
my stomach at the thought of him with ANY other 
woman.  Oh God, could I stand it now?  Knowing what 
he was doing?

Quickly, I decided that I couldn't.  I had to stop 
him.  He didn't know how I felt about him, but 
somehow, I had to stop him.  I didn't know if I was 
ready to reveal myself yet, but I had to stop him.  I 
couldn't stand the thought of it.

I raced out of the office, quickly locking it behind 
me and took the elevator to the parking garage.  I 
walked out just in time to see him backing out of his 
parking space.  I trotted toward him, waving my arm.  
He didn't see me as he peeled out of the garage.  I 
ran to my car, juggling my briefcase and pocketbook 
and opened the door. 

I slid in and squealed my tires backing out.  I raced 
after him.  I came out onto the street in time to see 
him three cars ahead at the traffic light.  I stayed 
back, tailing him as he wound through the streets of 
D.C.  It was dusk, not yet full-on dark.  In no time, 
we were on the outskirts of southeast D.C.  Not a 
good section of town, to say the least.  

I was right, that was exactly what he was doing.  The 
confirmation made my stomach turn over again.  What 
should I do?  He would be so mad at me if he knew I 
was following him.  How else could I stop him?  Tail 
him to wherever he took the girl?  Jesus, this was 
stupid.

Just then he pulled over to the curb.  I pulled up 
too; a couple of cars were parked between him and me.  
I watched as his window rolled down and looked to the 
side of the building.  Three girls stood there; one 
was a blonde, a second one was a tall brunette with a 
good-sized chest, and the third a small redhead.  I 
figured he would choose the brunette.  I gasped when 
he shook his head as she started for him.  

She backed up and a small redhead approached the car.  
She didn't look like me, but her haircut was similar.  
She was a bit taller than me, but short and slender.  
She was wearing a black leather mini-skirt and a pink 
tube top that showed off breasts that were ample for 
her size but not overly large.  Not like the breasts 
I'd come to think of as being attractive to Mulder.  
Something seized me.  I leaped out of the car without 
thinking and practically ran up the sidewalk.

I heard her say, "You're a handsome one.  You lookin' 
for a date, honey?"

He smiled and opened his mouth just as I reached the 
rear door of his car.  "No, he isn't," I barked.

Both heads whipped around to look at me.  I put my 
hands on my hips, trapping my jacket behind my hips 
and showing my weapon.  The hooker held up her hands 
and backed away.  "Hey, lady, no trouble here," she 
said rapidly.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Mulder yelled at me.

I put on my stubborn face.  "Come to my place," I 
heard myself say.

He stared at me, his lips pressing together in a 
tight line.  He was clearly pissed off.  What had 
made me say that?  What was I going to do now?

"Why?  You going to help me out?" he asked 
sarcastically.  His voice was dripping venom.

I braced myself against the anger in his tone of 
voice.  If I didn't know better, I could almost 
believe he hated me in that moment.  It pissed me 
off.  "You never know," I said, giving him my most 
enigmatic look.

His eyes went wide as saucers.  I spun on my heel and 
went back down the block and slid behind the wheel of 
my car.  I slammed the door and hit the automatic 
door lock with a shaking hand.  I let out a breath I 
didn't realize I was holding and put the car in gear.  
I'd never turned it off.  Stupid.

I pulled out and drove to the end of the block.  I 
waited there at the stop sign, looking in my rear 
view until I saw him pull up behind me.  

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PART 2 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.

'What in the name of all that is holy just happened?' 
I asked myself.  I pulled out behind her, too 
embarrassed to do anything else.

Not that I cared what the hookers thought.  Even 
though I'd told Scully what I did, getting caught at 
it by Scully was somehow ten times more humiliating 
than the admission.  I'd yelled at her again, but 
instead of yelling back as usual, she'd given me a 
cryptic answer.

'You never know,' she'd said.

What did that mean?  Was she thinking of taking care 
of my needs?  Just the thought of it made my groin 
rise to the occasion.  Jesus, and I'd been about to 
hire a redhead, like I always did, like I'd done once 
a year for the past five fucking years.  She didn't 
look like Scully, but if I turned her face down, I 
could pretend.

Was she doing this because she was concerned for my 
safety?  Or was there more to it?  Did she have 
feelings for me?  I knew she cared for me, maybe even 
loved me as a friend.  Other than that, she'd never 
given me any indication that she would be open to my 
advances.  I'd been in love with her for years and in 
lust with her since we'd been partnered.  Other than 
one mishap with that Vampire chick, my only other sex 
had been with prostitutes.  I didn't do it often, but 
once in a while I couldn't stand the loneliness of my 
own hand anymore.

If I got there and she wanted to 'talk', I didn't 
know what I'd do.  Most likely I'd say something 
hurtful that I'd regret later.  Once I'd reached the 
point of no return and made up my mind to do it, it 
was hard to turn it off.  To tell the truth, it 
disgusted me a little too, so I wouldn't blame her 
for being mortified.  I'd tried to keep it from her.  
However, she'd been her usual self.  Once Scully 
wanted to know something, she would interrogate until 
she got her answers.  I hadn't wanted to tell her, 
but like the skilled pro she is, she had backed me 
into a corner.  I'd hoped to shock her into silence.  
I should have known better.  Damn it.  What was going 
on here?

Was she going to offer me sex?  Would it be to just 
prevent me from hiring a prostitute, an activity that 
could, in theory, get me fired if I were caught?  She 
was always looking out for my career, as if she could 
save it.  I knew it had been flushed down the toilet 
years ago, but she still acted as if there was 
something left of it to save.  It wouldn't be the 
first time she'd tried to save me from myself.  I 
couldn't just be Scully's fuck-buddy.  Then again, 
would I be able to resist if she offered?

This time though, I didn't want to be saved, unless 
it was to replace my fantasies with the real thing.  
God, I couldn't decide whether to be afraid or pissed 
off.  By the time I reached her building, I chose 
pissed off.

She'd beaten me here, driving like a maniac.  I saw 
the back of her as she walked through the door into 
the lobby of her building.  She was so arrogant; she 
hadn't even looked to see if I was following her.  
She'd just assumed I would, like a faithful, little 
puppy, just like always.  I was tempted to drive 
away, just for spite.  

I realized immediately how juvenile that thought was, 
although it still had some appeal.  I hoped she 
wasn't going to lecture me on the dangers of my 
actions.  I wouldn't be able to take it.  Well, I 
could always hire someone later if this went badly.  

What if she offered sex and nothing more?  Could I do 
it?  Could I risk it?  Could I be Scully's 'fuck 
buddy'?  I didn't think I could.  There was no way I 
could be detached with her.  I'd loved her too well 
for too long.  How could she think I loved Diana?  
Scully was the most exasperating woman I'd ever 
known.

I sighed and climbed out of the car.  I wondered if 
she was worried that I hadn't scurried in right 
behind her and I hoped so.  It would serve her right 
for doing this to me.  Shit, time to face the music.

I walked slowly down the hall and stood outside her 
door.  I had a sudden urge to run.  I could go now 
and she would never know where I went.  There were 
other places to go.  I'd just chosen the closest one.  

I couldn't do it.  I couldn't ditch her again.  I'd 
promised.  Not that this was the same kind of 
situation, but the same principle applied.  I'd be 
running off, away from her, without her.  I was tired 
of running away.  She wanted to know about my 
pathetic personal life; she was going to find out, in 
spades.  'Hope you're ready, Scully,' I thought.  I 
knocked on the door.

It swung open.  She looked stern but resolved and 
waved me in.  I decided a full frontal attack would 
serve me best and allow me to maintain my composure 
and what few shreds of dignity I had left.

"What the fuck, Scully?  I told you because you 
pushed it.  I told you because I THOUGHT I could 
trust you with it.  Instead, you fucking follow me?  
You interfere?  It was none of your business in the 
first place!" I shouted.  "I told you to leave it 
alone!"

She looked momentarily shocked by my assault and 
backed up a step or two as I advanced on her.  I saw 
a flash of fear in her eyes but it was gone quickly 
and replaced by anger.  She hated it when I yelled at 
her.  "Mulder," she started.

"No!  If you don't want anything to do with my 
personal life, which you've made abundantly clear, 
then stay the fuck out of it!  What?  I'm supposed to 
be celibate for the rest of my life?  Just because 
you can do it, doesn't mean I can.  I'm not that 
good, Scully.  I've been trying to tell you that for 
years.  Should I go with the prostitute?  Or use 
innocent women to get my rocks off?  Which way should 
I go, Scully?" I said angrily, working up a good head 
of steam.  "Somehow, I don't think either one wins me 
points on your righteous scale, does it?"

"SHUT UP!" she screamed, her face crumpling into a 
grimace of pain.

I sucked in a shaky breath, and stared at her 
waiting.  I was breathing hard and she was on the 
verge of tears.  Gee, how many times had we been 
here?  'Good show, Mulder, make her cry again,' I 
thought.

Finally, she whispered, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" I spat, my voice full of derision.

"I couldn't let you do it."

"Why?  You were disgusted?  Protecting me from myself 
again, Scully?" I asked sarcastically.  "Why do you 
care anyway?"

"I couldn't stand the thought of you with another 
woman.  It made me sick to my stomach," she confessed 
in a whisper.

It was my turn to gasp.  I stared at her as I stepped 
into her personal space and then watched her retreat 
from me again.  "Scully?" I asked hopefully.  Despite 
my best efforts to remain calm, I could feel 
excitement flow through me.  I don't know what I 
expected, but it hadn't been that.  Finally I choked 
out, "What does that mean, Scully?"

Never let it be said that Scully can no longer 
surprise me.  She stared at me for a moment, as if 
she were unable to trust her voice.

She stepped into my personal space, grabbed my 
lapels, yanked my face down to hers and laid her 
mouth over mine.  I was frozen with shock for a 
moment but then moaned into her mouth, banding my 
arms around her waist and hauling her up against me.  
Jesus, she was voracious.  Her kiss was hot and 
hungry, as she chewed on my lower lip and played 
tonsil hockey with her tongue.

Reality slipped away as I sunk into the bliss of 
kissing Scully, really kissing her for the first 
time.  New Year's Eve and our chaste little kiss 
didn't even count in my book.  I mean, it counted, 
but she hadn't returned the gesture, so that had been 
the end of that.  It was sweet, but it was over, and 
she'd never mentioned it again.

I felt dizzy and maneuvered us to the couch.  I fell 
backwards and she landed in my lap, still devouring 
my mouth.  I needed to take some control here.  I 
cupped her face and pulled her away.  She tried to 
lip lock us again, but I held her fast.  "Scully," I 
croaked.  My voice sounded low and tortured even to 
my own ears.

She stared at me with a glazed expression I was sure 
I'd never seen on her face before.  She was flushed 
and magnificent.  Her pupils were dilated and I was 
ready to throw her down on the rug and fuck her 
senseless.  First, I had to know what this was.

"Are you just doing this to keep me off the street?" 
I asked slowly.

She shook her head.  "No.  Yes, but not just that."

"Are you just doing this to save me from myself?" I 
asked.

"No."

"Are you just being my fuck buddy because it's safer 
for me?" I asked.

She blinked rapidly but didn't hesitate.  "No."

"Why?" I asked point-blank.  She knew what I was 
asking.

"It's my turn," she said.

I scrunched my brows in question.  "What's that 
supposed to mean?"

"All the women of your past; they've always had what 
I wanted.  They were strong enough, brave enough to 
play ball with Fox Mulder," she said.

"You lost me, Scully," I said.

She smiled.  "It's my turn to step up to the plate," 
she said, as she threw out another sports metaphor.

"Scully, talk straight.  I need to know why you're 
doing this!"  I remembered my resolve to give her 
what she was unwittingly asking for.  "I love you, 
Scully.  I can't be a fuck buddy.  I don't work that 
way.  This is too important to me."

She looked surprised for about two seconds but then 
smiled again.  "I'm doing this because I love you, 
Mulder," she said softly.  "I'm taking what I want 
this time.  No more waiting."

"You love me?  You want me?"

She growled, yes growled in the back of her throat 
and attacked my neck, sucking on my pulse and making 
my cock throb.

I felt warmth, hope, and joy bloom in my chest.  
"God, Scully!" I hissed.

She leaned back and looked at the bruise on my neck.  
She nodded in satisfaction.  She was obviously proud 
of marking me as her own. 

She cupped my face and leaned in again.  Her kiss 
wasn't frantic now.  She was gentle, caring, slow, 
and erotic.  She broke off and said, "I've wanted you 
for a long time, but I didn't think I was your type."

"You're kidding me," I said, leaning my head against 
her forehead.

"No, I thought the innuendo was just a way to pass 
the time, just your sense of humor.  I always thought 
you went for tall brunettes.  Then," she cut off.

"Then what?"

"I followed you because I couldn't let you do it, it 
just made me sick.  I got there and waited for you to 
call to the brunette but you didn't," she said, her 
voice slightly astonished.

I smiled slightly.

"I saw you call over that redhead, and I knew you 
didn't know I was there at that moment, so it wasn't 
for my benefit, or to fool me, or to freak me out."

"No, it wasn't," I admitted.  "I always pick a 
redhead."

She smiled widely then.  "Never again, Mulder."

"Never?"

"No, it's my turn, and I don't share well with 
others.  I'm your only redhead from now on.  The only 
one, period."

I laughed then, unable to contain my excitement and 
relief and joy a moment longer.  She laughed with me 
and stood up, tugging on my hand, and led me into the 
bedroom.

It was finally going to happen.  I couldn't believe 
it.  If I'd known jealousy over a hooker would be 
what brought her to me, I would have told her of the 
practice long ago!

I yanked my brain back to the present as she began to 
undress.  I stopped her, pulling her hands down to 
her sides.  "Let me," I said roughly.

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Nude, she was completely nude.  It was a scene I'd 
pictured in my mind a thousand times but nothing had 
prepared me for the reality of it.  My hands ran up 
and down her sides.  "So soft," I whispered.

"Come here," she whispered, holding her arms up in 
invitation.

I slid between her legs and I hummed, feeling the 
softness of her inner thighs slide across my hips.  I 
kissed her breast, latching onto a nipple and sucking 
it into my mouth.  She moaned and pushed it further 
into my mouth.  "Oh God," she whimpered.

I reached down and slid my hand between us.  Her lips 
were slick, swollen, and wet.  I separated her nether 
lips and pressed my now aching hard on against her 
mound, rubbing against her exposed clit.  

She hissed.  "Inside, now," she barked.

I couldn't keep her or myself waiting anymore.  I 
guided myself to her entrance and took a deep breath 
to regain my composure.  This was really going to 
happen.  I was going to make love to Scully.  I 
pressed into her slowly and my head spun with 
pleasure.  I continued, an inch at a time, stretching 
her, filling her full.  

Her heels pressed into my back, urging me deeper and 
I groaned.  "Feels so good, Scully."

"Mmm, so full.  Jesus, it's been a long time, 
Mulder."

"Yeah, you're tight.  I won't hurt you," I whispered.

"I know.  It feels great.  That's not standard 
equipment you're wielding there," she said with a 
straight face.

I laughed out loud.  I couldn't help it.  "It's 
average," I said.  "You're just small," I countered.

"If you think this is average, Mulder, you watch way 
too much porn."

I laughed again.  She kept surprising me.  Her eyes 
were glowing as I began to pump slowly in and out of 
her, gaining a little more ground each time.  When I 
was fully embedded, I held still, afraid I would 
spill the beans right there.  

"Move," she whispered.

I gritted my teeth and retreated slowly.  I moaned 
but found I was able to make slow, long, deep 
strokes, grinding into her at the end of each.  

"God, I ached for you," I whispered into the shell of 
her ear.

Stroke.  "Mulder!"

"You make me burn," I told her.  I was unable to keep 
any of this stuff back anymore.

Stroke.  "Oh God, faster!"

"Do you know how many nights I imagined this?"

Stroke.  "Please!"

"My fantasies don't even come close.  This is heaven, 
Scully."

Stroke.  "Harder!"

I began to thrust deeply.  She arched her back in 
wanton pleasure and her hands slid down my back to 
cup the sides of my ass.

Something about the feel of those tiny, hot hands 
branding the skin of my ass made me lose control.  I 
began to pound her, hard and fast.  Her hips rose to 
meet my powerful thrusts.  I was sweating and panting 
when I felt her mouth land on my nipple and suck 
hard.

I howled with mind-bending pleasure and prayed to 
hold on a bit longer.  Finally, I felt her spasm 
around my shaft.  "Jesus, Mulder!  Yes, oh God, I'm 
coming!  I'm coming!  Oh, God!  Muullddeerr!"

Hearing her cry out my name was the last straw.  I 
felt myself swell and harden, nearly to the point of 
pain.  Then I was pouring into her, a nearly endless 
stream of cum.  My fluids felt hot as they backwashed 
around my shaft.  I held myself pressed deep inside 
and felt my hips shudder against her pelvis with the 
force of my ejaculations.

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I was dizzy and sated when it finally stopped and I 
collapsed into the cradle of her thighs.  Her arms 
wrapped around my middle and held me tight.  I 
couldn't remember the last time I felt so content and 
satisfied.

I figured I must be crushing her and shifted to 
remove myself from her hot, petite body, but her legs 
tightened around me, her ankles locking together over 
my low back to prevent my retreat.  "Stay, feels 
good," she muttered.

"I'm not crushing you?"

"No, I like your weight on me.  I love the feel of 
your skin against mine too."

I let myself relax and buried my nose in her hair 
near her neck.  "I love you, Scully."

"I love you too, Mulder," she replied.  She'd said it 
again, after I'd made love to her.  She hadn't just 
said it to get me into bed, or keep me off the 
streets.  I was still a bit nervous about her 
motives, but it was too late now to examine them too 
closely.  I'd tasted paradise now and there was no 
going back.  I hoped she knew what she had done.  I 
was never going to let her go.  I wouldn't be able 
to.

"You've created a monster, Scully."

No sound came out but I felt her belly vibrate 
against mine with laughter.  "You have this problem 
again, you come to me, all right?" she said softly.

I smiled against the skin of her neck and then kissed 
her there, delighting in the little shiver I caused.  
"Can I come to you more than once a year?" I 
deadpanned.

She shifted so we could look at each other faces.  
She was smiling.  "Geez, I hope so," she said.  Then 
she kissed me.  This one was tender, sated, and full 
of promise.  She broke the kiss and said, "I meant 
what I said."

"Which time?" I asked.

"I don't share my toys very well," she reiterated.

"Toys?  Is that what I am?" I teased.

She smiled wider and leaned in until her nose was 
touching the tip of mine.  She said, "MINE!"

I laughed, unable to contain my joy any longer and 
wrapped her in a big bear hug.  "Yours, Scully.  Been 
yours for a long time."

THE END.