Halrloprillalar   hal@prillalar.com   http://prillalar.com/

December 10, 1998

RATING: NC17 for M/F sex.

FANDOM/SPOILERS: X-Files. S6.

SUMMARY: Mulder/Scully. Mulder makes his move.

DISTRIBUTION: Archive anywhere. Email forwarding allowed.

DISCLAIMER: CC, 1013, Fox, not me.

NOTES: For Hong Te, Queen Bee.


THE LOVE OF A GOOD WOMAN
by Halrloprillalar - hal@prillalar.com

Mulder sipped his wine, enjoying the red warmth it spun into his
blood, enjoying the anticipation of sitting on Scully's couch while
she looked into his eyes over the rim of her glass.

Five years of working together--a few abductions, some murders, a
doppelganger here and there, a couple of vampires, one damn bee--it
was time. It was time for Mulder to make his move.

So here he was, with the wine, on the couch. It worked for Eddie,
it could work for him too.

Slowly, Mulder, he admonished himself. This was Scully, *his*
Scully, his fragile flower of womanhood, his one in ten billion,
the one for whom he had longed all those endless, painful years.
Longed--yearned even, especially when the weather got damp and his
shoulder ached where she had shot him. He cherished the ache,
caressed the scar, imagining he was caressing her. Scully was
wounded by life, withdrawn and hurting. One step at a time, that
was how to woo her.

He set his glass down on the coffee table, and tried to plan what
he would say next. Something poignant, meaningful, deep--something
that would express the enormity of the love and tenderness he felt
right at that moment, but in a light, non-threatening way.
Something perfect. Something from a book.

Mulder wracked his brain for an appropriate quotation, not too
poetic but not too prosy, a quotation Scully wouldn't have read.

Scully put down her glass and leaned closer. "Mulder?"

Think fast, Mulder. Words sheeted through his head and he found the
ones he wanted, the ones that would express his heart. He opened
his mouth to speak.

And almost swallowed Scully's tongue.

She crashed upon him like a red-headed cyclone, wreaking havoc with
his trailer park. A good kind of havoc.

Bewilderment swept over Mulder, but soon desire washed it away. Why
look a gift, er...horse in the mouth? And Scully could *kiss*.

Then she pulled back. "I was beginning to think you didn't like me.
I'm glad I was wrong." Taking hold of his tie, she stood and tugged
him to his feet. "Let's just skip any angst and go straight to the
bedroom."

Oooo-kay. Mulder reminded himself that he'd always *admired*
Scully's directness. He followed her in a daze as she shed her
clothing along the way. When they reached the bedroom, Scully was
clad only in matching black satin brassiere and thong. Scully wore
thongs? Somehow he'd always imagined something white and lacy.

"Come on, Mulder, out of your clothes."

Right. He fumbled with his tie and almost choked himself before he
got it off. The shirt buttons were no easier and he had only
managed the first two when Scully came up to him.

"Here," she purred, "let me help you." Then she grabbed his shirt
and ripped it open, tearing off all the buttons. Damn, how was he
going to sew them on again? Presuming he got the chance to pick
them up. Scully was already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his
pants. Mulder figured he'd better get out of them fast before she
got any strange ideas about the belt.

Oh great. His Spiderman boxers. He hadn't expected to get this far
for at least two more dates yet. How humiliating. Was she smirking
at him?

"Those off too, Tiger."

She was smirking. But she was also taking off oh god her bra and
panties. Must catch up. He slid the boxers over his hips, catching
them for a moment on his half-erect cock. Scully gave him an
appraising stare and he began to feel very inadequate, though that
didn't stop him from covertly admiring her white skin, her rounded
thighs, her full breasts...

"Into bed, mouth-breather." She pulled him down on top of her and
started up the cyclone again.

It had been a while since Mulder had last been with a woman, but it
was all coming back to him. She was alive and soft and hard beneath
his hands and mouth and she was his Scully after all.

He moved down, kissing and sucking along her neck, nuzzling and
trying to identify the perfume she was wearing.

Her hands slid through his hair, down to his shoulders and back.
"Mulder, you kiss so well. Mmm...you have a great mouth. Jack was a
good kisser, too, the best...ahh...there, stay there...but you're
better."

Scully was a talker. But comparing him favourably to her last
boyfriend--that had to be good. Still kissing her throat, he dared
to cup one of her breasts, holding the soft weight almost
reverently for a moment, then rolling it in his hand, and thumbing
the peaking nipple.

"Mmm...yes, more..." Scully urged him. He fondled both her breasts,
pulling the nipples with two fingers, then caressed her softly
curving belly, smoothed the satin of her thighs, traced the ridges
of her hipbones.

"Your hands, Mulder...good hands...sensitive...mmm...better than
Jeff..."

Jeff? Mulder couldn't remember Scully telling him about any other
old boyfriends. He concentrated on still being better than Jeff,
whoever he was, being sensitive yet firm.

She shifted and moved her legs apart. "Touch me now...I'm close..."

Already? Of course he'd do anything for his beloved Scully, but
Mulder hoped that things wouldn't end right away. Carefully, he
stroked the neatly trimmed hair and drew his fingers through the
folds of slippery wetness. His thumb found her throbbing clit and
began working it.

"Feels good..." Her nails scratched his back. "Oh...oh, Mulder, I
thought only Holly could touch me like that...more..."

Holly? Scully had been with a woman? And when? Before he could
pursue that thought, she came, clenching her thighs around his
hand, breath hissing out through her teeth.

"More," she demanded, pushing his head down. "Use your tongue."

He complied, surprised. Licking at the warm slickness, he teased at
her clit for awhile before sucking at it in earnest.

"Mmm...good...harder...use your teeth...mmm..." Her hands gripped
his head, urging him on.

That seemed a little excessive, but Mulder was in no position to
argue. He nipped gently, then a little harder, in between strokes
with his tongue.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." She came again, pulling on his
hair. "Oh my God, Mulder. Your tongue. Skinner never makes me come
so hard."

Mulder swelled with pride. Better than Skinner, even. Better
than...Skinner? What? He had a sudden image of the man, his boss,
going down on Scully like he just had. It was actually arousing in
a sort of horrible way. But how could he not have known?

"Scully--"

She drew his head up onto her abdomen, pressing it in, and he was
cut off. Oh well, time to talk later. She liked the tongue, so he'd
better use it. He found her navel and began to plumb the puckered
depths as she moved beneath him. She liked the tongue.

"Oh, Mulder, you know what I like...I could almost come from just
this...like that time...mmm...with Kim in the supply room..."

Kim. In the supply room. It didn't surprise him; nothing would now.
He had heard it all. Scully, his Scully, was quite...active. OK, he
could deal with that. At least the sex was good.

"Now, Mulder. Fuck me now."

At last, it was his turn. But... "I don't have a--"

"No latex, Mulder. Do it without or don't do it at all."

Well, it's not like he was cautious about anything else he did. He
slid up and they rearranged themselves, spreading and positioning
and preparing. Then in one smooth movement, he thrust into her,
just like he had always imagined it. Into his Scully.

"Oh, Mulder, your cock..."

Anxiety choked him.

"...it's...oh, it's just right."

Just right. Exactly as he had imagined it. Mulder and Scully. Just
right. His shoulder ached. A sign that this was meant to be.

"Not like Frohike. He almost hurt me, he was too big."

OK, he was surprised after all. Was there nobody Scully hadn't
already done? And why hadn't Frohike ever mentioned this? The
anxiety returned and for a moment he forgot what he was supposed to
be doing.

"Mulder?"

Right. Well, he'd show Scully, he'd fuck her like she'd never been
fucked before and pour his seed deep within her body, even though
she'd never have his baby since all her ova had been removed and
the vial he'd taken had melted, although he'd put it into his
freezer as soon as he'd gotten home. She'd forget all about all the
others and belong only to him. His Scully. Focussing on the task at
hand, he started his rhythm, stroking in quickly, out slowly, with
a little pause before the next thrust.

Scully gasped with him, moving against him with obvious enjoyment.
"Mulder, you fuck...so well..."

It was working.

"So well...just like...better than..."

It wasn't working.

"Than Krycek..."

Of *course* he fucked better than Krycek. Where did she think
Alexei had *learned* to...

Oh shit. That double-crossing two-timing Russian rat bastard.

There were some things no man could endure, even for his Scully.
Choking out a "sorry," Mulder disengaged himself wetly and grabbed
his pants before bolting out of the bedroom. Pausing in the living
room to pull them on, he cursed his own blindness and stupidity.
First thing when he got home, that vial was coming out of the
freezer. Scully's eggs were fish food now. And that spare
prosthesis Krycek kept at his place--to the Salvation Army.

Well, maybe not that one attachment...

He slammed the door on his way out.

***

Scully lay back on the bed and sighed. Just when things were going
so well, too. Arousal still gripped her and she didn't feel like
being alone, so she picked up the phone and called Diana. No
answer. Damn.

She reached over to her bedside table. Another night with Sparky,
the Hitachi Magic Wand. At least she could eat all the Ben &
Jerry's herself.

And tomorrow, Kresge would be in town.

F I N I S

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