FROM: Xbri@gmx.net TITLE: Full Moon AUTHOR: Brigitte Xbri@gmx.net RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: MSR ARCHIVE: yes, but please let me know where DISCLAIMER: Not mine SUMMARY: Scully's troubled by the Full Moon FEEDBACK: Yes, please. Let me know, what you think. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Endless thank to Teresa, Shell and Hannah for their great beta. Without your support, encouragement and patience this story still would spin in my mind. You sure know, how to cheer me up in times of doubt and insecurity. This is my very first posting and English is not my native tongue. Maybe you can imagine how much I appreciate the wonderful help of my betas. Full Moon He was sitting in the dark, alone in Scully's bedroom. It was not the first time he had been waiting for her on this chair. He clearly could remember the last time, when he had spent hours in this corner waiting for her to come home so he could tell her about the surveillance of his apartment and the body he had left in the flat above. He had been here for her help then. He had come up with a plan to fight against "Them" and he was sure she'd help him... as crazy and risky as his idea was. But this time it was different. He was here to apologize. He really had fucked up and driven her to walk away... it had happened on their way home after their latest case. What was he thinking to say those things to her? He'd give anything if he could just take back the words he had thrown in her face in his rage and his fury. Sure, it was a shitty case they had to investigate, but how was he to know that the disappearance of those teenagers had been just a foolish trick? And by God, he certainly wasn't the weatherman, so he couldn't be held responsible for this terrible humid weather. But the worst of it was, neither the case nor the weather made him say those words to her... it was Scully herself. This time she was really driving him crazy! He couldn't take anymore of her strange behavior. Since they'd left town three days ago, he'd noticed that Scully was very strained, distracted... you could even say fidgety. She was always moving, her hands shuffling and playing with anything. Over and over she had been biting on her lower lip and then licking it with her tongue... and they said HE had an oral fixation! Ha! Fascinated, he watched her doing all this and he had to admit that it was really getting him nervous too. He tried everything to divert and calm her, but he wasn't successful. Sometimes she seemed to be absorbed in thought far away from him and he had to tell her things twice to get a response >from her. When he noticed that she wouldn't even eat, he really did get concerned. He began to observe her in earnest then...as if he wouldn't do that all the time. Now, though, it seemed that he had a reason and an excuse to do so. He wouldn't let her out of his sight, tried to stay as near as possible, and in doing so he invaded her personal space even more than normally. Of course, he noticed the closer he tried to get to her the more restless and distracted she became. So, he assumed that her behavior had to do with him. When ever he touched her arm, her hand or the small of her back, as he often did, she'd nearly jump. Could it be that it was his proximity, his touch she reacted to? Now he really had to know. In the car on their way home he started to tease her, to provoke her so that he might finally find out whatever it was that was bothering her. Of course, he knew she didn't want to be teased. She wanted to be left alone to sit in the passenger seat and brood over her thoughts. He couldn't tell when it had happened, but suddenly Scully was quite angry and snappy. When he tried his pout, which normally worked in most situations, she really got mad at him. Suddenly they were shouting and yelling. He didn't remember the words, but it had been terrible. Had he really called her capricious and bitchy? After those words she'd told him to stop driving immediately or she'd jump out of the moving car. What else could he do? As soon as he had stopped, she grabbed her purse, got out of the car and walked away. Shocked and angry, he was left sitting behind the wheel. Before he knew what to do, she was out of sight in the midst of a bunch of people. She left him, with all her luggage still in the trunk of the car, so she really had to be devastated. And this just because he couldn't keep his mouth shut. It was only then that he noticed they were back in town near his place. He didn't know what to do. It was nearly impossible to find Scully among all those people on their way home from work. He assumed she'd take a cab and go straight home. He decided to go home as well, take a shower and then think about how to apologize. After the shower he tried to reach her at home, but there was just the answering machine. He couldn't get her cell phone...she must have switched it off. So he made up his mind to go over to her apartment to talk to her and to tell her he was sorry. He'd been sitting here now for two hours and Scully wasn't home yet. He was starting to worry. Where could she have gone off to? Sitting in her cozy armchair he suddenly realized how tired he was. Here in Scully's apartment he always felt at ease and comfortable. And although he knew he shouldn't be in her bedroom, he just hadn't been able to resist the temptation. Thinking about the other times when he had been in this room, he drifted off to sleep. End of part one XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX Full Moon (2 of 6) by Xbri@gmx.net see part one for disclaimer Furiously she stalked through the streets. The pavement reflected the heat of the afternoon sun. She felt dripplets of sweat gathering in her neck and running down her body. The glimmering heat seamed to goad on her anger. She passed dozens of people without even a glance because her mind was still focused on only one man. She just had to get far away from Mulder as quickly as possible. He just wouldn't leave her alone! How dare he pick a fight and then call "her" bitchy? No... he had to tease her, to try and get her to talk. Why couldn't he accept that she didn't want to talk about what was bothering her? No way would she tell him the truth. And then, when he even tried his pout on her... she just got mad and started to yell at him. She was so furious. She had to run through the crowd until she was so out of breath that she had no choice but to stop. Sitting on a bench, she watched people go by and she tried to calm down. Yes, all along she had feared that one day this just had to happen. Since the first day they'd met she'd known she couldn't avoid it. It was only a matter of time. As if it were yesterday she remembered the moment when she'd entered his office in the basement. He was sitting at his desk. He looked at her critically, but nevertheless with kindness... and yes, even surprise that he wasn't able to hide. She always wondered what he had been thinking of her on their first encounter. >From the very first moment she saw him she was lost. When he got up from his desk and turned towards her, she looked into his eyes and she was trapped. It wasn't just his gorgeous looks, it was also the frankness, the honesty and integrity he emanated. She knew he'd be loyal, broad- minded and reliable to his friends, but unyielding and merciless against his enemies. Of course she'd already heard a lot about him... about his brilliance, his great success in his career, and about his (at least in the opinion of her superiors) suspicious work on the X-Files. They had informed her about his latest cases and asked her to watch him. They'd expected her to observe his work, and to keep them up to date. But from their first case, when he trusted her with Samantha's disappearance and his painful, desperate search for the truth, she was amazed at his frankness and the confidence he showed in her. She often wondered whether he also felt this strange attraction and connection between them. She knew that she'd never be able to betray him. Now after six years of working together side by side, fighting against "Them", and after all they'd been through together, they were more than partners... they had become friends. She knew that he'd always be there for her whenever she reached out for him. When she was ill and suffered the side affects of the chemotherapy, he was there holding her head when she vomited until she fell asleep from exhaustion. When Emily had been dying he wanted to be at her side to assist her but she rudely turned away from him. She didn't know why, but it had been important to her to go through that alone. Maybe she had been afraid of falling apart completely if she let anyone come in. He'd tried to understand and accept her decision, although she knew that he was hurt by her retreat. He'd risked his life more than once to save hers. She loved him and he was her best friend. Never before had she felt this close to someone. She remembered, how she had found comfort in his embrace after some of their awful cases. He had seen her then in her weakest moments. Although she'd always hated to let someone see her weakness, she'd trusted him enough to let him in for a short moment without the walls she'd used to keep built around her. But sometimes this just wasn't enough. She wanted more. She had always tried to supress these feelings, but now they were too strong. She couldn't say when she first realized that she was in love with Mulder. Maybe it was when, once again, he was lying in a hospital bed recovering from yet another concussion. She was sitting by his side, and he was holding her hand and refused to let go. In this moment she knew that losing Mulder would tear her apart. Suddenly she knew she couldn't imagine life without him. This thought really frightened her. From a child she'd always wanted to be strong and independent. Now she needed him to be there. Mulder was the love of her life, and she knew that there would never be anyone else. By finally admitting and accepting these feelings, she realized why she had stopped dating. From her first day of work on the X-Files, she wasn't interested in going out anymore. Sure, there were her friends she'd gone through med. school with. They used to go to the cinema together, or to bars and clubs to dance the night away. But now they'd lost contact. Mostly because she was often out of town on a case with Mulder. At first they left messages on her answering machine, but she all too frequently forgot to call back. She didn't know what to talk about anymore with her former friends. Most of them were now married and had at least one child. In any case, she couldn't tell them about what she was doing in her everyday life. They wouldn't believe her anyway. In this way the messages diminished, but actually she didn't miss them too much. In the beginning, her mother had tried to make her go out. She'd even set up a date with one of Bill's friends. She never tried this again after Scully had recovered from her abduction. But now suddenly things had changed. Being in love with Mulder and working so close to him all the time was becoming nearly unbearable for her. All his touches and his innuendos had suddenly taken a different meaning to her. She felt a tension building between them which, more and more, she nearly couldn't bear. Did he do this on purpose? Was it a game he played to see how much she would take? Sometimes when they were working on a report in their office and he was concentrating on a file, she would take advantage of the opportunity to watch him. She'd watch him as he sat, leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk. In summer when it was hot he used to roll up the sleeves of his shirt and she could see his strong, tanned forearms. She loved his wonderful hands and his long fingers. They haunted her sleep, and sometimes in her dreams she could feel them smooth over her skin. He'd often open the first button of his collar and loosen the tie, giving her the opportunity to look at his bare neck. Sometimes when she got lucky she was able to watch a drop of sweat sliding down from his forehead along his stubbly cheek to disappear under his collar. She'd have to tear her eyes away. She nearly wasn't able to resist the temptation to go over and follow the path of that drop with her tongue. She yearned to taste the flavor of his skin. His mouth was really driving her crazy. He had to be biting on things continuously. When he wrapped his lips around a pencil... she had to take a deep breath to restrain herself. And his habit of eating those damn seeds was driving her to distraction. She could spend hours and hour watching him improve his oral skills. More than once she had to leave the office in a hurry to prevent making a treacherous moan in the presence of her partner. She used to hide herself in the lavatory and try to cool down. In the mirror she would see the suspicious signs of her arousal. Her cheeks were rosy and her neck was covered with red flushes. It always took her some time to come back to the office. When Skinner had confirmed the case three days ago, and she had known that she had to be on the road with Mulder, she nearly couldn't avoid screaming. Actually, she loved travelling with him... sitting in the passenger seat and listening to his soothing voice. Concentrating on the road, he never noticed her greedy looks. But not now! Not this time of the month! She'd do anything to be able to prevent going on this case. Yes, there was a secret about her that Fox Mulder hadn't succeeded in finding out yet. >From childhood she had always been affected by the moon. A few days before a full moon she'd have difficulty sleeping. As a child she often had troubling dreams at night. She'd toss around in her bed so much that she would disturb her sister sleeping all the way on the other side of the room. Missy used to tease her about this and call her moonstruck. Lately it had been getting worse. Maybe the reason was her nonexistant sex life, but whatever the reason, every full moon she wasn't able to sleep... and yes, she was hot. Horny as hell! There seemed to be a strange connection between the moon and her hormones. It was exactly three days to the next full moon. God help her! Normally she would try to prevent her partner's proximity by pretending to have a lunch appointment with her mother. And she'd spend a lot of time in the labs or the morgue. In the evening she'd work out in the gym to release the tension. She just couldn't survive being on a case with Mulder. It would kill her to sit so close to him in the car for hours inhaling his incredible Mulder essence, watching the muscles of his forearms and thighs move as he drove the car. At night she tried to sleep in spite of the moon shining through the window and laughing at her. Lying awake in her bed, bathed in the silver gleam of the moon, she could hear Mulder's every move in the adjoining room. The worst of it was, she didn't dare touch herself to find release because she was too afraid he'd be able to hear her. And all this with her hypersensitive and overstimulated senses! Shit! The case had been a joke. The heat and her raging hormones had been driving her crazy. Of course, Mulder soon realized that she was not herself and he just wouldn't leave her alone. He had to keep touching her and hovering over her. On their way back she'd finally just lost her temper. It was too much. She couldn't take anymore. If she'd have stayed a moment longer in that car she would have gone crazy. Scully was still sitting on the bench and she realized that the street was nearly empty. It was getting dark. She hadn't been able to come up with an idea to explain her strange behavior to Mulder. She didn't want him to know about her secret. Exhausted, she got up and looked for a cab to drive her home. End of part two XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO Full Moon (3 of 6) by Xbri@gmx.net see part one for disclaimer As Scully entered her apartment, she refrained from switching on the lights as moonlight was falling through the windows. The whole apartement was bathed in the soft, silver light of the moon. She dropped her purse on the floor and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. Yes, a glass of wine would certainly help her to relax. She opened a bottle of her favorite white wine, she kept cool in her fridge. To sip this sweet, prickling wine certainly would calm her down and make her feel better. Although it was late, the night was still hot. She opened a window in her living room to enjoy the wonderful summer night. Sipping her wine, she watched the sky. Millions of stars were blinking. Sometimes she really wondered about the possibility of any life out there. Assuming that every star she could see was another sun, maybe even similar to our sun with its numerous planets, and considering she was only able to see a small sector of the large, endless space... what innumerable possibilities. Shaking her head, she couldn't help a smile. Was Mulder finally getting to her? Just at that moment she remembered a movie she'd once seen where Jodie Foster had answered the question a little boy asked her. He wanted to know whether there were people out there in the universe. She asked him what he thought. Shrugging his shoulders, he skeptically replied that he didn't know. Smiling, Jodie Foster's character advised him to always keep searching for his own answers. Convinced by the things she had seen, she explained to him. ' The universe is a pretty big place. It's bigger than anything that anyone has ever dreamed before. So if it's just us, it seems like an awful waste of space.' Oh, no. If Mulder could see her now, standing in the dark and musing on alien life forms. He'd certainly find this rather funny. She could almost hear his dry comment, 'You never cease to amaze me, Scully.' and picture him grinning at her. She'd really lost it this time. Thinking about it now, she was pretty ashamed of herself. Just because she had to struggle with her hormones, she'd vented on Mulder. She knew that by now he'd certainly be feeling sorry about this mess. Tomorrow she'd have to have a talk with him. Or she could call him now and try to come up with an apology, hopefully without revealing too much about her little problem. But what could she tell him? "Sorry, Mulder, it's all my fault. Please, from now on, just keep away from me when there's a full moon... and never try that pout on me again or I swear I won't be able to resist jumping you." Oh, Lord! She'd make a terrible fool of herself. She knew too well Mulder's preference in women. They all had some things in common... long legs and a body to lust for. No, she didn't want to think about Phoebe, Marita, Bambi, Detective White and all the others right now... and certainly not Diana. She decided it would be better to wait until the next day. She really didn't feel like hearing his voice at the moment anyway. Troubled with his bad conscience, he'd do anything to make her feel better. He'd try to involve her in a long conversation about whatever topic he could dream up. He'd use that soft, seductive voice that he always tried on her whenever he thought she was angry with him. With that voice he was easily able to make her melt like ice. He seemed to be aware of her weakness. Why else would he use it on her so much? Taking the last swallow of wine, she felt that it had helped her. Her tenseness and her nervousness had given way to a pleasant tingling that she could feel all over her body. In the dusk, she headed for her bathroom to take a shower. As much as she usually liked to take long, steamy bubble baths, tonight it was just too hot for that. In the bathroom she lit a few candles. She didn't want this moment ruined by the glare of neon lights. She looked at her reflected image in the mirror. Her eyes were sparkling dark blue, and she could still see the treacherous gleam of her rosy cheeks. Her auburn hair was slightly curled from the humidity and her perspiring body. Shaking her head, she peeled of the sticky layers of clinching fabrics and shed them into the basket in the corner of the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and scrubbed her face to remove the dust and remaining make-up. When she had dried her face with a soft towel she blinked at the mirror. Those freckles, her small nose and her blue eyes made her look so young. No, she never would meet up to Mulder's favorite type of woman. Her gaze wandered down to her delicate neck and stopped at her small, firm breasts. She looked at the soft rounding and her rosy nipples, and she felt a tender longing. It had been such a long time that she hadn't been touched, hadn't felt soft hands cupping her demandingly and kneading the aching flesh. Her nipples immediately responded to her musing, and she felt them harden. She craved loving, teasing hands... fingers stroking softly over her erect nipples... scratching them delicately with a fingernail... pinching and rolling them between thumb and forefinger. Oh, she used to love these sensations. They always sent shivers and waves of lust throughout her body, straight to her deepest center, making her ache for more. In her secret fantasies she'd love to watch Mulder's mouth descend on the tip of her breast, licking it with languid strokes. Then he'd take her nipple in his mouth, suckling and devouring it. But as much as she missed the touch and the caress of a man, there would never be anyone else. It just had to be Mulder's hands touching her, caressing and fondling her. She couldn't deny it anymore. Her heart and her body longed for Mulder. If she couldn't have him, she'd rather do without. She knew that when she made love she wanted to surrender completely, no holding back, no control, no shame and insecurity. She wanted to lose herself completely in this man, in his love, his passion and fierceness. She remembered the disaster when she had given in to her raging needs. It had been a similar situation. She'd been mad at Mulder, frantic and desperate, and she'd just wanted to let go and get rid of the tension. But she hadn't been able to go through with it. When she'd opened her eyes and seen Ed's face,she'd known it wasn't right. She'd wanted him to be Mulder. She'd wanted Mulder so badly. And suddenly all her excitement had been gone. She hadn't been able to bear Ed's touch anymore. She'd wanted his hands off of her immediately. She'd asked him to stop and slipped out of his embrace, covering her body with his shirt. Ed had really tried to understand her. And in the end, he'd admitted that he was thinking of his ex-wife too. Scully had slept restlessly in his bed, tormented by disturbing dreams. Stepping into the showerstall she shoved those memories back into her subconscious. She was standing under the lukewarm waterspray, and it seemed to her that she could feel every single drop running down her body. Closing her eyes, she leaned into the cool surface of the wall and enjoyed this feeling for a while. She dropped a dollop of shampoo in her hand and started to wash her hair. With soft and lazy fingers she massaged her scalp and a soft moan of comfort escaped her. She grabbed the showerlotion and began to spread the fragrant soap all over her body. Her hands rubbed gently over her arms and shoulders and ran down her neck to her bosom. She could barely stand the touch. The skin of her breasts was so sensitive she couldn't restrain a groan. She squeezed them and let her thumbs roll over her nipples. Immediately she felt her abdomen respond to her ministrations. She pressed her thighs together, and her hips began to rotate slowly, kneading the soft flesh between her legs. This was so good! Her right hand trailed down her belly. She spread her legs and let her fingers part the delicate folds. Her center was already dripping with juices, and she slipped her middle finger into her hot heat. Instantly, she felt the walls contracting around her finger and she added her forefinger. Skillfully, she flicked them over the hidden spot deep inside her... which always sent jolts of ecstasy through her body. Thrusting her hips forward, she let her fingers slip in and out. When her thumb stroked over her clit her knees almost gave out and she had to steady herself against the wall with her left arm. She buried her fingers deep inside her core and moved them in and out in slow thrusts, her thumb always sliding over her erect, hard clit. After a short time she couldn't hold back. She had to increase the speed, and the thrusts became frantic. She arched her hips forward with every stroke. Her breath came in short gasps, and she knew it wouldn't take her long to orgasm. Nooo, too fast! She'd wanted to take this slow! She struggled for control, and with a last deep thrust, she removed her hand from her core. Shuddering and shaking, she stepped under the waterspray and rinsed away the rest of the shampoo and the soap, and tried to calm down. She turned off the water and dryed her hair and skin carefully. Grabbing her favorite,vanilla-scented bodylotion, she blew out the candles and entered her bedroom. End of part three XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO Full Moon (4 of 6) by Xbri@gmx.net see part one for disclaimer Mulder was still sound asleep in Scully's bedroom. Although he usually had trouble sleeping, this failed case, the heat, and his fight with Scully had been exhausting. He didn't even notice her arrival. He was dreaming, but for once it wasn't one of his awful nightmares that usually tortured him. In those dreams he always had to watch her die... injured, shot or stabbed by yet another psycho. He was never in time, and he was never able to do anything to save her. He could only take her in his arms, afraid of causing her even more pain. Knowing that it was too late, he would try to comfort her by whispering softly in her ear. Ignoring his own tears streaming down his face, soaking his shirt and mingling with Scully's blood. There was always so much blood. Holding her in his arms he would feel her going limp and then she would stop breathing. Usually he woke up then, desperate and with just one wish. He'd have to tell her how much he loved her, that he couldn't imagine life without her, and that she meant everything to him. After one of those dreams he always had to call her. It was often late at night and he knew he'd be waking her. But he just had to make sure that she was safe... and he just had to hear her voice. Scully knew about his sleep disorder and she never had complained about the late night calls. Sometimes she tried to make him talk about it, but how could he? She knew, of course, that he cared for her. They loved each other and there was a unique bond that everybody else could see. But they never dared talk about it, both afraid of what might be revealed. This time it was a good dream. One of those he always wished for when he drifted away in his slumber. Lately, they were happening more and more. Maybe the growing tension between them was one of the causing factors. After a fight like the one they had today, he wasn't only furious, but often he found himself painfully aroused. When he was in this condition he just had to get away from her because it was impossible to hide his obvious arousal. After all the years of celibacy, he was fairly expert at getting rid of this kind of tension. But it was only an insufficient substitute... and sometimes even that wasn't enough anymore. His subconcious, working up his tension and arousal, now came up with a fantasy full of passion and fierceness... They were on a flight home from some case. Scully was sitting right beside him reading the report they'd finished just before they'd left for the airport. He liked traveling by plane because he could be close to her without being suspected of invading her personal space on purpose. He just needed to lean over a little bit and he was able to feel the heat radiating from her body. How did she manage, after a day of working hard, to still smell so good? He loved this familiar Scully-scent. He turned his head a bit and inhaled deeply. There was the aroma of her shampoo and something like vanilla.. unique and unmistakable. He was certain that he'd know her only by her scent, even in the darkest night. Mulder closed his eyes and took another deep breath. But what was this? There was a delicate fragrance that he had never preceived before. Carefully he sniffed once more. No, this couldn't be possible. He remembered this scent. Although it had been quite some time since he'd breathed it in. No doubt this was the most seductive perfume he could ever imagine. It was the scent of an aroused woman. He opened his eyes in shock. Scully had turned her head and was staring at him. He could have drowned in her turquoise- blue eyes, now sparkling dark and dangerous. Her cheeks were rosy. Lingering his glance down her neck he saw red flushes on her skin. Through the soft fabric of her blouse he noticed her hardened nipples. Scully started to wiggle in her seat and the hem of her skirt worked it's way up. Mulder had to swallow hard. He felt all his blood rush to his groin. Helplessly, he tried to hide the growing bulge in his trousers. Scully's eyes wandered down his torso to his lap. She seemed to be pleased by his reaction to her, and a tiny smile suddenly brightened her face. Mulder watched in fascination when she sucked in her luscious lower lip and softly nibbled on it. As if to soothe the irritation, she let her tongue slide over it. Forgetting about the surroundings, Mulder crushed her against him and lowered his mouth to hers. It was no soft, nice and romantic kiss. He devoured her mouth fiercely. He lapped at her lips and desperately begged for entrance. Willingly she granted it and his tongue probed and tasted her mouth. Impetuously he plundered her sweet mouth and his tongue incessantly pushed in and out mimicking the act of coupling. At last they had to come up for some air. Out of breath, they looked at each other. They were completely oblivious to their surroundings. Scully squirmed in her seat to get closer to him, and she wildly took possession of his mouth again. She suckled and nibbled on his lower lip, refusing to let him go. He heard her moan deep in her throat and this sound sent jolts to his already aching hardness. Scully was moaning...caused by his ministrations. Not even in his most secret fantasies had he dared to imagine this scenario. To hear the soft sounds of her arousal was turning him on tremendously. But all of a sudden Scully's picture began to fade away... and he realized that he was dreaming. No! Not again! Why did he always have to wake up? He'd do anything to drift back again to that wonderful place. Lingering in his dogsleep, he noticed that he wasn't at home on his couch, and that he still could smell this sweet, unforgettable Scully-scent. He could even hear a stifled groan. Confused, he blinked his eyes and opened them. Oh, shit! Now he remembered it all... the case, their fight, Scully's running away and his invading her apartment some hours ago. He'd fallen asleep in her bedroom and he was still sitting in the corner, in her armchair... with a raging hard on. The pale light of the moon falling through the windows allowed him to scan the room. Oh Jesus, this couldn't be true! What had he done again? He felt waves of panic rush over him, and cautiously he tried to breathe deeply to fight the urge to run. This time she'd shoot to kill. He just knew it wouldn't be enough for her to just hurt him. Of all his follies, this certainly was a masterpiece. How could he get out of this room without her perceiving his presence? What was he going to do? Scully was standing in front of her mirror, bathed in the silver glance of the moonlight. She was nude and she was so beautiful. Motionless, she was lost in her reflected image. She resembled a goddess absorbed in her thoughts. Her eyes wandered down from her sweet face to her breasts, and farther down her body to the auburn thatch between her legs. When she pressed her thighs together, her hips made small circles and a soft noise escaped her throat. Mulder was paralyzed. This was the same sound that Scully had uttered in his exciting dream just a moment ago. He had to watch helplessly as Scully opened the flask of lotion and started to spread it all over her body. Then she put the lotion on the dresser, and her hands began to gently rub her skin, her eyes never leaving her image in the mirror. Her delicate fingers followed the way from her shoulders to her collarbone and slowly slid down to her breasts. She circled them with just her fingertips. Mulder felt his mouth go dry. He had often fantasized about her, wondering what she'd look like. He'd always believed she had to be beautiful. He'd even seen her naked before, but never like this. Now he was carried away by the sight of her perfect body. Her soft skin shimmered like alabaster. Her breasts were firm and round, just as he always had dreamt... a perfect handful to be cupped by his hands. To see the rosy peaks and the hardened nipples and not be allowed to touch and taste them almost killed him. With a whimper, Scully put her hands on her breasts and began to squeeze. She kneaded them and pushed them together. At the same time her hips started to rotate even more. She pinched her nipples, rolled them between her fingers and flicked over them with the tip of her forefingers. She was panting and gasping incessantly now. "Oh, God... " He heard her moan. "So good, so gooood!" Mulder couldn't take much more of this. His cock was aching and twitching, and he couldn't help touching himself. His hips jerked up and he was afraid he might come right then. It took all his strength to stifle the treacherous groan that nearly suffocated him. Scully's right hand crept down her belly in lazy circles and finally disappeared in the slicked crevice between her legs. She was quivering as her fingers slid in and out of her engorged folds. Her hand was soaked with delicious juices and Mulder had to swallow hard. She spread her legs even more so she was able to bury two fingers deep inside her core. Her hand started to move in slow thrusts, and with every push she ground her hips forward so that her thumb touched her clitoris. Scully closed her eyes and let her head drop back. "Please." She whimpered. " Please...make me come...oh please...I need it, I need this so bad." Now the speed of her thrusting hand increased and her movements got frantic. She pounded her hand desperately against her curly mound and buried her fingers as deep as possible. Her voice was hoarse. " Yesss...right there...more, give me more. Oh Mulder, please help me...need you...I need you so much. Help me." Mulder was shocked. Did she really call his name, or did his dirty fantasy tease him mercilessly? Her pleading almost made his heart break. All he wanted to do was grab her and give her the release she craved. "Mulder, now...take me...take me hard. I want you ...oh I really need you...oh Jesus, Mulder I love you, love you...love you." That was it! Mulder jumped up from the chair and crossed the room in a few strides. He spun her around and crushed her in his arms. He clutched her to his body and devoured her mouth. He felt her body going rigid in his arms. She was struggling to get away from him, but he wouldn't let her go. "Shhh...Scully, shhh... it's me. It's just me." he hoarsly whispered in her ear. "Don't be afraid. You're so beautiful. If only you could see, how amazing you are." "Mulder...wha." "Don't talk, Scully, don't talk. I won't hurt you. Trust me. Please...you know you can trust me. Don't you?" His soothing voice, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, sent shivers through her body. Lulled by his soft words, she surrendered and relaxed in his arms. Mulder began to nibble on her ear. His tongue lapped on her earlobe, and he put tiny kisses all over her delicate neck. With a whimper, she bent her head back and released her sensitive throat to his teasing mouth. Mulder couldn't resist. Licking and tasting her sweet, soft skin, his tongue slid all the way up until he took possession of her lips. He just had to probe her mouth. He was nipping and suckling on her lips, and his tongue entered her demandingly. Mulder was completely overwhelmed by her sweet taste. He could have spent hours and hours exploring the texture of her perfect teeth and the soft flesh of her cheeks. Their tongues were dueling and searching in passionate strokes. Scully pressed her nude body against his and he could feel her hadened nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. She was squirming in his arms now and grinding her belly against his erection. This had to stop immediately or he was going to lose it. "Scully...Scully," He moaned in her mouth. "Let me be here for you...let me help you... oh, you're so hot... let me pleasure you." He lifted her up, tossed her onto the dresser and fell to his knees. Decidedly he spread her legs with his hands and settled her thighs onto his shoulders. He had to be in heaven. Her swollen folds were glistening, sweet juices were pooling at her core and he could smell her arousal. Softly he blew over her erect clitoris, and when she whimpered desperately, he went down on her. He grabbed her ass with his hands to steady her and stuck his tongue deep inside her. Scully cried out as his tongue entered her. She arched her hips forward and leaned back against the wall. In a steady rhythm, Mulder thrust in and out. Scully was thrashing her head from side to side, and urged him on with her pleading voice. "Yes...don't stop...oh yes,yes,yes...please, Mulder don't stop, don't stop...make me come...ohhh. I wanna come." She had lost herself completely in passion, and he knew that she was close. He didn't want it to be over so fast and he pulled back. "Noooo...don't. Don't stop" She cried out in disappointment, and she tried to urge him back to his task. "Easy... Scully, easy. I won't let you down. Be brave." He tried to soothe her when he heard her whimper softly. Scully nearly jumped up when his tongue delicately slid over her hyper-sensitive folds. With long, featherlight strokes he licked her up and down her throbbing hot sex. Scully began to calm down a bit, although she was still breathing heavily. Now he took the time to look at her. She was gorgeous. Her hair was curled, and little drops of sweat were slowly running down her neck and finding their way between her breasts. Her upper lip was covered with tiny beads of sweat. Again and again her tongue would flick over her swollen, red lips. Mulder wanted nothing more than to crush those marvelous lips against his and bury himself deep inside of her. But this was just about her, he reminded himself. One last long stroke, and Mulder started to work her again. He circled her clit, lapping and nibbling on it until Scully was panting again. With one swift jab, he buried his middle finger deep into her aching core and Scully screamed. After some slow thrusts, he added his forefinger and started to increase the pace. He took her clit in his mouth, circling her nub with his tongue and suckled mercilessly on it. Now he wanted to toss her over the edge. He wanted to make her come so hard she would never be able to forget this night. Relentlessly, he pushed his fingers inside, while his mouth was busy with her most sensitive flesh. Scully was lost. She jerked her hips upwards to get more of his mouth. He pumped his fingers inside her frantically and sucked her clit hard. "Mul...Mulderrrr...I ...I can't...can't stand it anymore...pleeeease...I'm ...I'm dying.Mulder!" Mulder felt the walls of her hot, slick center constrict around his fingers, and with a hard thrust he pushed her over the edge. Screaming his name, Scully lost herself completely in her orgasm. She felt herself lift off for a place she never had been before. Her body exploded in waves of lust. It started in her belly and spread all over her. She was shaking and quivering. Tears were streaming down her face. Mulder gently stroked her contracting inner walls and licked her pulsating folds to prolong her ecstasy. Eventually, Scully came back to herself. Mulder got up on his feet, cradled her in his arms and carried her to her bed. Gently, he laid her down and sat down beside her. With trembling hands, he softly wiped away her tears. "You're so beautiful, Scully." End of part four XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO Full Moon (5 of 6) by Xbri@gmx.net see part one for disclaimer Scully was lying on her bed, struggling for control and taking deep breaths to fill her lungs with oxygen. Her body was still glowing and shivering. Tiny tremors were running through her, rising from deep inside her belly and spreading all over her. She was oblivious to her tears. Maybe the release of this terrible tension that had bothered her for days had made them flow. Like a thunderstorm that cleans the heavy air with its lightning, the thunder and the rain... rain which washes away the dust and the dirt. Maybe they were even tears of joy. Joy you can feel when someone is holding you in his arms. When you hear his voice whispering words of tenderness and comfort. Taking away all your fears, sorrows and insecurities, so that you can finally let go. When soft hands are worshipping your body, touching you all over and make you feel alive. Joy that it was him, who made her feel like that. Who had made her lose control as no other man had been able to before. She felt Mulder's hands softly cradling her face. His fingers tenderly brushed over her cheeks to dry her tears. He played with strands of her hair which framed her flushed face. Opening her eyes, she realized that she was spread on her bed, stark naked, and Mulder was sitting next to her. He was looking at her with astonishment and admiration. His eyes were dark, almost black with arousal. Suddenly she struggled to get away from him. As good and as right as this felt, she had to have some answers. She got up >from her bed to get a T-shirt from her dresser. The dresser.'No', she warned herself, 'Don't think about it. Just take something out of the drawer and put it on with as much dignity as possible.' "Mulder, how dare you? How could you invade my privacy like this? How could you take advantage of me? What are you doing here?" Without paying attention she just drew out the first article of clothing she had in her hands and pulled it over her head. She sat down on the end of the bed making sure there was enough space between them. She was wearing a grey T- shirt of Mulder's that he once had forgotten in his hotel room after one of their latest cases. Without thinking, she'd stuffed it into her overnight bag, intending to give it back to him as soon as they'd returned home. But when she'd gotten home, and had unpacked her bag, she couldn't resist, and had to put it on. She had been wrapped up tightly in his confident and reassuring scent still clinging to the fabric. Whenever she'd felt insecure, disappointed and left behind, something that happened quite frequently since Diana had turned up, she had found comfort and confidence wearing his T-shirt. Mulder sitting opposite to her had a smug smile on his face. "Nice T-shirt Scully. I used to have one like that. I'm wondering where I've left mine." "Oh no, I don't want you to make fun of what happened here. Whenever you're not willing to talk, you try to hide behind one of your jokes or an innuendo. Don't think that I haven't noticed the way to try to distract me. Please, stop it now. I want us to talk. We need to talk. And don't give me that look, or I swear you'll regret it." She looked at him and almost was tempted to have mercy upon him. He really had to be suffering, but he tried to hide it. Nevertheless, she could see the impressive bulge in his lap, pressing against the fabric of his jeans and tempting her to cup it. She swallowed hard to repress the urge to lick her lips. She was wondering what it would be like to touch him, to taste him. To explore his body with her fingertips, tantalizing him with tiny, featherlight brushes. To drive him absolutely crazy and hear him moan in ecstasy. When she faced him, he was really pushing his luck. He just had to try his pout on her again, and now he had to pay. Suddenly it wasn't important anymore to talk. She didn't wanted to know why he was here. He was here with her, sitting on her bed, looking at her. His eyes filled with desire and lust. That was all that counted in this moment. She got up on her knees in one swift move. Before he even knew what had hit him, she had knocked him down on his back, his arms pinned to the bed with her hands. She straddled his hips, and looked down at him insidiously. Mulder's eyes were open wide and he was surprised by her attack. She pressed her crotch down on his hardened length and rocked against him. The contact with the rough material of his jeans made her squirm and she could feel the tickling of her reawakening arousal. Mulder groaned deep in his throat and threw his head back onto the pillow. "You've had your chance. Don't pretend I didn't warn you. Now it's too late. Time for payback, Mulder." Provokingly slow, she lowered her full lips and started to lap the curving flesh of his mouth. She let her tongue trail >from one corner of his mouth to the other, exploring the texture, the feeling and the taste of his lips. With growing eagerness, she suckled and nibbled on his luscious lower lip... as she always had dreamed of. Overwhelmed by the intensity of this sensation, she claimed his mouth and urgently begged for entrance. Their tongues were searching and duelling, tasting and exploring. She flicked her tongue along his teeth to learn their shape and their feel, and probed the roof of his mouth. She sucked his tongue into her mouth as far as possible and began to suckle steadily. Eventually, they had to come up for air and they both were breathing heavily. She traced his face with her nose and placed tiny kisses all over. Mulder was spread under her, motionless except the heavy lifting and sinking of his chest. His eyes were closed. His head was bowed back, baring his sensitive throat to her. She just couldn't help taking advantage of this position he was in. Kissing and licking her way down from his stubbly cheeks, along his jaw line and his chin, following the sensitive skin of his neck. She swirled her tongue over his Adam's apple. Suckling and nibbling on it, she elicited a low groan. "I think you're a bit overdressed for this occasion." she murmured in his ear and fumbled to unbutton his shirt with a teasing smile. She wrestled his shirt off and carelessly threw it on the floor. Mulder uttered a moan when she sat back on his lap, lowering herself onto his aching erection. She pulled her T- shirt over her head in an agonizing slow motion. Mulder was watching her every move with eyes sparkling and dark with arousal. It almost killed him to lie still when his body felt so desperate to jerk upwards against her. He could feel her burning heat pressing against his hardness. Even through the thick fabric of his jeans, he could sense her wet flesh soaking his crotch with her pooling juices. Thinking of her delicious sweetness he just had tasted, he had to swallow hard. It had always been one of his favorite fantasies to go down on her and to make her lose control completely. To see her thrashing and screaming under the assault of his hands and his mouth had surpassed all his imagination. Scully let her hands roam over his broad, wellbuilt chest. With the tips of her fingers she traced his collarbones, squeezed his strong shoulders and brushed over his muscular arms to finally tangle her fingers with his. She lowered herself so that the peaks of her breasts lightly touched the skin of his chest. Tracing his torso with her sensitive nipples, she felt them harden instantly. Circling and caressing, she slowly crept higher and higher until her right breast was hovering over Mulder's mouth. With a whimper, he opened his lips. His tongue jerked up and started to lave her nipple. Skillfully, he flicked his tongue over her rosy nub, lapping and probing, tasting her. He opened his mouth and suckled vigorously to take in as much as possible. After a while, he devoted the same attention to her left breast. He was completely absorbed in his task, and Scully enjoyed watching Mulder suckling and nibbling as if he wanted to eat her up. Her body was humming, and tiny waves of lust were running from the tips of her breasts straight to her core. Mulder was panting as he desperately rocked his hips up into her softness. With some regret Scully withdrew, ignoring Mulder's pleading sounds. "It's my turn now, Mulder." And with a sigh, she placed a soft kiss on his right shoulder. Laving and tasting, she slid down his chest to eventually focus on his nipple. With the tip of her tongue she tickled and circled the tiny button, while her hand slid back over his arm to his left nipple to roll and squeeze it beneath her fingers. Then Mulder got really frenzied, and he arched his hips up forcefully. Carefully she slid down until she was sitting on his thighs. Her hands roamed down his torso, tracing every single bow of his rips with her fingertips. Following the muscles of his stomach, she slid over the waistband of his jeans, where her hand stopped, hovering just for a moment over his bulge. She heard him take a deep breath when she cuped him through the rough fabric. "Scully.are you trying to kill me here?" he asked with a low, husky voice. Smiling seductively, she fumbled with the buttons at his fly and went about opening them one by one in a tormentingly slow pace. "I could really use some help here, Mulder." Together they wiggled, drew and tore until the floor was scattered with his remaining clothes and his shoes. Scully was sitting back on her heels, taking her time looking him over. He was gorgeous. His short hair was ruffled and beads of perspiration dotted his forehead. He was breathing in short gasps, and his whole body was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Scully's eyes were roaming over his well-defined body, languorously stretched on her bed. So many times she had pictured him like that. Aroused and waiting for her to give him relief. His long, thick shaft was throbbing and twitching. Blue veins were pulsating, and she glimpsed a small drop of fluid appearing. Scully came to her knees. Unconscously licking her lips, she crawled down to his lap, so that he could feel her breath blowing over his erection. She just had to taste him. With a sigh, she opened her mouth and her lips closed around the tip of his cock. She lowered her head and took him deep in her mouth, suckling hard and rhythmically. Her mouth bobbed up and down, pumping him until he was shaking. "Ssscullyy...oh God." he moaned, and it took him a hell of reserve to prevent from thrusting his hips up. She let him slid out and began to lick over his length. She flicked and swirled her tongue over the soft skin of the tip, which provoked a shiver running through his body. Gently her teeth nibbled and scraped at his flesh. After granting him some time to calm down, she resumed her ministrations and took him deep into her throat as if she wanted to swallow him. She moved her mouth up and down, suckling and squeezing. Mulder was thrashing his head from side to side muttering incoherently, his hands were clawing the sheets. "Jesusss...so goood. Oh God, please... Scu...Scully...please." Suddenly he tensed and his hands framed her face trying to stop her. "Scully, nooo...stop it...uhh...I'm...please...you...have to stop...gonna." Scully deliberately let go of him with one last stroke and faced him. He looked at her with delight and admiration. "Do you...you know what you're doing to me?" he panted. "I... can't stand it any longer. As much as I liked it, it isn't what I wanted it to be for our first time." "Uh oh, you were thinking about our first time, Mulder?" "Among other things." he admitted grinning sheepishly."I'll tell you about it later." "I'm counting on it," she answered, and crawled up his body. Straddling him again, she kissed him vigorously. Scully devored his mouth hungrily. She worked him with her swollen lips, her teeth were biting and nibbling and her tongue was dipping in and out feverishly. When her hot, burning center touched his waiting cock, they moaned in unison. She tilted her pelvis and spread her thighs a bit farther so that the tip of his thick, hard shaft was sliding along her engorged folds. With every move down his cock, he was pushing at her clit, and this was slowly driving her crazy. "You feel so good, Mulder...so goood." Mulder's hands were seizing her hips in a deadly hold. With each of her thrusts, his hips arched up. His eyes were shut. His body was shivering and glistening. "Open your eyes, Mulder. Please, look at me." When their eyes locked, Scully deliberately lowered herself on his cock and welcomed him in her melting heat. Carried away by the overwhelming feeling of their joining, they were both still for a moment. Completely absorbed in the other's eyes, they now were able to see into each others souls. All at once, the love they'd always tried to hide was obvious, and their deepest feelings, fears and truths were laying open and bared. Scully felt her heart growing wide and waves of love and joy surged through her body. With a wicked smile, she suddenly contracted her inner walls ardently, and squeezed his pulsating cock again and again. With a hoarse cry Mulder lifted her up and flipped her over. She found herself on her back, legs spread wide and Mulder kneeling between them. He pushed her legs up, her knees were almost touching her shoulders, and with one hard thrust he buried himself into her. Now he was lost, and there was no way to hold him back. Grunting and moaning her name over and over, he slamed his aching stiffness into her with almost uncontrollable strokes. "Scully, can't...wait...any longer. Have to... come...aahhh...mine...you're mine...all mine." Scully never had been taken like that. With each thrust, his cock was pushing against her cervix, rubbing and sliding over the hidden spot in her folds, sending jolts of lust >from her humming center to every cell of her body. He pounded into her with increasing speed and urged her on with a pleading voice. Scully propped her feet against his chest and met his every thrust with eagerness. "Mulder, oh God oh...I...I'm so close.I'm gonna ..." "Yes, oh yessss...come...come for me,Scully. Let go...just let go." His hand slid down between their unleashed bodies. He smoothed over the slicked folds and swiftly circled her swollen nubbin with his forefinger. Scully's body tensed, she fervently arched her back and lost it. Sobbing his name, she fell over the edge. Her vaginal muscles, wrapped around him, constricted forcefully, pulling and milking him. His body went rigid. He threw his head back and jerking down hard, he was spilling into her. "Scully...Scully...Scullyeee." End of part five XOXOXOXXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO Full Moon by Xbri@gmx.net see part one for disclaimer Spent and panting, he lowered them down carefully on their sides, laying face to face. Their bodies still joined, he wrapped her up in his embrace. He held her close, as if he'd never let her go. Slowly, they were coming back. Their heartbeats steadied and their breathing got calmer. They looked at each other openly. All the emotions lay bared between them... there was no reason to hide anymore. Scully snuggled up and bedded her head on his upper arm. Mulder spread tiny kisses on her forehead, and his fingers tenderly traced small circles on her back. A soft smile was playing on her lips. The full moon was casting its silver light through the windows of her bedroom. "Mulder?" "Mhh?" "Now tell me, I'd like to know what you're doing here." "Uh oh. I thought that was pretty obvious. If not, I've certainly done something wrong. Let me try again?" He grinned at her, his eyes sparkling. Scully chuckled and smacked him on his butt. "Promises, promises." Mulder rolled over on his back, pulling her with him. A sigh escaped Scully's lips when she felt him slip out of her. She nestled herself against his body, and rested her head on his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, she playfully smoothed her fingers over his arm and his chest. Her body was still humming, as she enjoyed the familiarity and the bonding between them. Never before had she allowed herself to lose control like that. To completely surrender to a man was a matter of trust and love for her. From the very first day she had met him, she knew Mulder could be that man. From the very beginning, she'd felt some kind of sexual tension bubbling between them. But over the course of time, the original attraction and curiosity had changed to what they now shared. A relationship built on trust, mutual respect, friendship and love. His low voice brought her back from her musing. "Scully? Still with me?" "Hmm... still here," she murmured and nuzzled her nose in his chest hair. "Actually, I came here to apologize. I was waiting for you here in your bedroom, and I think I must have fallen asleep sitting in your chair. Next thing I can remember was you, standing in front of the mirror, bathed in moonlight and..." "Oh please, don't remind me," she moaned and hid her face in his armpit. Mulder softly framed her face with his hands and made her look at him. "Don't be ashamed, never with me. You were so beautiful, Scully. You looked like a Goddess. I'll never be able to forget that moment. It was so erotic to watch you. When she doubtfully looked at him, a smile covered his face and he asked her. "Do you know, Scully, how often I've fantasized about you, about this?" Shaking her head, she wiggled her eybrow in astonishment. She smiled at him and waited for him to tell her more about his fantasies. "Remember our first case, in Oregon? I knew from the very first moment I saw you that I'd fall for you. I tried to resist, but when you came running to me that night to show me those marks, I was utterly lost. All I wanted to do was to trace the delicate, soft skin of your neck with my tongue, so I'd learn how you'd taste." Scully shuddered and she felt her skin tingling. So much time. They'd spent seven years craving each other, hiding their emotions and their longing. "I wanted to touch you so badly, Scully. But you had come to me asking for help, and I just couldn't take advantage of you. I've never been able to forget about it. The memory is burnt into my mind, and has haunted me day and night ever since. Scully ruffled his hair, and playfully placed a wet kiss on his lips. "Sometimes, I almost couldn't wait to get away from you and go home. I just couldn't stand it anymore. It was sheer torture to smell your lovely scent, to hear your voice, to feel your body near mine, and not be allowed to touch, much less, taste you. On these days, I would come home and fling myself on the couch, thinking of you and touching myself... your scent still lingering around me." Mulder heard her gasp for air, a soft moan escaping her throat. He enjoyed turning her on with only his words, and he went on murmuring in a low voice. "I've never been able to stop myself from thinking about you. Sometimes, when I fantasized about you, I imagined making love to you, slow and easy. Seducing you, worshipping your body with my hands, my mouth, my tongue. I'd drive you crazy until you begged me to take you and give you release. You'd be laying on your back, your legs wide open, inviting me to enter you. My cock would sink into your dripping heat, and we'd start moving, carefully, increasing the speed until, finally, we tumbled over the edge." "Mulder." "Sometimes, I didn't want to take it slow. Most of all, when I'd been upset with you. When you'd driven me crazy with your stubborness. I was so excited and aroused, I just wanted to make you mine. I almost couldn't keep myself from assaulting you... no matter where or when. I imagined hovering over you, ignoring your resolute expression, your arms crossed in front of your chest. Profitting of my height, I'd shove you against the wall in our office. Devouring your mouth, I'd deftly remove your skirt, the pantyhose and your undies. I'd lift you up and impale you on my raging cock... and fuck you so hard, until you screamed." With a hoarse cry, Scully climbed over him, spread her thighs and lowered herself down on his hardened length, in one swift move. "Are you coming on to me, Scully?" he chuckled. "Mulder, shut up and fuck me." Mulder jerked his hips upwards and started to thrust in a fierce rhythm. Scully met his strokes, and rode him with fieriness. Almost losing her balance, she gripped the headboard of the bed to steady herself. "Give me more, Mulder, please." Her right hand let go of the headboard and slipped down between her thighs to stroke and circle her throbbing bundle of nerves. Mulder watched her with enthusiasm. Strands of her auburn hair were covering her face, beads of perspiration on her skin were glittering in the moonlight and her breasts were jiggling up and down. "Oh God, Scully, you're so beautiful." He ground his hips up and up, afraid he'd split her in two, until he felt her muscles, wrapped around his cock, contracting and spasming. Scully's head dropped back, her body arched and she lost it. With a few more strokes, Mulder followed her into oblivion. Scully collapsed onto him, and was welcomed and enfolded by his arms. Still out of breath, she rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowing down. Oh, she'd like to spend the rest of her days wrapped up in his loving embrace. She'd take all the time in the world becoming acquainted with his body. Thoroughly, she'd explore him with all her senses. Her eyes, roaming all over his body. Her ears, listening to every sound that escaped his throat. Her fingertips, trailing over his skin, feeling the smootheness and the unevenness, like a blind woman reading braille. Her nose, breathing in his unique scent of sandalwood and spice. Her tongue, laving, suckling and tasting him, unable to miss the tiniest part of his body. Scully felt her eyelids dropping. As hard as she tried to fight it, the turmoil of the last days claimed its tribute. Blinking, she tried to banish the slumber that was overwhelming her, as she glimpsed the moon still shining trough the windows. A soft smile was playing on her lips. Drifting into a blissful sleep, enfolded in his caring and loving embrace she whispered, "The moon, Mulder, it was the moon." "Shhh, Scully, go to sleep," he murmured in her hair, and kissed her softly. Carefully, he angled for the blanket and covered them lightly. Holding her close and floating in the wonderful scent of their lovemaking, he drifted into sleep. "I love you, Scully," he confessed in a gentle whisper. "Love you too." End I hope you enjoyed the story. Please let me know what you think Xbri@gmx.net