(Same disclaimer as Part I)

JUST FRIENDS  (4b/4b)
by Gerry Hill (GHill52695@aol.com)

Part IV-b  (THIS PART RATED NC-17 FOR SEXUAL DESCRIPTIONS)

By the time they got settled in their rooms and Mulder had changed
to his soft, much-laundered old sweats, the meals they had ordered
were delivered.  Mulder joined Scully in her room where the food
was set out on the table near the window.

They ate in comfortable silence, passing salt and extra bread rolls
by virtue of raised eyebrows or glances.  Nearly finished, Mulder
gave Scully what he imagined was a smoldering, sexy look, and
murmured, "Could you help me with the ointment after we're done
eating?"

He was a little taken aback when she laughed out loud, nearly
choking on a bite of salad.  She quickly took a drink of water,
still snickering.  At his look of dismay, she finally managed to
say, "Oh, Mulder, I wondered how long it was going to take you to
try something."  She wiped her eyes.  "It took a little longer than
I had expected."

His injured air was just making her chuckle, so he gave up and
grinned back.

Then Scully ducked her head and stared at her plate, a frown line
on her forehead.  When she raised her eyes again to gaze at Mulder,
she was deadly serious.

"What we've had between us, Mulder, for the past several years, I
don't want to lose.  Just because we can't control our hormones and
give in to scratching this itch we've developed, everything might
be lost:  Our friendship, our partnership.  And to be honest, I
want more than sexual gratification.  I want a family, a husband,
a home.  And you're not ready for that, Mulder."

Surprise, then concern were replaced by anger.  Mulder jerked to
his feet and leaned over the small table to grate, "You don't know
what the fuck I want, Scully.  And I don't particularly care that
you seem to be deciding it for me."  He straightened to his full
height and added, "You began this, and now that we're both wanting
it, you're backing off.  It doesn't work that way."

They glared at each other for a long minute before Mulder sat back
down, reached out, and covered her hand with his.

His tone softening, he said, "Things have already changed between
us, Scully.  There's a whole new level of our relationship that has
surfaced, and it's not going to just disappear because it isn't
convenient or perfect or part of an overall plan."

Scully's lower lip quivered and Mulder's heart gave a tug.  But he
forced himself not to react outwardly; to remain calm and wait for
her response.  He was deathly afraid of the next few minutes.  If
he couldn't convince her of the rightness of their love with logic
that made sense to Scully, he was lost.  Literally.

She sighed, collecting her emotions, and asked, "Do you want...do
you want to have children with me?"

"Yes."

She waited for more, but he kept silent, letting her lead this at
her own pace.

"Would you quit the Bureau and marry me?"

"Without giving it a second thought."

Scully frowned at that.  "What about searching for Samantha and
making the bastards pay who killed my sister and your father?"

"If it can only be a choice between you and the rest of it, I pick
you, Dana.  I love you."

She closed her eyes, seemingly trying to deal with this
development.

"I love you," she whispered.  "But I couldn't make you give up
everything you've believed in for me."  Her intense blue eyes
opened to his gaze, and she said, "We could work out a new
relationship and still continue with the Bureau for the time being,
couldn't we?"

His grin lit up the room.  He stood and moved next to her, pulling
her to her feet.

"Together, we can do anything.  Didn't you know that by now?"

"Oh, really?" she retorted.  "You can explain how that theory fits
in with our failure every month to submit our expense reports on
time?"

"I said *can* do anything; the potential is there, but we don't
always live up to it."

Scully moved closer to him and placed her hands on his chest. 
"What happens now?"

He murmured into her hair, "What do you want to happen?"

"You sound like a psychologist."

"That's because I *am* a psychologist."

"Well, I'm a doctor, and I say we slap some more of that ointment on
your sunburn.  You want to be healed so we can embark on this new
level of our relationship, don't you?"

He smiled.  "I like it that you're such a romantic, Scully."

Looking impishly up at him, she replied, "Then you'll like this,
Mulder."  She stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips, then stepped
back.  At least, she tried to step back, but his arms had tightened
around her and he was pulling her against his body.

His husky voice said, "When my sunburn is better, will you let me
make love to you?"

She nodded her head where it lay against his chest, feeling a rush
of warmth in her lower anatomy.

"Good.  I'm better."  He swept her up into his arms and carried her
to the bed.

After he put her down, he lost no time in slipping out of his
sweatshirt.  He hissed when it slid over his back, however, and
Scully didn't miss that.

"Mulder, your sunburn.  Doesn't it hurt too much for this?"

He sighed, and lay carefully next to her, propped on an elbow.  "I
had hoped that the worst of it would have faded by now."  He lay
down all the way, muttering a frustrated "Damn."

Scully sat up partially and looked down at his pouty mouth with
fondness.  She leaned over and pressed her lips against his, gently
exploring the delicious contours with her inquisitive tongue.

Mulder's eyes held a gleam as he began doing some exploring of his
own with his hands.  By the time Scully broke the kiss, her eyes
were glazed with passion and her breath came quicker.

"Maybe we could put the ointment on you and deaden the skin enough
for this to work."

He smiled and said, "I have a better idea.  Lie down."

He lay next to her, propped on one elbow, while his hand unbuttoned
and unzipped her jeans.  Then he slipped his hand inside to rest it
on her lower belly.  He leaned over to kiss her parted lips, then,
while his tongue began exploring her willing mouth, his hand
slipped lower until his fingers found her warm, moist center. 
Scully gasped into his mouth, incredibly aroused.

He began pushing two fingers deep inside her and gently moving them
in and out.  His other hand pushed her tee shirt up and found a 
soft lace-covered mound and he kneaded gently, brushing his thumb
across the nipple.  She was moaning almost continuously now.

Scully finally broke the kiss and gasped, "It's been too long,
Mulder...I'm...I'm almost there."

He smiled as he nuzzled her throat and whispered, "That's the
idea."  She felt his erection pushing hard against her thigh.

His mouth claimed hers again, his tongue thrusting in time with his
fingers moving in her vagina.  Mulder also began pushing against
her clitoris in an up-and-down motion with his thumb.  Scully gave
a shuddering intake of breath, then a quiet scream as her body
spasmed.

Arching her back and breaking free of his kiss, she wailed,
"Oh...oh...oh...Mulderrrrrr!!!  Her hips bore down on his hand and
he felt the waves of pleasure course through her.  His mouth sought
and possessed the nipple of one breast while her orgasm gradually
subsided.

A last shuddering sigh left Scully limp, and she turned her head to
see a lazy grin about five inches away.

"Mmmmm," was all she could manage.  After a minute she had
recovered enough to leave the bed over his objections and retrieve
the ointment.  When she returned, Mulder noticed the condom she
tossed on the bed, ready to hand, and commented, "Only one?" with
a grin.  She replied, "There's more where that came from; two
dozen, to be exact."  His eyes went out of focus, images
flashing through his brain of the many ways he could make use of
them.  "My doctor's kit has everything," she added.  Scully made
him remove his sweatpants and lie face down on the bed, trying not
to stare at his impressive erection.  He caught her at it, anyway,
and gave her a smug look.

After working the cream into his legs and amusing herself at how it
matted the hair, she worked her way up to his delectable butt.  She
spent a lot of effort massaging that area, and was rewarded with a
moan from time to time.

She soon finished his finely-sculpted back, moved on to the back of
his neck and arms, then told him to turn over.

His impish smile vied with his proudly standing erection for her
attention.

Her hands trembled just the tiniest bit as she began smoothing the
ointment onto the front of his legs and then his arms.  Finally,
she pulled her jeans off and straddled his legs to work on his
chest and abdomen.  As she rocked back and forth and ran her hands
over his muscles, his hands began mirroring her actions.  He
massaged her breasts under her shirt, moving downward until he was 
caressing her lower abdomen.  They were both to the point of
exploding if they didn't find relief. 

He pushed himself up and tugged her panties off her body.  Her
tee-shirt and bra quickly followed.  He had a sense of urgency
about him, and she could see why.  His erection was rock hard, as
she discovered when she reached out and wrapped her small hand
around it's throbbing girth, stroking the shaft with the remains of
the cream.  He murmured, "Better not do that, Scully.  I need to be
inside you or I'll lose it right here."

Scully reached for the condom and unwrapped it quickly.  "Are you
sure about this, Mulder?" she asked as she began rolling it onto
his penis.  "Does this hurt?"

He moaned and closed his eyes, then opened them and growled, "What
sunburn?"

Scully smiled and lay on her back as he knelt between her legs. 
She guided him to her throbbing entrance, where he paused for a
second.  With passion-filled eyes, he looked down at the half-
parted lips, perfect breasts, the loveliness of the body opened to
him and the trusting murmur he heard, "Now, Mulder, please.  I love
you so much."   He breathed, "I love you," as he slowly pushed into
her, assaulted by the sensations that overwhelmed him.

Scully wrapped her legs around his lower back, pulling him in
deeper as he thrust in quick, sure movements.  His hands went under
her smooth bottom and kneaded as he pumped into her.

Her cries of passion mounted in volume as he plunged harder and
faster into her hot, tight, wet body.  He pushed her knees up so
that he could move in closer and push farther, and pumping even
more rapidly.  She screamed his name as she came again, and he
exploded in her at the same time, unable to hold back a second
longer.  The orgasm seemed to go on forever and he was lost in the
excruciating sensations and feelings.

He gently held her body close to his as they gradually returned to
sanity, and nuzzled her throat with his nose.  Scully was finding
that he was a real cuddler, and often liked to use his nose to
nuzzle into her hair and neck.  She suspected that it reassured him
of her continued presence.  She noticed that his hand was lying
possessively on her breast and a leg was thrown over her legs,
almost as though he were afraid she would disappear if he let go.

After a few minutes, he removed the condom and tossed it toward the
waste basket, saying "Yes!" when he heard it go in.  He quickly
returned to the nuzzle position with a satisfied sigh.

"What were you saying about waiting to do this?" his muffled voice
asked.

Scully smiled and said, "I've been known to be wrong before,
Mulder."

"Never."

Still smiling, she commented, "You made an awfully quick recovery
from your sunburn."

He said, "Well, between you and the ointment, I was able to forget
my name, zip code and what planet I'm on, so forgetting about the
sunburn was no problem."

After a few minutes, he said, "Sorry that was so quick, but I
promise to take it slower next time."

She didn't answer, but turned into his embrace and began kissing
him on his closed eyes, his eyebrows, his nose, his cheeks, his
ears, and finally his lips, concentrating on the full lower part.

"Mmmmmm," he murmured.

Encouraged, she raised herself up enough to kiss his nipples and
chest, returning to his lips from time to time.  He moaned low in
his throat.  Further encouraged, she worked her way down his
abdomen, where she made an interesting discovery.

Looking up at his seemingly innocent face, she remarked, "You can't
possibly be interested again."

"Wanna bet?"  A flurry of movement ensued, and the guy next door
had to turn up the volume on his television to drown out the
unmistakable sounds he could hear coming through the not-so-thick
walls.  They lasted through the entire program and into the next
one, too.  Damn, they must have die-hard batteries.  Give it a
rest, he was thinking.

He didn't know they were making up for all the lost years.  It
couldn't happen in one night, but they sure could try.

THE END


(Same disclaimers as Part I)