That Afternoon

Mulder did not prove very helpful during the cleaning, but he left her with her concertos and let her work. She then heard the doorbell ring. "Mulder could you get that." she yelled.

Mulder never liked cleaning, his idea of it just putting things in stacks and find them when you need them, he could never like compulsive neatness or anyone who could, but he put up with Scully's cleaning since she just happened to be a total neatnick and this was her house. He heard he 'Mulder could you get that' and got up to answer the door.

"Oh, hi Mr. Mulder."

"Hi Daniel, come on in." he said as he ushered a young college student into the apartment.

"Who's this?" she asked. Both men startled by her appearance turned to look where the voice was coming from.

"Dana Scully, meet Daniel Cumberland." Mulder said.

"Hello, Miss Scully."

"Hi, Daniel nice to meet you." She said giving Mulder a look that he should explain himself to her.

Mulder catching her look then offered an explanation.

"Daniel here, goes to the college, we met through SCUFOS." Mulder said pointing his thumb toward Daniel.

"SCUFOS?" she asked wonder what Mulder had gotten himself into now.

"Yeah," answered Daniel. "SCUFOS stands for Student Committee on UFO Sightings, Mr. Mulder gave a talk last month and I came to invite him to our next meeting."

"What exactly does this club do?" Scully asked only mildly interested.

"Oh, we swap books, trade stories and do research on UFO's and what they could be, sometimes we have guest speakers who tell us about their UFO experiences or investigations going on. It's really a lot of fun and it can get a little crazy sometime too." Daniel said smiling.

That smile, Mulder knew was directed solely art Scully. He watched the exchange and for some reason a bubbling resentment he recognized as jealousy came and showed it ugly head. < Jealous?! > he thought, < Wait a minute this is Scully here, why should I be jealous? > Maybe it was the kisses they had shared that had given him this strong sense of possession over her, or maybe something else but there was no denying it was there.

"I can imagine." she said, knowing the voice was one of experience talking. "And Mulder is a member of this group?"

"Oh, no he's not a member, he's not a student."

"Oh." little by little, in jerky fits and starts her eyes started drifting towards Mulder who seemed to have no expression on his face at all.

"No, he gave a talk last month, on his work on the X-files and the things he's seen." Daniel the turned his attention back to Mulder. "You said you'd let me borrow one of those books that Ryvek wrote?"

"Sure." he said giving Scully a quick glance. "They're over here." He went into the bedroom to retrieve the book and came out to see Daniel and Scully in idle conversation. "They are in pretty good shape, so you don't have to worry about handling them, but the pages are starting to get brittle though." he said as he and handed the book to Daniel.

"You should really come to this meeting. We're having another speaker-Wilfed Bauer."

"Who is Wilfred Bauer?" Scully asked not recognizing the name.

"He is a renowned multiple abductee." Mulder explained.

"Thanks again for the book, Mr. Mulder, I'll take good care of it." Daniel said as he turned to leave. "Nice meeting you Miss Scully."

"Bye Daniel." she said as she walked him to the door. As she turned around she found Mulder leaning against the archway of her living room. He was a very attractive man, she found herself thinking irrelevantly. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, incredibly flat stomach, nice ass. She felt her mouth curve up slightly as she thought just how many of the men in the world had an ass as nice as her partner's, she knew he was good-looking, his underwear she'd seen on rare occasions didn't hide much and the jeans he wore now didn't hide much else.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, but he already had a pretty good idea. There was no mistaking the way her eyes trailed over him or the way they had darkened. And of course he was responding. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans hoping that by cutting of the circulation it would help calm him down a little.

"I think we should go to that SCUFOS meeting."

"Why?" < Damn he *was* going nuts > He didn't want he to think about this now. He wanted her to concentrate on him because as crazy it sounds he wanted her and why now after all this time was an utter mystery to him. He wanted to awaken the arousal and desire she had so long kept control over under that professional exterior. < Damn, I've got to get my priorities straight. >

"Because if we're both on the lookout, there might be something said at that meeting that will help us find this "Gravity Man" we're looking for."

"Sure we can go." he said forcing his mind at the problem at hand.

One week later

Scully awoke during the night with a heart slamming terror. Her room was dark as pitch and silent as a tomb. It was a dream she told herself trying to remain calm, just a dream. She got up to turn the light on to shake off the residual images of her dream, but before she found the switch she stumbled on the chair of her vanity and fell to the ground with a loud thud. < Damn. > she muttered under her breath, and stood up to turn on the switch. At that precise moment the door slammed open, she jumped in surprise at the unseen intruder and then recognized the familiar form of Fox Mulder in her doorway. He wore nothing except a pair of scandalously low skimpy, skin tight bikini briefs.

"Are you okay?" he roared holding his gun and checking the room.

"Mulder she managed his name, her eyes locked on the lower half of his anatomy. "Mulder, cover yourself."

"Huh?" he looked down at his lap and realized why she had said that. About the only thing she couldn't tell through those briefs was his exact coloring. What was worse he had become a little aroused by her nearness. "Sorry, I heard this thud and thought someone had gotten in here." he explained

"Oh,no that was just me being clumsy. Go back to bed Mulder." she said from underneath the blankets not wanting to talk mush more tonight.

Her voice emerged muffled from beneath the blankets, and just for a split second, Mulder hesitated, but the devil was in him tonight. Unexpected heat and desire for the woman he worked with for five years came up the surface and seemed to explode, it mad every nerve ending in his body sizzle like water on a hot grill.

The next thing Scully knew, one very large, warm, hard male body was under the blankets with her,and pressed hotly to her back from shoulder to calves. The satin of the pj's were no barrier but only seemed to create more of an erotic reaction inside her.

"Mulder!" She should hit him, scream, demand that he go back to his own bed. But every thought of escape went out of her head and silenced the tension in her limbs. One of Mulder's hands slipped under to cup her breast, and the other slid boldly between her legs to cradle her. "Mulder no..." the words escaped her as the last little bit of air in her lungs disappeared. Everything in the world faded except the hand on her breast and the hand on her womanhood. Who the hell was she kidding? She wanted this. The small voice of sanity, was a liar. The rest of her knew better. "Mulder," said that liar "I don't think..."

"Shh. Don't think. You need this Scully. Just let me give it to you." He kissed the nape of her neck and gently squeezed everything she had his hands on. "It'll be good, Scully, so good, I swear I'll make it good for you."

His husky whispers sent shivers down her spine and his kneading, stroking fingers caused her legs to go numb. From somewhere she found strength for one last protest. "Mulder no..."

"Shhh."He could feel the minute movements of her body as she pressed against his hands and tried to ease herself. To hell with everything. He knew what she needed and what they both had wanted for a long time, regardless of what they told themselves and each other. A shudder of pleasure took him so intense that it shook his very breath out of him. It felt so satisfying so right and so electric to finally have her in his arms. "Just rest easy Scully. Just feel."

*Just Feel* as if she was capable of doing anything else. She never imagined a pair of hands could do so much! She was lost in the magic of his touch lightning streaked from the nipple he tugged so gently sparking zig-zags of fire to her innermost core. Move? there was only one way she could move Faster, deeper, harder into his hands.

He felt her come apart in his hands. she thrust herself into his pleasure-giving hands and then a low, aching groan escaped her.

"There, just let it happen for us." and this was when he remembered he didn't have a condom.