~*$**$**$**$*~ Part 6

He eased them both to the floor; him on his knees, his sexy partner sliding 
down into a semi-squat, her spread bent legs framing his thighs, snaring 
him. He drew back just enough to freeze-frame the picture before him. Locks 
of auburn hair scrunched and mussed around her on the mirror, her hands 
gripping the shoulders of his pullover. The depth of the blue of her eyes 
focused on his mouth, her own lips moist from where her tongue bathed them. 
Angora sweater bunched up under her arms...he made a mental note to remove 
it...it broke up the expanse of her creamy skin. And the way her ass rested 
on her heels...his eyes drawing down over her very alert breasts, down to 
her parted legs, to the heat of her.

She felt him inch closer. And closer still until his knees connected with 
the backs of her thighs where they met her behind. She felt him touch 
her...everywhere, but mostly where the now throbbing and pulsing hardness of 
him bobbed between them. Oh god, if he moved just a little bit lower.... 
What to touch first.

Almost always practical, she used her hold on his sweater to direct him down 
to her, her mouth open, trying to tell him what she craved. Damn him, but he 
wanted to play. She wanted to taste him.

Her mouth opened wider on a surprised 'Oh, Mulder', as he let one hand slip 
from her hip along the crease of her parted thigh and directly to her apex. 
'Wonderful' couldn't begin to cover the sensations of his searing kiss and 
the heel of his hand setting up a rhythm just above where she really, 
really, most definitely had to have him the most.

"Mmm..."

"You've got to articulate more clearly, Scully. Really."

In spite of herself, she grinned. And laced her fingers into his hair, 
pulling his face close once again and then feinted to one side and bit his 
earlobe. Rather hard.

She was good; he'd give her that. But he bet she didn't expect him to stroke 
her and slide his middle finger deep inside her.

Her knees were going weak for the second time, but what he was doing to her. 
Well. Two could play at this seduction and she was beginning to think she'd 
never get him where she wanted him.

He wasn't exactly sure which happened first. Her small, warm hand grasping 
him, stroking him from root to tip. Landing on his ass, her hand on his 
chest or was her hand on his chest right before he landed on his ass? And 
she was still working him... And his finger was still wet with her though no 
longer inside her.

On her knees between his legs, she watched the look on his face change from 
arousal to surprise to arousal to...well, it stayed there. And he called her 
'mercurial'....

As he came up onto his elbows, she saw the glint in his eyes that said 'as 
much as this is turning me on, this isn't where it ends'.

She liked that. She liked him.

She loved holding him.

Especially when he was still half-dressed and she had the upper hand, so to 
speak. He'd gotten to visualize his fantasies regarding her. So, here was 
one of hers. Her partner rather sexily posed; sprawled in front of her, his 
bangs hanging on his forehead, eyes that crossover shade of 
mocha/gold/olive, face flushed. Top teeth nipping bottom lip. Oh...that 
mouth.... Upper body covered, but the neckline of his crewneck pullover 
rakishly skewed to one side, the hem just grazing the dark thatch of his 
groin. Long legs, bare, slim feet.  Yet, her eyes skimmed it all zeroing in 
on what she crawled forward to reclaim.

He was hard. So hard and throbbing.

Her firm grip on him followed by her tongue flicking once, twice, under the 
ridge and then across the head almost sent him down onto his back. But not 
before he sat up, roughly pulling her toward him and toppling them both 
down, disengaging her hold on him. His lips nibbled her chin and bussed her 
nose and then went in for the kill, parting hers with heat and liquid fire.

He felt her response clear to his toes. She curled those toes with her 
passion.

His hands were all over her, but mostly under her sweater, holding her, his 
thumbs keeping time with the movement of his tongue in her mouth. But her 
last item of clothing was in his way.

He was having only marginal success removing the barrier between them. He'd 
almost succeeded in freeing one of her arms from the soft wool, but she 
didn't seem to want to let go of him. And when he managed to release her 
fingers from his hair, there was the little problem of neither of them being 
willing to relinquish their kiss.

His hands were still all over her, but were spending too much time with her 
sweater. She decided it had to go; understood that was ultimately what he'd 
probably been trying to do. It was just that the taste of his lips was a 
sensation she simply fell into. And didn't see any reason to stop just yet.

"Scully," he breathlessly gasped, "sweater."

Panting, she righted herself, drawing him with her. On her knees once again 
she crossed her arms, her fingers at the hem of her top and drew it over her 
head.

For his part Mulder enjoyed the slight bounce to her breasts and the way her 
abs stretched taut as the garment was removed. The waning sunlight caught 
the fragments of red fire created by the static electricity of wool and 
strands of hair.

"What're you doing?" He watched his favorite G-Woman with barely disguised 
amusement as she folded the sweater and turned toward the upholstered bench 
across from them.

In response, she began to walk on her knees away from him. "I paid good 
money for this Mulder, and if you think I--"

She'd always known that part of his charm was his wickedly playful way.  She 
had barely crawled a few feet when she felt his body behind her, enfolding 
her, covering her. All at once he'd pulled her to him, his hands covering 
her breasts, her ass in his lap. His hot hard length wedged between them. 
Equally hot and very wet mouth sucking on her neck just below her ear.

"You were saying, Scully?" His arms swept upward underneath her arms as he 
breathed the question into her ear.

Rising slightly she arched forward, the feel of his hands sweeping from her 
hips to her breasts just a precursor for the exquisite tease of his fingers 
mischievously tweaking her nipples.

The sweater dropped unceremoniously from her hand.

Rocking back into him, she elicited a raw moan from her sexy G-Man.

"I was saying-- OhgodMulder."

"Say that again." His fingers raked her hair back as his open mouth attached 
itself to her neck over her pulse point alternately lapping at her and 
sucking.

What he was doing to her created a very heady sensation. Her heart beat 
faster almost as if he were causing the blood to pump harder, quicker. She 
needed to kiss that mouth.

But oh what his thumb was doing between her legs. Maybe that kiss could 
wait.

Kissing Scully's skin was always erotic. Talk about erogenous zones. Was 
there any inch of her that didn't turn her on? This was one of his favorites 
because if seemed to arouse her everywhere.

And she was like just so much slick heat; especially where his thumb touched 
her. His other hand moving downward, he drew lazy circles on her inner 
thigh, lightly blowing in her ear as her legs spread wider for him. "God 
Scully, you're so fucking gorgeous."

Twisting her upper body to one side, seeking his lips, her head fell back 
against his shoulder. "Show me Mulder." Her tongue entered his mouth without 
invitation as she felt his two fingers slip into her. She felt the palm of 
his left hand sweep up to her face, guiding her to him, sealing her in their 
kiss.

She wasn't sure to whom to attribute the moans, but she knew without a doubt 
that she was the one who couldn't sit still. The slight prickling of the 
hair on his thighs beneath her, the soft cotton of his shirt sliding up and 
down against her back. And the more she moved, the deeper his fingers 
penetrated her and the harder he seemed to grow between them.

His hand cupped her chin, attempting to separate their mouths, to give them 
two seconds to restore their oxygen supply. They both gasped, but he 
wondered whether it was from the lack of air or from how heated he was 
feeling. Both. Yes.

Scully had a way of getting to him. Big time. Whether it was her slow smile, 
the bright blue of her eyes when she looked deep into his or the sometimes 
dizzying mix of wit, wisdom and love in her words, he wasn't sure. Probably 
all of the above. But when it was combined with her uncanny ability to turn 
him into one big sexual being, well, he knew why he'd been head over heels 
for this woman for such a long time.

The sensuous weight of her in his lap as she writhed and ground into him had 
him thrusting in response from behind while he thumbed her clit from in 
front sandwiching her to him. Their bodies felt as if they were on fire, her 
skin flushed and warm with the slick sheen of sweat causing their lower 
bodies to slip and slide creating a titillating friction between them.

He smiled as he felt her hand join his between her legs, melding him to her, 
increasing his pace. "You like that, Scully?"

Her answer floated to his ears as a combination of a purr couched in a 
jagged growl ending with his name. He set up a steady rhythm, his palm flat 
against her belly; his other hand guided by her as he worked her sex. She 
was so close.

"Yessss, God, yes Muhhll...." The insistent pumping of his fingers and the 
way he circled her bundle of nerves then swept his thumb lightly over it was 
about to send her sailing into a glittering oblivion. She clutched the back 
of his hand so tightly to her, she was sure she'd leave marks. She barely 
registered the heat of his other hand low on her abdomen, one digit tracing 
the edge of her navel and then dipping into it.

She threw her other arm behind her, fingers curling around the back of his 
neck as she felt the shuddering wave build and then crash over her. 
"Oooo...uhh...ahh...Mulderholdme."

Music to his ears -- as she clenched down on his fingers with her inner 
muscles and gripped his thighs with her own. Her panting sounds pushed him 
nearly to his limit as he withdrew his fingers and held her to him tightly 
-- one arm now across her chest, the other around her hips. Easing her down 
as they both breathed like a couple of steam engines.

"You doing ok, Scully?"

"Mmmm. Very, Mulder. More than ok." Sweeping her hair back from her face, 
she turned in his arms. "And you...?" Her gaze turned downward between them 
as she shifted, causing him to release her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Before replying she scanned his face -- the high color in his cheeks, the 
tousled and damp hair across his brow and the deep dark of his eyes, she 
grinned.

"*My* fantasy has yet to be fulfilled partner."

Once again on her knees in front of him, she smiled down at the quite hefty 
erection straining toward her. Placing her hands on his quads, she bent 
toward him and laved him with her tongue from base to head, swirling her way 
to the top.

His groan/moan erupted from him, his eyes slamming shut, catching him by 
surprise. "Scully!" But she had already moved. When his eyes re-opened she 
was on all fours, heading toward the bed. Feeling quite animalistic he 
followed her -- neatly and efficiently grasping her hips and flipping her 
over onto her back at the foot of the bed.

She lay unceremoniously spread before him, her hair fanned on the beige 
carpeting, her chest rising and falling as if she'd just run a marathon. He 
was awed by just how devastatingly wicked and sinful she looked lying there 
and quickly knelt between her legs, his hands pinning hers by her head.

"Going someplace?"

She watched him above her, bending his elbows, drawing within inches of her 
face, his words hot puffs of air over his lips, her eyes, causing them to 
flutter. His pullover hung over her nipples and brushed her throbbing buds 
with agonizing feather-like touches.

Choosing to ignore his question in favor of getting him to part with his 
shirt, she lifted her head from the floor bringing her lips to his. "Mulder, 
your shirt?" Her laughter rippled between them.

Now it was his turn to laugh. How had it remained on for so long? Did he 
care? Letting go of her wrists, he sat back on his feet and removed the 
crewneck top, tossing it aside.

"All gone," he gritted out as he felt her toes flexing on his leg. "C'mere, 
Scully."

"Mulder!" Her laughter negated any chance at indignation she might have had 
as she felt his hands on her ankles, trying to drag her toward him. "I'm 
going to have rug burn. I don't think you want to be responsible for keeping 
me off my back for the next several days...."

~*$**$**$**$*~  End Part 6