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Her laughter ceased when she found herself literally butted up against his 
knees, her feet hooked on either side of his hips. The backs of his knuckles 
trailing along the inside of her thighs higher and higher had her shivering 
in anticipation, goosebumps covering her flesh.

"No rug burn Scully." He loved the way her eyes grazed over him so intently, 
how they seemed to focus on his face and then...just a little bit south. 
"See something you like Scully?" Knowing how much she loved to watch him 
touch himself, he released one of her ankles watching her face as her eyes 
followed his hand.

The anticipation was going to kill her. Sure, it would be a glorious death, 
but she had so many more ways she wanted to touch him, to explore the 
possible ways they could join. She actually felt the heat deep in her center 
as his right hand clasped his cock, as his breath hitched right along with 
hers, his fist now traveling the length of him.

"Jesus, Mulder."  She licked her lips as he fondled the head, spreading the 
drops of precum along the ridge. Rising up onto her elbows, she scooted 
herself farther forward, using the leverage in her arms and upper body to 
lift her ass onto his thighs.

Continuing to stroke himself, he asked her haltingly, "Is this what you 
want?"

"Mulder, please. I don't know about you, but this afternoon almost puts our 
seven years of foreplay to shame."

Not missing a beat, keeping up the steady up, down that would soon threaten 
to undo him, he held her with his gaze from beneath half-lidded eyes.

"Then what are we waiting for, Scully?"

Lightening. The man had the reflexes of...well...a fox. She was bent nearly 
in half, her knees wide, her ankles resting on his shoulders as he knelt 
over her. Holding her hips steady, his hands registered as pliant and firm 
grips, his thumbs moving relentlessly over her hipbones.

His name had barely left her lips when he felt her hand on him, guiding him 
to her slick folds, teasing herself, teasing him. Like a finely synchronized 
dance, he drew her hips to him as he thrust forward and her hands covered 
his. Intensely connected.

At the first touch of him nudging inside, she simultaneously drew in a deep 
breath and spread her bent legs farther, anticipating the rush she'd come to 
expect from this moment. It was the same but always different, always like a 
new first time. And, as he was wont to do, he teased them both, rising up on 
his knees slight to push forward and then settling back down to hold at her 
very wet and pulsing opening. Digging her nails into his hands did nothing. 
Unless she counted the smug grin on his very lustful face. God how she loved 
that look.

"Damnit, Mulder. Move that fine ass of yours." She directed through clenched 
teeth.

"Only if you ease up on the death grip on my hands. I need them to fire my 
weapon."

"The only weapon I want to see you firing right now doesn't need 
your...hands." To emphasize her point, she tugged on his hands that held her 
hips and lifted herself up to him yet again.

Who said the third time had to be the charm? Taking her not so subtle hint, 
he drove into her in one steady glide, contracting his glutes, his hands 
sliding to hers to lift her closer still.

She didn't know what to do with her hands. Briefly rising to her elbows 
again, she watched, slack-jawed as his length disappeared inside her and 
then pulled out again to repeat the delicious motion. But she couldn't stay 
there and lay back down, her head turning from side to side on the 
carpeting, her arms extended behind her, reaching...for what she didn't 
know.

Letting go of her legs, Mulder leaned forward to grip her waist, pumping 
steadily, picking up speed to match her moans and the  way she chanted his 
name.

The sunset outside the picture windows behind her had nothing on the beauty 
of her face as she rode him closer to her release. Her hands clenched and 
unclenched on air and then she moved them closer to her body, trying to gain 
purchase on the low pile of the rug.

"Scully, you ok?" He knew how odd that might sound given how blissful she 
looked, but the way her back was sliding on the carpet; he really did 
consider her earlier comment about rug burn.

"S'ok Mulder, don't stop."

Oh, he wasn't about to stop when they were both so near the finish line and 
he felt so fucking unbelievable. On his elbows and knees now, he slipped his 
hands under her shoulders, needing and wanting to touch more of her, hold 
her close and...deepen his angle.

In response, she wrapped her legs higher on his hips and reached up to 
tangle her hands in his hair. Bringing her lips close to his ear, she 
whispered, "You're...putting...the lotion...on my back...G-Man." Her tongue 
followed her words into his ear.

"Of course...." Watching her face, he knew that she was about to climax 
again, his own not far behind her. His fingers brushing her cheekbones as he 
turned her to him, he sealed his lips over hers.

"God, Mulder." She now gripped his shoulders; her fingers clutching him as 
her heels dug into his hips. "Up" Her eyes briefly opened, silently, wildly 
directing him.

As magically as it usually happened, he looked into her eyes, reading her 
intention and lifted her to him as he pulled back on his knees, his ass once 
again resting on his heels. With Scully wrapped around him in his lap. Her 
arms wrapped around his neck and she squeezed her thighs around him, lifting 
up just enough to slide down over him. Setting a slow, grinding, swiveling 
pace with her hips.

Driving him to distraction. Deliriously, dangerously delicious distraction. 
But also frustratingly, erotically agonizing. He set up a forward and back 
rocking motion, but didn't have enough leverage to thrust.

And damn he needed to thrust into her. To bury himself into her with 
ravishing force. The throbbing ache he felt, had been feeling since his 
first images of her as a hippie, needed resolution. 'Resolution', hell -- 
his entire body felt like every nerve-ending was firing double-time. He was 
talking about mind-blowing orgasm. With the woman of his waking dreams.

Trying to get her attention...well, he knew he had her full attention...but 
he wanted to put himself back in the driver's seat, so to speak... Cupping 
her ass cheeks, he kneaded them, rocking as he held her still. Nope, this 
wasn't helping... Her moaning and murmuring and the feel of her breasts 
pressed to him were making him forget his own name. Or was it her name?

"Schulleee. Scully. Stop."

That got her attention. What was he saying? Her hips had a mind of their own 
and her walls contracted, teasing and gripping him tighter. Jesus, it felt 
like he'd started a fire inside her. and she didn't want anyone putting it 
out. Then why was he stopping? And did he think that the way he was grabbing 
her ass was going to get her to stop? He was so deep inside her he could be 
a part of her own body.

Continuing to undulate, she asked him why and then told him 'no'.

But Mulder hadn't gotten where he was in life by taking 'no' for an answer. 
Ensuring that their connection wouldn't be lost, he held her tighter, noting 
that she responded in kind by attaching herself to him with more tenacity.

And that's when he performed one of his less graceful, but nonetheless 
successful, maneuvers, landing him on his butt, his back to the bed. With 
Scully still very much in his lap, cradled between his torso and his bent 
legs.

She couldn't stop wriggling and wiggling, meeting his upward thrusts, her 
hands on his shoulders. Riding him.

Leaning back, her hair falling around his knees, she reached behind her, her 
nails trailing down the backs of his thighs. Eliciting a rather heated 
string of slurred commands and name calling from him. "Mulder. Let. Go," was 
her response. As she found his sac nestled between his legs and stroked 
lightly across the skin, feeling him drawing up tighter.

"Awww, Scully." His palms flat on the floor, elbows bent, he surged forward 
and up into her. "Come with me partner..."

Forcing herself to lift her head to look at him, she watched him. The sweat 
gleaming on his chest, dampening his hair, dotting his forehead, mouth open 
as his breathing grew more ragged. Following the line of dark hair from his 
chest downward...as their flesh slapped together.

He watched her. Her eyes like midnight, teeth grazing her bottom lip, her 
breasts...oh, god, he had to touch her. Opposites attracting, his palms 
covered them, squeezing, kneading, then pinching and twisting her nipples. 
The somewhat intelligible sounds she made between hitching breaths nearly 
finished him off right then and there.

Feeling the pinching and twisting on her hard points...followed by the hand 
that slid down her belly and busied itself between her slick folds... "I 
am...I..." Stretching long and taut, jangling bright white lights zinged 
behind her eyelids as her heart raced.

As he hammered her his hands roved from her breasts to her face, to her 
hips, settling there, driving into her..."Scully!"

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His hand tugged at the hem until the spread slid from the bed and covered 
them. The lack of clothing, physical exertion and sunlight combined with the 
efficient air conditioner made them seek the heat of each other...with a 
little help.

"Mulder?"

"Mmmm...Scully?"

"When did you get so interested in women's fashions?"

Pulling the quilted paisley bed covering a little higher, she snuggled 
against his side, twining her leg with his, her palm on his chest. His 
heartbeat had steadied some and felt warm beneath her cheek. Warm and 
steady. Hot and sexy. God, she loved this man!

"I'm interested in many diverse topics, Scully. I'm quite well educated."

"And equally smug about it."

He smoothed the hair back from her face, kissing her damp locks, kissing her 
forehead, tilting her face to kiss her lips.

"I'm not smug. I'm just right."

"That you are Mulder."

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