29.12.98
Disclaimer:Chris  Carter is the happy guy who owns them. But I'm the one who 
really cares for them!

Ratings: NC-17, M/K, slash; PWP

Spoilers:Tunguska; Anasazi 

Thanks to my betas...


Moments of deep emotion PartII : Unrestrained Passion
by Ratwoman
ratwoman02@yahoo.de

>>My heart is aching
My body is burning
My hands are shaking
My head is turning
You understand
It's so easy to choose
We've got time to kill
We've got nothing to lose
I want you now<<
Depeche Mode; I want you now


I couldn't believe my ears. Had Mulder really said that he wanted me? His 
hand was still resting on my cheek, still forcing me to look at him. Not 
that it was neccessary to force me to do so. I keep looking at him whenever 
I can. Now it was as if our eyes were locked with each other. If he really 
wanted me... then I should take my chance and do something before he had 
the time to change his mind.

So I opened my mouth a bit and took his thumb between my lips,between my 
teeth, carefully not to bite him, I started to suck on it, all the time 
keeping eye-contact, and Mulder began to move his thumb in and out my mouth 
as if it was a promise for the coming act of love. As his thumb slid out of 
my mouth I was almost dissapointed, but then he passed his fingers through 
my short hair, resting his hand on my skull, bent over and started to kiss 
me. While our tongues met, my long restrained passion seemed to explode, 
spreading out like a forest-fire through my veins, and I grabbed his 
shoulders and pressed him down to the floor, still plundering his mouth with 
my tongue.

While his hands slipped underneath my tee-shirt and explored my back, and I 
moved my lips along his jaw and down his throat, I still couldn't believe 
that we were actually doing this. But it was much too real to be just a 
dream. 

Within seconds we strippend each other down, unable to wait any longer. The 
seconds we spent staring at each other when we both were entirely naked were 
much longer. In the dim moonlight I couldn't recognize very much of his lean 
body, but what I saw was enough. He is slender, yet muscular, with broad 
shoulders, a flat abdomen, and strong swimmer's legs. I remembered the day 
I had to meet him to pass on information. We met right when  he was stepping 
out of the pool. It was not fair, how should I concentrate on my report when 
all he was wearing were red speedos! Now he was not even wearing speedos to 
hide his manhood.

I shivered when my gaze fell to his groin and I noticed that I blushed like
a shy school-boy. And like a school-boy I suddenly was afraid that Mulder 
didn't like what he saw and his eyes viewing my exposed body were awkward to 
me. But to my relief Mulder bent down and started to kiss my neck, moved 
upwards and spent some time licking on my left ear. I didn't know before 
that my ear was an erogenous zone. But now as he licked around it as if it 
were ice-cream, bit slightly into my earlobe and thrusted his tongue in and 
out my ear, I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. 

With a racing heart I tried to keep still, but I wanted more, I wanted more 
of him. Eventually I turned my head to ravish his mouth, my tongue in touch 
with his, which had been in my ear just seconds ago, while I seized around 
him to pull him near. Chest on chest, his smooth skin on mine, I almost came 
from the feeling of the curls on his chest rubbing against my nipples. I 
rested my head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent, while his hands moved 
slowly down my back, cupping my  buttocks. I couldn't believe how near he 
was.

We spent a couple of moments in a fervent embrace, each of us moving our 
lips and tongue along the other one's shoulders and neck, filled with 
intense sensations, before passion overwhelmed me again and I pressed him 
flat to the floor, moving with my tongue down his chest, paying special 
attention to his already erect nipples. Mulder writhed underneath me and
made exquisite noises. How I loved to hear them. How I loved him. I traced 
my way further down, over his flat stomach, to his groin. His cock was 
already wet with precum as I licked along his shaft. Now I remembered that I 
needed something to lube him up, so I took his already hard member into my 
hands, stroking up and down with my right hand, while my left caught up his 
precum. Mulder willingly heighered his hips, when my hand slid down to smear 
the liquidity into his opening. I had hardly started to lube him up when he 
began to plead me to fuck him. I had already been stonehard when we started 
this, but I didn't want to hurt him, so I also smeared in some of my own 
precum to make sure that he really was slick enough, before I entered him.

Hot and tight, his inner muscles clenched around my cock, melting me. I 
started to move slowly, elicting him a deep moan. Mulder pulled me down for 
another passionate kiss. I greedily kissed him back, then moved my lips 
along every inch of his skin I could reach, wanting to consume as much of 
him as I could while our rhythm was speeding up. Finally, as his inner 
muscles convulsed in a tight grip around me, I came in a mind-blowing orgasm,
my semen spurting out into him like an explotion. I collapsed onto him, 
covered with sweat, exhausted and sated.

Mulder hadn't come yet and because of that I had a bit of a bad conscience. 
No need to; Mulder surely took care of his need.

While I was still gasping for breath, he climbed away from underneath me. 
Lying with my stomach on the cold, hard floor, I felt Mulder's fingers 
travelling down my spine, over the cleft of my buttocks. I shivered as one 
of his fingers, wet with my own sweat, entered my hole in a fluid movement. 
I shivered not so much with lust, more with anticipation, even with unease. 
It' s just, usually I don't like to be ridden; I prefer to be in control, to 
be on top, to be able to get out quickly in case that someone breaks down 
the door to kill me. It's paranoid, I know.

Slut that I am, not liking it never kept me from surrendering control 
whenever useful; be it in exchange for information, for a place to hide, or 
in hard times even for money. Then I'd bend down and let my...business 
partner take what he wants, gritting my teeth and waiting for it to end.

Of course, I also was willing to give Mulder all the pleasure I was looking 
for, after all I had taken mine from him. I thought of this part of the 
night of something I had to go through. 

Mulder surprised me. He never stops surprising me. 

He spent a lot of time lubing me up, touching my prostate with his 
saliva-wetted fingers, setting a sparkling fire free. He made me shiver; he 
made me moan; he made my cock harden and press against the floor. When he 
bent down to kiss my neck, his fingers still twisting in my ass, suddenly 
his fingers weren't enough and I wanted to feel all of him inside me. 
Writhing in lust I heard myself beg: "Please, fuck me, I want you deep inside
me, please, please...."

Mulder finally had mercy on me and penetrated me, slowly, diving deeper with 
each thrust. I moaned, I cried, I couldn't believe how good it felt. His 
hands entwined with mine, his lips sucking on my neck, he started to rock 
back and forth.

It's strange, him lying completely on me, pressing me to the hard floor, 
taking all control away from me... it was absolutely not the way I used to 
prefer to have sex, but right then, I didn't care. I didn't just like it. I 
loved it. I loved every move Mulder made, every sound he made, every 
sensation he made me feel. And I think I loved him.

We came about the same time, my seed spurting out onto the floor, his into 
me. He crawled down off me and we spent a few moments in an embrace, before 
we hastily put on our clothes, for Siberian nights are nothing but cold. 
None of us said a word as we lay down, snuggling against each other.



He's sleeping now. In my arms. I cannot sleep yet, but it feels so damn good 
to hold him, his face on my shoulder. He looks sad, even in his dreams. How I 
wish that I could resolve him from his sadness, but it's as futile as trying 
to grab the stars for him. What would I have to do to take away his sadness? 
Bring back Samantha and his father, provide that they be a happy American 
family, undo Scully's abduction, maybe even take care that they marry, bring 
back to life Scully's sister, and show him every single secret the Consortium
hides. Each of it is impossible to me, and worst of all, I've caused much of 
his sadness. It's a miracle that he's been making love to me after all I've 
done. To my regret I can't go back and keep myself from doing all the things 
I feel remorse for today, but at least I can try to find a way out of the 
gulag for both of us. I know some of the commanders here -  well, actually I 
don't know them, I just know people who know them, but perhaps if I  manage 
to talk to the superiors here, I can convince them to let us free. Maybe. 
And maybe they'll decide that we've seen to much and kill us. But sooner or 
later they'd kill us anyway.

I'll try, Mulder, I'll try.


    To be continued