This story is (c) Copyright 2002 by Noelle Leithe. "The X-Files" universe, and all related characters and plot elements, are the property of FOX Broadcasting and 1013 Productions and are borrowed here without profit or intent for profit. ========== What A Way By Noelle Leithe noelleleithe@comcast.net Content: No surprises. Smut ensues. 'Nuff said. ========== She barely remembered stumbling back across the room to her bed. Before she knew it, they were falling onto the mattress, lips and hands roaming greedily across whatever skin they could reach. She kicked at the covers to get them out of her way, then rolled onto her back and pulled Mulder on top of her, his hips settling over hers. An arc of sensation shot through her as their groins met, his rapidly hardening cock slipping naturally into place against her through their clothes. She moaned into their kiss, her hands moving without conscious thought to cup his ass and pull him tighter to her. He rocked his hips obligingly, sliding back and forth between her thighs as they kissed, until she thought she would come just from that. After what felt like hours, he wrenched away from her mouth and applied his lips to her neck instead, nipping and sucking, as his hands went to work on the buttons of her top. His mouth followed his hands down her body, and she could only moan and writhe under his assault. He didn't bother removing her top all the way, just pushed the sides open when the buttons were undone, flipped open the clasp of her bra and shoved it aside, and sucked her right breast into his mouth. He didn't stop with just the nipple; his mouth opened wide on her skin, pulling the tip deep inside, his tongue rasping hard across the hardened bit of flesh. She gasped in surprise at the feeling, not believing the rush of arousal brought forth by that one move. His mouth still working, Mulder slid one leg between hers, rubbing his thigh against her. He began to rock into her center, pressing firmly enough that her knit pants and underwear might well have been nonexistent. She began to shake, and Mulder brought his hands back into play; one slipped around to grab her ass and tilt her up against his thigh, and the other reached for her left nipple, pinching and twisting. They weren't even undressed yet, hadn't done much more than kiss, and she was seconds away from orgasm. She didn't think it was possible. Then it hit, and she didn't think at all. Dimly, she was aware that Mulder stayed with her as she keened in climax, his movements softer but persistent as she peaked and started to come back down. She felt him lift away, briefly, and her pants and panties were stripped off in one swift motion. She moaned out his name once before his face was buried between her legs. He worked her carefully but insistently, avoiding the very tip of her oversensitive clitoris but covering every other inch of her skin. His tongue darted deep inside her, collecting her moisture, then ran firmly up to her clit before going back to dip into her again. She squirmed and jerked as he repeated the movements over and over, alternating between feather-light touches and deep, almost hard strokes. She was certain she was going out of her mind. She gasped as he pressed his thumb against her anus, rubbing over the puckered skin in small circles, then shifted his hand to slide two fingers into her vagina, crooking them toward the front. She knew it was going to happen a split-second before it did -- his questing fingertips hit the right spot deep inside her just as his lips finally clamped around her clit and started to suck. Oh God, it hurts, she thought in the moment of hazy coherency she had left. But it wasn't pain, simply pleasure so intense she couldn't grasp it, coiling from one end of her body to the other until she thought she would scream from it. And then the coil sprang free and she nearly did scream, gasping hoarsely as she bucked and twisted in exquisite pleasure. She only vaguely realized when Mulder's mouth and hands left her body, leaving her bereft and empty. She heard a soft scraping, and when she opened her eyes, his face was hovering over hers, and she felt naked skin against her; his cock brushed between her legs, searching for entrance. She sucked in a breath, pulling up her knees and planting her feet on the mattress on either side of his hips. Her hands came up to his sides, and in a broken voice she managed, "God, do it, Mulder." His eyes darkened nearly to black, and he reached down to position himself. She felt him nudging her entrance, then pushing inside, so slowly and carefully she wanted to yell at him to get over it and just fuck her. But there was an edge of pain as he moved forward; he was so large, and it had been ... God, had it really been seven years? She felt wide open, though, as wet and soft and ready as she'd ever been, and she knew once the initial discomfort passed that it would be good, so good she might not be able to stand it. But she would stand it; she'd exult in it, even if it took her days to recover. She'd waited years for this moment, and she was damn well going to enjoy every second of it. He was almost all the way in when he stopped, and she opened her mouth to protest, but her attempt at speech broke off into a wordless sound as he slammed his hips against her, driving himself deep inside. He paused again, and she looked up to see his eyes pressed shut and his mouth hanging open in pleasure, just from the feel of being inside her. She moaned at the sight, and his eyes opened as he slid one hand flat onto her abdomen and pressed down lightly, pushing her down into the mattress. She didn't know what he was doing, but then he pulled out and thrust back in, and this time she did scream, a short, startled sound. Oh God, she thought again. She didn't know where he'd learned this little move, but somehow he was hitting the perfect spot inside her. She couldn't really be so close again, could she? It defied reality. But then, wasn't that Mulder's specialty? Concentrating, she managed to add her own efforts to his, pressing her lower back against the mattress. Waves crashed over her with each thrust, and her head rolled back against the mattress as he continued to move, driving himself into her harder and faster, still holding her down. She writhed and gasped, moaning out his name, her arms clawing at his shoulders. The arm supporting him was trembling from his efforts, and he had to move his hand from her stomach and brace himself with both hands against his almost-violent thrusts. A particularly strong inward stroke slid Scully up on the mattress on; she lifted one shaky arm over her head to brace herself against the headboard. She didn't know how long she'd be able to stay in that position. Her entire body was beginning to shudder from a potent mix of arousal and exhaustion. Distracted by her efforts, she was caught off guard when her orgasm hit, starting somewhere deep inside and rolling from between her legs to her brain. She heard a surreal, guttural groan emanating from her mouth, rising until it was cut off with a long gasp. As she collapsed against the mattress, she fuzzily realized that now she really *was* starting to hurt, Mulder's continuing movements beginning to shift from pleasurable to abrasive. But it only lasted a few moments before Mulder bucked and stiffened, making not a sound as he emptied into her. Sated, he lowered himself onto her, his face burrowing into the side of her neck. Her breathing slowed, and she fought off the near-complete lethargy in her arms enough to slide them around Mulder's back. Her brain felt as if it had short-circuited; she couldn't wrap her mind around a single complete thought. "Mmmph." Mulder's mouth moved against her neck with the muffled sound, and she stroked one hand up his spine to the back of his neck. Her brain cleared a little, and her first coherent thought was: If sex with Mulder is always like that, I'll lose all brain power by the time I'm forty. But what a damn way to go. =====END===== Author's notes: This was originally a scene from a longer story where, as it turned out, there wasn't meant to be sex. So I had this nice little smut scene and nowhere to use it, and I thought, what the hell, it's PWP. Why not share? ;) Thanks to Laura Kaye and Lysandra for beta, even though Lys read it so long ago she might not even remember ...