His and Hers by Beduini (2/2)
Part II: His

Category:  V, MSR

Rating:  A very serious NC-17

Spoilers:  all things

Keywords:  Mulder/Scully

Archive:  Kimberly, you've got Carte Blanche.  Everyone else please 
contact me first.

Summary:  Same as the other.  This started as a character study for 
my current WIP to help me reference the scene, THE SCENE, from 
'all things'.  Yeah, I know, it's been done to infinity.  But I 
still needed to resolve for myself how it happened.  What was she 
thinking?  What was he thinking?  I never intended this for public 
consumption, but Kerri was so insistent...

Thanks to Marty and Brandon for the read-throughs and comments.  
This is for Kerri, because she wanted it posted, and because she 
read so many versions and gave me her honest opinions while I was 
trying to get it right, and she still kept asking for more.

I'm still not convinced it's 'right' Kerri, but here it is, 
nevertheless.

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His:

He was being watched.

There was someone in his apartment, in his bedroom.  He sensed the 
presence before awakening and he shifted, his eyes blinking open and 
focusing on her.  

Scully.  

Scully had fallen asleep on his sofa in the middle of a surprising 
conversation about fate and it's role in their relationship, 
potentially leading to some new uncharted territory that he felt was 
long overdue for discovery.  But he'd babbled and she'd drifted off 
so he covered her with a blanket and resisted the urge to kiss her 
open and unguarded face as he did so.  He'd been doing a lot of 
resisting lately.

And now she was crouched down next to his bed, watching him.

"I thought you were asleep," he said in a scratchy voice.  

"I'm sorry I woke you," she replied, offering him a rare smile.  She 
wasn't sorry, and he knew it.  What's more, he knew that she knew 
that he knew it.

He thought he'd felt her caress his cheek, too, but maybe he'd 
dreamt that just before he woke up.  "You didn't.  I was just 
resting my eyes."  He rubbed his eyes with the thumb and index 
finger of one hand, feeling the grit and looking back at her 
blearily.  "How do you feel?  You were really down for the count."

She let out a short laugh.  "I feel good, actually."  She paused, 
drawing a breath and her expression growing sober.  "I'm sorry I 
passed out on you, though.  We, um, didn't finish our conversation."

"Anytime, Scully.  I guess life-altering revelations can wear you 
out."

She smiled again, her lips curving up in a wide arc that made him 
smile in response.  He could see that she really was feeling 
rejuvenated from her recent epiphany - she seemed more carefree and 
open than he'd observed in a long time.  "I guess so."  Their eyes 
met and held, so many things being spoken without being said.  The 
exchange was warm and intimate, colored with subtext and promise 
that he could nearly taste...longed to taste.

It was moments like this when he wanted her so badly he could barely 
breathe.

He reached out his index finger instead and caught the small cross 
hanging from the thin chain around her neck.  "So now what?  
Are there any more surprising developments since I last saw 
you...what..." he glanced over at the digital clock on the 
nightstand, "two hours ago?"

Do you know how much I want you, Scully?  He wondered, watching her 
face.  Are you ready?  Do you know how long I have waited for you to 
be ready?

She drew in a breath, her expression unreadable.  "Hmm...maybe.  But 
I imagine you're pretty tired...jetlag and all."

He smiled, letting the cross drop from his finger.  She was playing 
with him, and was actually initiating it this time.  "It's amazing 
how well I can function on just an hour of sleep."  Shifting 
underneath the covers, he turned more to his side to face her.  He 
would raise her advance and see if she would meet his advance, or 
fold.  "But you probably have to get home...tomorrow being a work 
day and all."

She nodded thoughtfully, the tension stretching out between them.  
He nodded slightly without responding and they were both silent.  
She hadn't exactly folded, although she didn't respond, either.  The 
faucet in the bathroom continued to drip, marking the seconds as 
they passed.

He thought about kissing her.  It would involve minimal movement, 
and she was right there in front of him.  Just inches from him.

The tension stretched out between them, and at last she said, "Thank 
you, Mulder," her eyes glowing dangerously and her voice nearly a 
whisper.

"For what?" he chuckled softly, grinning.  He knew what.  He'd gone 
to the ends of the earth for her, would do it in a heartbeat, and 
still she thanked him for doing something that he loved to do - 
spend time with her.

"For listening."  She drew in a deep breath then let it out.  "For 
being here."

He cupped her cheek in his palm, caressing gently with his thumb 
while looking into her eyes.  "My pleasure."

She reached up and covered his hand with her own, closing her eyes 
and melting into his touch.  This was not their usual M.O. and he 
could feel the electricity continuing to build in the air.  
Something was going to happen tonight, something long overdue.  He 
sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed on either side of 
her as he continued to stroke her cheek.  When she opened her eyes, 
she looked up at him with so much trust and honesty that it made his 
heart ache inside his chest.  "Come here, Scully," his voice rasped 
out in a near whisper, his hand still cupping her cheek lightly.

God, he wanted her so badly.

Her lips parted as she stood and he wrapped his arms around her 
waist, pulling her to him in a tight embrace.  He buried his face 
between her breasts, inhaling the fragrance of her skin, and she 
wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders and laid her cheek 
against the top of his head, squeezing him back with a sigh.

She loved him, whether she acknowledged it or not.  He knew it, just 
as he knew that she knew how much he loved her.  They just didn't 
express themselves in the way most people did.  They were close, but 
they could be closer.  He wanted to be closer.  He wanted to be 
intimate. 

He was reveling in the softness of her breasts, the rest of her body 
firm and compact and oh so tempting.  He was always surprised at how 
easily his arms wrapped around her whenever they hugged.  It wasn't 
often, so when it happened he always experienced the same sensations 
of adoration and arousal.  It really was pathetic how much he 
gleaned from the smallest touch from her. 

They remained that way for a while, holding on to each other and 
rocking gently.  It felt great but desire was pressing against them 
both, warm and humid - desire to give and to share, to connect, to 
experience, to love - and they both allowed it's presence.  He was 
waiting for her to pull back first - she always did.  When the usual 
amount of time had passed and she was still holding on to him he 
began to think maybe there was something more that she was trying to 
say to him.  They were just starting to talk about fate in relation 
to the two of them, at least that was the conversation he way trying 
to initiate when she fell asleep while he babbled about all paths 
leading to that one singular moment.

Or was it this singular moment?

She grew slack in his arms while he was growing more and more alert 
and he wondered if maybe he was wrong about her trying to find the 
right words to say, maybe she was merely falling asleep again.  He 
didn't want her to fall asleep again, he wanted to see where this 
new openness was leading them.  "Scully?" he said, trying to say it 
soft but his voice was too raw for soft and it cracked.

She lifted her head, pulling back enough to be able to look into his 
face.  His hands were still holding on to her waist loosely and she 
looked into his eyes with intent, cradling his face in her hands and 
lowering her head to press her lips against his forehead.  She 
pulled back slightly, then moved lower and pressed her mouth against 
his, the contact much shorter than their kiss on New Year's Eve, but 
a much more passionate kiss in comparison.  It was unexpected, and 
before he could catch his breath she laid her forehead against his, 
whispering, "Thank you," against his lips, this time her voice 
softer and warmer than the last as she let out a soft sigh that 
would be his undoing.

It could have been construed as another friendly kiss if he'd 
decided to view it a such, choosing the safe route, the proven 
route...but he was feeling impatient and a little more dangerous.  
His head pounded and his breathing was coming quickly, leaving in 
short bursts through his nostrils and she raised her face to look 
into his eyes.  Her eyes widened as she saw the truth of how much he 
needed her and she drew in a quick breath.  They both understood 
that this was the moment.

He was not going to let it pass.

He raised a hand to the back of her head, weaving his fingers 
through the silk of her hair and pulling her back down so that their 
lips would connect once again.  She tilted her head, his hands 
tightened, one still holding the back of her head and the other at 
the small of her back, pressing her body against his as their lips 
brushed together.  The heat between them grew instantly and she 
opened her mouth to him.  Within moments their tongues were touching 
against each other, stroking and retreating, extracting a taste and 
then savoring it before returning for more.

This was something he'd wanted to do since the day he met her.  This 
was how he finally experienced his first real taste of Dana Scully; 
warm, of sound mind and body and sexy as hell.

It was intoxicating.  He felt her beginning to slide away from him 
and he pulled her onto his lap, his mouth refusing to leave hers.  
She was kissing him hotly without hesitation or awkwardness as one 
might imagine between two friends embarking on a more intimate 
relationship - their relationship had always been intimate and 
sexually charged, but with limited physical contact.  They had been 
making love with their conversations and their eyes for years, and 
now...finally, it was becoming physical.

In one fluid motion Mulder shifted their position, holding her body 
against his and rolling her over so that she was lying on her back 
atop the bed.  He was right next to her, the upper part of his body 
hovering over hers while they continued to kiss, taking turns as 
aggressor and pursued.  His hands glazed reverently over her face 
and body, running through her hair, caressing every bit of skin that 
he could reach...all of the exposed and the private places he'd 
longed to touch but restrained himself from doing on impulse.  

As his restraint dissolved he loosened a zipper, then pulled gently 
on the hem of her sweater and helped her out of straps and elastic 
until her clothing was removed and she was completely bared before 
him, almost virgin territory under his fingertips.  Exploring her 
with his mouth and hands, passionately kissing soft patches of skin; 
her breasts, her abdomen, his mouth always found its way back to 
hers.  He watched her, silently asking with his eyes if she liked 
this, or preferred it a little bit lower, maybe...

Her eyes and her responses told him yes, all of it. 

She caressed and kneaded the muscles in his back with her fingers 
while she tasted his neck and shoulders, her soft, hot tongue 
sliding over his earlobes and the scratchiness of his chin.  He had 
her pinned but he would be putty under her hands later, he knew, for 
this was only the first of many nights ahead of them, and Scully was 
nothing if not thorough.  But tonight her entire body had softened 
and liquefied in preparation for him and when his fingers finally 
found their way to the soft curls and beyond to the wetness of her 
center he paused, drawing in a deep breath.  The reality hit him 
hard.

This wetness, this desire was for him, because of him.  It was 
nearly unfathomable and he had to be sure.  Is this because of me, 
Scully?  Raising his head to look into her eyes he saw her nod her 
head in confirmation.

Yes, this is what I want and I am ready for you.

He sat up, then stood in front of her next to the bed, his eyes 
running over her flushed skin as he slid his pajama bottoms and 
shorts down his hips.  She focused on his erection and he wondered 
briefly if she liked what she saw as she scooted back to the center 
of the bed, her body uncurling and sinking into the soft bedding.  
Jesus Christ on a crutch, she was looking at him with desire, 
holding out her arms and spreading her legs open to receive him.  

In that moment he fully comprehended her love and acceptance of 
everything that he was and that they were together, and he knew that 
if he had to wait seven more years to get to this point it would be 
excruciating, but still worth it.  He didn't have to wait, though, 
because he was here, and she was here, her unguarded sex open and 
glistening before him, and he was FINALLY going to get inside of 
her...

He crawled onto the bed and over her with a look of combined 
ferocity and awe, his eyes holding hers as he lowered himself like a 
tiger to milk, down to drink from her mouth again and again.  The 
passion swelled in him - he would never get enough of this...never.  
He distributed his weight between his knees and his elbows, laying 
his body down on hers, slowly allowing the weight of his torso to 
push her deeper into the bed without crushing her as they both 
sighed in contentment between kisses. 

He was impatient, though, and wanted to feel her from the inside.  
He needed to.  Holding her gaze he reached down and positioned his 
cock at her entrance, easing his hips forward until he was sheathed 
inside of her.  Inside.  They both released their breath and he 
moved out of her, then in, beginning a slow tempo, paying attention 
to what she responded to until he could learn her completely.

"Good," he exhaled with a groan as he looked into her eyes, 
partially commenting and partially asking.  It was beyond good, it 
was...he couldn't think beyond the most simple of words.  Good.  
Hot.  Wet.  Love you.  She was adorable.  He adored her already, but 
as her lover he was experiencing the small, intimate things she had 
kept private - her sweet smile of pleasure, the warm glow of arousal 
in her eyes.  He was growing addicted to the sound of her soft 
exhalations and moans.  She was responsive and passionate but not 
demanding, nor did she shout or claw at him with sharp fingernails 
the way of others he had known long ago.  She was strong, but so 
small - he'd never been with such a small woman.  God, she was so 
tight and his cock throbbed to pound unrestrained into her hot 
wetness.  

He'd never loved anyone with the depth that he loved Scully. 

"God, yes," she whispered breathlessly, her hands running lightly 
over his shoulder blades and down his back as she moved her pelvis 
in a counter rhythm with his.  It was an incredible sensation, the 
friction from the complete inner and outer contact they made as he 
pushed in and out of her.  He was inside of Scully, making love to 
her, fucking her with all of his heart laid open before her while 
her mouth did things to him that made his nipples hard and the hairs 
on his arms stand on end.

Jesus.

After a moment she lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his 
hips, causing the angle of penetration to increase and he let out a 
breath at the feel of it.  "And it just keeps getting better and 
better," he groaned and she smiled, the smile traveling all of the 
way up to her heavy-lidded eyes, shining into his.  

He tried to be gentle in the face of the intense burn he felt for 
her, controlling his thrusting and paying attention to her needs.  
Every so often he would return his mouth to hers and the feeling of 
her tongue sliding against his as he steadily pumped deep within her 
was almost his undoing.  He felt her inner muscles contract around 
him and a surge of moisture follow, knowing that her arousal was 
building, and he moved his hips faster, his strokes becoming less 
controlled in favor of the increased friction within her slick vise-
like walls.

Technique was replaced by instinct, not yet knowing the subtleties 
of pleasing Dana Scully as a woman.  She was all about finesse, 
unbelievably responsive to his touch, and when he found the right 
spot that would finish her off, she slid her hands down to his ass, 
pressing her fingertips into his flesh and gasping, "Right there, 
Mulder."  She was beginning to pant, soft little exhalations puffing 
across his face, catching every so often as her entire body 
stiffened, growing taut as her orgasm built.

He was close to losing it himself, but he held back, hoping she was 
close.  He focused on hitting that one spot over and over and 
suddenly she was there, releasing, her breath catching and her back 
arching and her muscles clenching and undulating around him as he 
watched it all play across her face, the pleasure and the ecstasy.  
She exhaled a soft, high-pitched groan and he held himself still, as 
still as she was, feeling every contraction around his throbbing 
erection.  Her muscles held him tightly as they softened around him 
and she sank down into the bed with her arms and legs still 
encircling him, her hot mouth pressed against his neck.

"Mulder," she whispered breathlessly, her voice laden with emotion.  

It was her utterance of his name that was his final undoing.  "Hang 
on, Scully," he whispered, then he started moving within her once 
again.  There was heat in every place that made contact with her, 
the throbbing increasing until he was unable to hold back any 
longer.  Choking back a sob from the sweet burn, he quickly built up 
the tempo while his breathing labored, letting go, pounding into 
her, giving it all to her.  He felt her mouth, hot and wet, sucking 
on his neck, and then her fingers, her delicate fingers, softly 
tracing over the sensitive skin of his anus.  He let out a cry of 
pleasure and exploded into her, perspiration pebbled on his skin, 
running down and dropping onto hers as his hips pumped along with 
the last of his orgasm until they were both damp, slack and sated in 
the cradle of their shared bed.

She was still wrapped around him as he nuzzled her ear and he lifted 
his head to look at her, her eyes wide and beautifully clear in 
their complete and honest adoration of him.

He was floored.

He'd given her everything...everything.  And she'd taken it, 
accepted it willingly, and gave it back to him.  All of it.  

Scully.

He reached out and reverently moved a stray wisp of hair away from 
her mouth and she ran her fingers through his hair, smiling at him.  
He smiled in return and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her 
sweetly, with all of the emotions still swirling around inside of 
him.

God, he loved her.  And now he knew what it was like to make love 
with her.  To be inside of her.

Oh, Scully.

She returned his kiss until exhaustion began to take hold and he 
begrudgingly withdrew from her, rolling onto his side and gathering 
her up into his arms until she was nearly laying on his chest.  One 
leg was thrown over his and the length of her body, naked and humid, 
pressed against him.

He ran the back of his finger down her cheek, murmuring, "That was 
so beautiful," against her hair in wonderment.  He was still reeling 
from the high of sex, not just sex but GREAT sex, and the 
realization that he and Scully had just become lovers.
 
"Yes, it was," she agreed, turning her face and nestling into him 
with a contented sigh.  "There are no wrong turns, Mulder," she 
mumbled into his neck.  "This is exactly where we're supposed to 
be."

He raised his head a little, looking down at the top of her head 
with warm amusement.  So she had heard his earlier ramblings before 
falling asleep on the sofa.  "I'm exactly where I want to be," he 
replied, placing a kiss into her hair.

She hummed in agreement.  "Goodnight, Mulder," she mumbled, drawing 
in one more deep breath, then her breathing became steady as she 
fell asleep once again, this time in his arms with his fingertips 
drawing light patterns on her cooling skin. 

"Sweet dreams, Scully," he whispered, pressing his lips into her 
hair once again.  He fought off sleep a few minutes more, retracing 
the steps that lead them to this moment.

Relationships change in an instant.  Sometimes in small ways, and 
sometimes in significant ways.  Each incident seems like an isolated 
event at the time, but in fact, all of them are just paving the way 
for the next thing.

No wrong turns.

XxXxXxXxX End Part II of 2, His and Hers by beduini

I can't decide which one I prefer.  Sometimes it's His, sometimes 
it's Hers.  Have an opinion?  Let me know:

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