TITLE: Devil in a blue dress (1/4) AUTHOR: ROz H EMAIL ADDRESS: coolbeansh@email.msn.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: You honor me?just tell me where. SPOILER WARNING: Sixth season to Biogenesis RATING: Just getting to the good stuff. CONTENT WARNING: mind candy good! CLASSIFICATION: MSR/UST/V SUMMARY: Questions are asked which have always been anticipated, but some answers don't require words. AUTHOR NOTES: I remember thinking, that's a nice outfit as Scully knelt down to look at the fragment embedded in the beach on the Ivory coast. It was the softest shade of blue. It was different for Scully somehow, very flattering and lots of cleavage and I started to hum the song 'devil in a blue dress'. The rest came naturally. DISCLAIMER: If Chris Carter sued me, you think he'd give me his autograph? Devil in a blue dress Hoover Building, Washington D.C. Basement Office of the X Files It was Saturday. So why exactly was she at work? More importantly though, where was Mulder? Scully leaned against Mulder's desk with a perfunctory smirk on her face. She looked at her watch again. She had been in the office for an hour now, waiting for her partner who had called her interrupting her potentially relaxing afternoon. 'Urgent, meet me at the office' was all she got. Within an hour she was there, in the empty office. So she wondered, where the hell was Mulder? Without turning she hooked her arm behind her and grabbed the office phone. She dialed his cell phone number without looking just as he walked in. Scully turned around and watched him enter, staring with a slight smile at his ringing chest. "Where the hell have you been?" she asked as she slammed the phone back down. The shock in his eyebrows was apparent, "whoa, sorry to keep you waiting, Scully." He raised a cup holder with two steaming cups. "That better be what I think it is." She took the taller of the two cups. "What was so important that it couldn't wait, Mulder?" "Did you have plans?" She smirked again, "Its Saturday Mulder, I might have." He smiled. Mulder looked Scully over with an unseen, but appraising look. He watched her sip her coffee and the look of delight crossed her face. He chuckled as her eyes actually rolled back and her eyelids fluttered. "Jeez, Scully. Is the coffee good?" She took another sip. "So what gives, Mulder?" Walking over to the file cabinet he rolled open the top drawer and picked out a case file. Scully's shoulders slumped as he began to talk and so went the mundane events of her day. Several hours later 'Blah blah blah', Scully thought to herself as she caught the end of his sentence. "?shall I pick you up before our flight Monday morning?" Mulder handed her the pale blue jacket she had, to his delight, discarded earlier revealing her dress underneath. It was tank style that draped to below her knees in a linen material the shimmered a matching pale blue. He relished the view of her bare, strong arms as he helped her slip the jacket on. He let his hands drift just inches above the soft material as he lowered his hands along the length of her arms. Suddenly everything froze around him as he watched her gracefully move. First with the turn of her head he caught her side profile, the fullness of her lips and her long curled lashes. Her hands came up and straighten the collar of jacket, brushing his left hand, which was aching to touch her. With a dismissive smile she turned to look at him and he caught a breathtaking view of her neck. It sloped down to reveal from his vantagepoint the soft swell of her breasts. Her small gold cross glittered underneath the florescent lights. Tucking several strands of hair behind her ear caused the material to pucker slightly, revealing more than he had ever hoped to see. "Sure, that's fine, Mulder." She mumbled not looking directly at him, therefore missing the entire show of expressions on his face. When she did look up into his face his eyes had fallen across her necklace. He reached over and touched it, straightening its position against the hollow space between her clavicles. Scully's chest heaved at the sudden touch. Mulder made a noncommittal noise, something akin to a 'humph'. "Scully," he asked with a low, grumbling voice. The pitch of it was not lost on her. She rested one hand just below her bustline, holding it there as the other flitted nervously at her side. Her eyebrows perked up, answering him silently. "How is it you never lose this?" She smiled, "Luck, I guess." She gave it more thought, "Actually, I suppose I have you to thank. You always seem to find it for me." "Your faith or your cross?" His head had dipped low to look at the golden pendant. Small, thin and delicate but luminescent in its meaning and appearance, much like what he thought of his dedicated partner. His eyes had flickered up to capture her in their powerful gaze. His eyes danced across her face, her hair and then back down to the necklace. "Both, Mulder," she said tenderly. Mulder looked into her eyes and made the 'humph' noise again. "What?" "I was just wondering." He said wistfully. "About?" He took his fingers off her necklace and gently ran them down her throat, skimming them softly over the pulse in her throat to the tip of her cleavage. His face was so close she could feel the warmth radiating from him. It was an almost painful sensation. She watched his mouth open and his lips wrap around the words escaping them as he asked, "I was wondering why it's taken seven years for this moment, Scully." ************************** So leaving at that moment probably wasn't the right thing for Scully to do, but due to the recent turn of events?namely Mulder 'leaning' on her, it was her only option. It was a moment she had been waiting to happen, or rather finish happening since that summer night in his hallway. It was, however a moment that pained her especially when she thought of how Mulder dismissed her misgivings (to put it lightly) about Diana Fowler and it forever hung over her head. There would be a time when the pain of that would be faded enough she figured, when that happened she'd let Mulder back in. Regardless whether she wanted to feel that lazy warmth of Mulder's wants and needs, the rift still needed to be fixed. Scully thought deeply as she let herself into her apartment, the door clicking softly closed behind her. The day was lost into the night as she walked in a trance to her lampshade and reached out to flip the switch on. Of course she never made it that far. A hand grabbed her upper left arm and slammed her back against the door, her hip hitting the doorknob and blinding her momentarily with pain. The light flicked on. Dazed and then shocked, Scully left her guard down a moment too long. Lo' and behold?Alex Krycek. Her dilemma with Mulder was quickly put onto the back burner of her mind. He grabbed her by the wrists with his right hand and dodged Scully's knee that immediately flew upwards. With a disapproving look he silenced her with a prosthetic finger to his mouth and softly spoke. "I'm not here to hurt you, Agent Scully." With a grimace, "At least not any further?" A small Krycek smile. "I come in peace, Agent Scully." Then he released his grip on her hands slowly. "Then you must not have any business here, Krycek and you should be on your way." He pulled away from her, but still stood well within her personal space, which put Scully deep in thought. 'There are only two things in this world I want and one is personal space, even with Mulder, the other would be a decent support bra, but then you can't have everything, can you?' "I just came to ask you something, Agent Scully." Her eyes flickered with an unresponsive answer. Krycek half grinned and asked, "I was just wondering, when was the last time you were properly fucked Agent Scully?" End of Part One TITLE: Devil in a blue dress (2/4) AUTHOR: ROz H EMAIL ADDRESS: coolbeansh@email.msn.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: You honor me?just tell me where. SPOILER WARNING: Sixth season to Biogenesis RATING: In the Bible belt, this is punishable by death. CLASSIFICATION: MSR/UST/V/Slash (not quite that shocking though) SUMMARY: Part Two of Devil?and the question is asked?When was the last time? AUTHOR NOTES: This isn't going to be a 20 parter?depending on the feedback we'll see how long I can keep it going. But I gauge my work on my own attention span (hardee har har) so bear with me. DISCLAIMER: If Chris Carter sued me, you think he'd give me his autograph? Devil in a blue dress Part Two "I just came to ask you something, Agent Scully." Her eyes flickered with an unresponsive answer. Krycek half grinned and asked, "I was just wondering, when was the last time you were properly fucked Agent Scully?" 'Jesus, have I ever been?' Scully thought for a moment. She actually considered the question before remembering who was asking it. Her face recoiled with disgust (or was is curiosity?) "Go to hell." A full grin now. "Mulder not giving it to you right, Agent Scully?" She sighed heavily, "I always figured you to be an intellectual, Krycek?a rat fink intellectual, but a smart guy just the same. Just cut the frat boy mouth and tell me what you want." "An honest answer to an honest question, Agent Scully." He stood still well within her personal space, his features betraying the elation he was feeling. Was it making her uncomfortable, he wondered or maybe just a tad curious. Scully dropped her head back against the doorframe. His eyes were dark and practically setting her on fire. She hasn't had a man look at her like that for years, at least a man that wasn't Mulder. Krycek certainly wasn't Mulder and it was that thought that stopped her, giving her that sobering effect that let her answer slip quietly from her lips. "A long time, Krycek. A very, very long time." He didn't think she'd answer, and despite the coldness that spread inside him like a virus, he felt surprise well up in him. She was beyond words, her beauty. She was no angel, glistening in the stars above, but he knew a good looking woman when he saw one and from the moment he saw her it was a constant thought. And a redhead too, no wonder Mulder cherished this one more than the others. He himself had watched her from afar and tonight, for no other reason than it was convenient for him, he decided to explore Mulder 's obsession. So when those soft, ruby lips opened up and answered with just short of an invitation, the surprise caught him off guard. He leaned in close with a predatory look, the smile fading from his face. "That seems hard to believe, what with Mulder so close to you." She flushed at the tone of his voice and thought to herself, 'what the hell was she thinking doing this. One moment its Mulder touching her in places she dreamed about just the night before, like every night and then she's here practically suggesting to herself that she sleep with the enemy just because he brought up a good point'. It was during this long thought when she felt Krycek's lips on her neck and if she wasn't mistaken (because its been a long time she reminded herself) a noticeable bulge pressing into her stomach. X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X* Maybe the moment he was referring was not the first. This dawned on him as he watched Scully back away with such sudden force that she banged against the door. The 'moment' had come and gone almost a year ago and within that year he managed to damage any chance he might've had with Scully. It was many incidents culminating to what had to be the pinnacle, the cherry on top, and the grand pooh bah of his stupidity. Trusting Diana Fowley over Dana Scully. All this occurred to him as Scully murmured an apology and left, the door swinging open not letting him forget that it was he she was fleeing from. He caught the door with his left hand and swung it back closed. Fox Mulder stood staring at the door with a decidedly beaten look on his face. She would not want to talk to him or rather he would not want to face that kind of humiliation again, even though it was well deserved. She would want her space. A lot of space. So why was he parked in front of her building? Why was he gripping the steering wheel as if it were a bucking bull ready to throw him off? Why wasn't he listening to his inner voice that was telling him 'leave, leave right now!'? He looked into the lit window and then back to the dashboard. Window. Dashboard. Fight. Flight. Hit. Stay. It was going to be embarrassing, maybe more for him than her. With a flinch he grabbed the car door handle and opened the door. He stood in front of her door for minute. Then he turned to leave. He stopped himself and stood again directly in front of her door. With a color expletive he gave in and raised his hand to knock the door when it suddenly bulged outward at him and he heard it. A moan, a distinct Dana Scully moan. "Sc-?" He started. The look on his face, if it hadn't been for the seriousness of the situation would be comical. Mulder's mouth had parted with confused wrinkles of frustration creasing up his forehead and around his eyes. His raised hand held shoulder level stopped mid motion. From the other side of the doors came the noise again accompanying more creaking of the door. 'For the love of god' he thought to himself. His arm went lax and it gently grazed the door in a half knock of sorts. The creaking stopped. Mulder's expression smoothed suddenly. With a deep breath he poised his right hand again to knock when he heard a soft click of the door unlocking. It opened revealing the flushed face of Alex Krycek. X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*XX* Scully saw it coming and backed away from the range of the door as soon as Krycek opened it. With a slam of the door, just missing Krycek's face, Mulder pushed in the door with such force he put a hole in the wall next to the doorframe with the doorknob. The gust from the door swept the sweat glistened hair from her face as she backed up against the doorframe. She looked from Krycek to Mulder and what she saw there settled any bets about this being quite possibly the worst night of her life. Mulder lunged at Krycek, grabbing him by the collar and turned to throw him out of the apartment. He threw him so hard it knocked the air out of Krycek and he watched him slide down the wall dazed. Mulder then turned to Scully, she half leaned against the couch covering her mouth with her hand. He took in her appearance. Her hair was disheveled, pressing against her forehead with sweat. Her jacket was off and on thrown haphazardly on the couch behind her. Her low tank top dress revealed soft red welts on her neck and collarbone and the bottom half of her dress which swayed at her ankles was wrinkled to the waist. Her lips were swollen and red. Mulder turned back to Krycek who was slowly picking himself up off the ground. 'Don't smile. Don't smile. Don't you fucking dare smile,' Mulder thought to himself. Krycek saw the murderous look in Mulder's now dark eyes and saw the warning. Mulder took two long steps and was within inches of the other man's face. He didn't have to say anything. Krycek slid against the wall with a look to Scully in the apartment and walked away. Mulder walked back into the door to Scully's apartment without looking at her. He closed the door and locked it. He turned and looked at her. She should all but a have a tattoo on her ass with Mulder's name on it. It angered and repulsed her but she was scared just the same. She was a grown woman and she could do whatever she wanted, with whomever she wanted, but she was still scared. With a sigh she pushed the hair out of her face, turned and faced Mulder looking him deep in the eye daring him to say something. Which he did. He took a couple steps closer to her and looked down his nose at her. With a thick, disgusted tone he spoke. "You fucked him." "But good too, Mulder." X*X*X*X*X*X*OUCH!*X*X*X* End of Part Two TITLE: Devil in a blue dress (3/4) AUTHOR: ROz H EMAIL ADDRESS: coolbeansh@email.msn.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: You honor me?just tell me where. SPOILER WARNING: Sixth season to Biogenesis RATING: Harmful if swallowed CLASSIFICATION: SMUT/SLASH/UST/GOOD CLEAN SEX SUMMARY: Questions are asked which have always been anticipated, but some answers don't require words. AUTHOR NOTES: Part three of Devil in a blue dress series. Oh, I realize I made an error in the layout of Scully's apartment. In the Eddie episode it looked as if there was a couch by her front door, but in earlier episodes the front door opens to the kitchen and then the living room. I'm going on the assumption that the latter is more current. The front door that leads into the living room. With the kitchen to the left, the couch is right in front of the door. X*X*X* Also in regards to the path this story is taking. I'll be honest with you, I'm ashamed. I know where this story is going and quite frankly I feel awful about it. Let me try and explain. I suppose in all of us there are two closets. One we take from to dress ourselves in our day to day normal life, then there's the other closet (not that closet-not that there's anything wrong with that closet). The one with the wonder woman short pants hung haphazardly on a wire hanger, the one with the artificial rubber neck we use to look at car crashes, but most importantly the one with the trap door to the Dark Side. I've gotten feedback (which is most appreciated) that has expressed an interest to see the latter closet and ashamed though I am, I feel a need to try on those hot pants and take a walk on the dark side. I know you can dig it. DISCLAIMER: If Chris Carter sued me, you think he'd give me his autograph? Devil in a blue dress Part Three So, it wasn't so much what he said, but with what body part he was using to convey that message. As Dana Scully was pressed up against the front door of her apartment, another thought crossed her mind, 'there is a lot to be said for the sensation of a hard penis pressed into your midsection'. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as she relaxed in his rough embrace. Alex Krycek was having his way with her and damn it, she liked it. His hands were creeping down the material of her ankle length dress, pressing the skin hard enough to bruise. To Scully surprise she pressed her hips forward and moaned, causing Krycek to gather up the material of her dress till it was waist high and he pressed his hips against her, pinning her unmercifully to the wall. Suddenly guilt rose up in Scully. 'Mulder' she thought. Today she finally got the answer to a question asked long ago from Mulder. She felt the gentleness of his touch and the sincerity of his words as he gently ran his fingers down her throat not less than an hour ago. She saw the raw emotion in Mulder's eyes and it frightened her, actually it pained her. Scully looked into his eyes and saw love there, but she could not separate that look from the intense look he gave her defending Diana Fowley, a name and woman that would haunt her personal relationship with Mulder forever, or at least part of her forever. She loved Mulder, after seven years of almost constant contact, seven years of friendship and partnership she could not help the feelings she had for him, but it was his mere touch that brought the feeling of betrayal to her heart and that was something she could not tolerate. So there she was, pressed up against the wall by Mulder's mortal enemy. Krycek was to Mulder what Diana was to her. No, the irony was not lost. As Mulder sat contemplating Scully's want for space out in front of her building, Scully felt the distinct pleasure/pain of Alex Krycek. His lips seared her neck as he dragged his kisses up her neck and he captured her lips with his. His hand grabbing her hips painfully as he thrust his groin hard against hers. Scully felt her hands blindly grope for the buckle of his belt, undoing that and then slacks he was wearing. He gnawed his teeth at her neck as he pushed at her panties, not even bothering to slip them off, but pushed the cotton crotch to the side. Their breathing came heavy now as she gripped his engorged goodfellow and he unceremoniously lifted her legs up and around his hips, entering her with such force she cut off a scream of pleasurable pain. With her legs wrapped around his waist he pushed inside her, first slow but hard, gauging her expression of his actions on her face. They looked into each other's eyes and what Scully found there gave her no comfort, but sent her reeling with lust as she took in the realization of just who was fucking her senseless against the front door of her apartment. She grabbed at his neck and digging her nails into scalp and she relished the look of pain that crossed his face. His pace picked up and Scully felt the inevitable burning from below and she let out a low, guttural moan. His face tightened, as he felt her tighten her muscles around him, her body tensing with a rhythm that sent him exponentially closure to his end. With his right hand he grabbed the delicate skin at her throat and kissed her savagely on her mouth, stealing away her breath as she gasped with delight. Kissing her he reached for her breast and squeezed suddenly, singling the ending stretch of their coupling and as he thrust hard once against her, the door creaked loudly with force. Again she held back a scream that turned into a blood-warming moan behind her clenched teeth and he thrust hard into her again, coming hard in her. Scully dug her nails into his shoulders as she silently came when she suddenly heard a faint knock at her door. Released from Krycek, Scully slid slowly back down as they stared at each other, thinking the same thing. Mulder. X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X* Moments later Scully watched Mulder and Krycek out in the hall. Krycek took one look at her and slithered away. The disgust of her actions pooled silently in her stomach. As Mulder turned she looked away and listened to him swing the front door shut and lock it. Again the guilt rose up in her, this time mingling with fear. With a sigh she pushed the hair out of her face, turned and to Mulder looking him deep in the eye daring him to say something, which he did. He took a couple steps closer to her and looked down his nose at her. With a thick, disgusted tone he spoke. "You fucked him." "But good too, Mulder." She watched the anger flush up into his face and his body become rigid. He was silent a moment more. His intense scrutiny was angering her further. "And I have nothing to explain to you, Mulder." Still he was silent. "You have no right to stand there and judge me, Mulder," she said as her blue eyes stared coldly at him. What was she saying, she thought to herself. Guilt held no bounds now and it was strangling her slowly with each word. He had every right, every unspoken right to stand there now and demand an explanation, to demand something from her and she knew it. "Well, Mulder?" She asked angrily. "I was just wondering." The softness of his voice was a dark contrast to the tone of her voice. "Was that all it took?" "What?" Her eyebrows crinkled. "All what it took?" "You went straight from the office to here. I was practically behind you. Did Krycek take in minutes what I've been waiting patiently for years?" "Take? Krycek didn't take anything." A cruel smile crossed his face. "Oh so it was that easy for him?" Her hand came up and slapped Mulder hard across the face. "You're slapping me?" He asked incredulously. "That was a long time coming, Mulder." The rage she flew into was beyond her understanding. Of course she's shot Mulder, but she had never felt the urge to strike him. The desire to do it again was teetering on the edge. "A long time coming." She turned away from him and headed for her bathroom. Four long strides and he was behind her. He grabbed her left wrist painfully. "MULDER!" "I'm only stating the obvious, which is you FUCKED the rat and you're slapping me?" He tightened his grip on her wrist. It surprised him that he enjoyed it when she flinched slightly. Scully pulled on her wrist and with her other hand slapped him again. He grabbed that wrist and he yanked her forward. "Had I any idea it was just a matter of taking, Scully this would' ve happened years ago." 'This would've happened' rang in her ears. She pulled against his hands only to be rewarded with a painful squeeze. She was definitely going to be bruised tomorrow. This wasn't supposed to happen this way. Krycek wasn't supposed to happen though yet it did. "Let go of me, Mulder." Scully was trying to sound intimidating but with Mulder pulling her closer and closer, her voice was loosing its biting edge. "Are you really that easy, Scully? Oh wait, there was Philadelphia. That should've been a tip off." Scully surged forward, momentarily confusing Mulder and planted her knee so far up his groin he was sure he felt it vibrate off his teeth. He let go of her and hit the ground in a heap. Scully turned again to the safety of her bathroom when she felt Mulder's hand close around her ankle. He jerked on it and it sent her flying flat to the ground. Mulder was crawling up her body, pressing her to the floor when he uttered painfully, "I don't get it Scully." He gasped to regain some composure from her attack. "I wait seven years and all I get is two slaps and a kick to the nuts, but you give it to Krycek first?" "What's the difference Mulder, you gave your trust to Diana, what does it matter what I give to Krycek?" She yelled into his face. She thought if she ever talked to him about Diana she would cry but she felt no tears. There was nothing but pure unadulterated anger. Mulder stopped, "Diana? What does she have to do with us." "There is no 'us' Mulder. There hasn't been for sometime and I guarantee there never will be." "You don't believe that." "Yes Mulder I do. Now get the fuck off me!" He did. He slid off her and sat down. "Do I mean that little to you?" His shock was evident. "You meant everything to me, Mulder. As much as I thought I meant to you." "You are everything." "Then why did you choose her?" "I didn't." "You called her, Mulder. Not me. You called her for help, when it used to be me you called." "But she wasn't the one I wanted in my bed for the past seven years." 'Now that's enlightening', Scully thought to herself. X*X*X*X*X*X*X* End of Part Three TITLE: Devil in a blue dress (4/4) AUTHOR: ROz H EMAIL ADDRESS: coolbeansh@email.msn.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: You honor me?just tell me where. SPOILER WARNING: Sixth season to Biogenesis RATING: Keep away from children CLASSIFICATION: SMUT SUMMARY: Welcome to the dark side. AUTHOR NOTES: Part Four of Devil in a blue dress. I'll be perfectly blunt, this is NOT a love story, but it sure was interesting to write I'll tell you that much. Enjoy. Devil in a blue dress Part four It annoyed her. 'It' being her sitting on her living room floor having to explain what shouldn't have to be, to Mulder. 'It' being the tension that was constant and overflowing between them. 'It' being the obvious leap over the line of professionalism she spent years building and trying to maintain between them. 'It' being the fact that she had sex with another man, evil doer Alex Krycek, to get even with another, Fox Mulder her partner. It annoyed her that she cared enough to have revenge sex and that she just didn 't have sex for the fun of it. But it was his words to her that annoyed her the most. "This Diana obsession is really starting to get on my last fucking nerve, Scully." They had ended in a heap in front of her fireplace after he tackled her to the ground. There was a heated exchange about her sexual romps and she had asked why he picked Diana Fowley over her. He had countered that it was in fact her, not Diana that he wanted in his bed. Which was too little too late. "So that wasn't her that picked up your phone that day before you admitted in the psych ward?" "I don't remember much of that, Scully. You know that." "Did she tuck you in, Mulder?" Her voice mimicked sarcastic innocence. She curled her legs underneath her and cocked her head to the side as she plastered a nasty smile on her face. "Were you all wrapped up like bugs in a rug, Mulder?" Mulder reached out and grabbed her wrists, yanking her forward. He spoke directly into her face. "So you resort to retaliatory sex just to piss me off?" "Fucking Krycek wasn't about you, Mulder. Me fucking anyone," there were allusions there that were not missed on Mulder's part, "isn't always about you." This was of course a lie, a lie she told herself over and over again as Krycek pounded into her, a lie that, as all lies, that led to the inevitable truth. Mulder's grip on her wrists tightened slowly. He was breathing quickly through his nose and staring deeply into her eyes. Her left eyes crinkled as he applied more and more pressure to her wrists. They would for sure have bruises in the morning, but he didn't care. Her delicate, white skin seemed tainted now with remnants of Krycek reeking from her. All he had ever wanted from her was now tainted it seemed. His jaw clenched he lifted her up off the floor and pushed her in the direction of her kitchen. Scully stumbled against her kitchen table. He slowly walked towards her and she saw the predatory look in his eye. "It's never been about me, Scully." He kept walking till she backed up against the wooden kitchen table. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her roughly towards him. There was no mistaking his actions or the feel of him. "Let go of me, Mulder." She railed against him as he held her so tight the air was squeezing out of her. "Although its been about me and what I wanted from the Xfiles," with one arm around her waist, he reached over her pushing arms and down into her tank top dress, grabbing hold of one of her breasts with his other hand. "But it has never been what I wanted from you." She flailed against him now, hating him for taking it from her and hating herself for wanting him to take more. "It's not that easy, Mulder. Its not yours for the taking." "I never thought it would be easy, Scully. I wouldn't have this any other way." And with that he released her breast and spun her around. She hit the corner of the table as he shoved her forward against it. "But I won't take seconds, especially seconds from what Krycek had." He grabbed her wrists again as Scully fell forward against the wooden tabletop. She suddenly felt the coldness of handcuffs. She heard one click around one wrist and he leaned forward on top of her, across the width of the table to encircle the other cuff through the slats of her kitchen chair and clicked the other cuff on her free hand. She was horizontal with the tabletop, her feet barely touching the ground. She pulled against the cuffs, but she had no leverage and she fell flat again onto the tabletop. "Mulder, you fuck. Take these off!" She turned and looked at him over her shoulder, her hair was disheveled and covering her eyes. There she was, handcuffed and angry enough to spit. He stepped back and looked at her in a long pale blue tank dress that swayed deliciously at her ankles. She was his devil in a blue dress. What he did next made her matching blue eyes go wide. He grabbed her hips and pushed his crotch against her ass. He heard her inhale quickly. She could feel his erection through his clothes. The dark jeans and matching black shirt that showed off the muscles in his arms and chest. It was a warm night in Georgetown so no trademark leather jacket was near by, but the fact that he looked like a dark angel come to claim her soul for the devil made her bite her lip as he pressed against her. She felt him reach down for the bottom of her dress, his chest pressing lightly into her back and she watched him as he ran his hands up the back of her legs as he drew it up slowly. Mulder relished the feel of her skin against his fingertips. He drew his nails along the backs of her thighs as he gathered the material and pushed it up over her perfect, petite ass. No underwear as he expected, which made it all that much easier. He reached forward and underneath her with his left hand and the fingers of his right searched for the center of her legs. She pushed against him as the right hand found the sweet spot. Through clenched teeth Scully hissed at him, "Stop, Mulder." "You don't want me to stop, Scully." He circled the infamous button to her pleasure. He teased all around the candy like button. "I don't want to stop anyway." He pulled his left hand back and undid the button of his jeans. "Mulder," she couldn't help the slight hitch in her voice. She didn't want him to stop; there was no kidding anyone about that anymore. She pulled against the cuffs as she pressed her forehead against the coolness of the tabletop. She could hear him unzip his jeans and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. "Mulder not like this." "Well, not the way you think, at least Scully." He pulled himself out and touched her center, rubbing the tip of his engorged goodfellow up and down. "Not the way you had it with Krycek." That made her stop. She turned to look at him as he leaned forward and pushed up her dress to expose her back. He ran his tongue from the base of her spine up. "Not the way??" Then it hit her like a jackhammer between the eyes. "Mulder no!" He nodded at her with a sly grin. "Mulder not like that, I've never done that." "That's the point, Scully." Then he entered her. Scully pulled so hard at the handcuffs that the pain from the metal tearing her skin was nothing compared to Mulder tearing her. He wasn't taking seconds; he was forging new territory as he fucked her, literally, from behind. But the pain was exquisite and she felt him fill her completely, as every muscle in her back seemed to spasm as he pumped slowly once. Then pumped again. Mulder had only once taken a woman that way and it had actually been by accident. It all tends to get slippery down there. The experience had been quick, but one he wanted to repeat again. It was tight, warm and just a little painful, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever done in his life. He listened to the whimpered grunts from Scully as her entire body tensed with luxurious pain. She pulled herself forward and her hands gripped the chair so tight her knuckles were white. She turned her head and tried to speak, "Oh, Mul?der" was all she could get out. Her face was tight with bitter lust. Mulder started to pump faster. The sensation was a hundred times stronger and he felt himself come closer and closer to the edge. Through a clenched mouth he moaned, "This?this is?about me?Scu-," he lost his words as an intense wave of physical sensations washed over him. They were both moaning loudly now. He grasped her hips and pumped wildly into her. The table started to move underneath them as he dug his nails into her skin and started to come. He pulled out and finished himself onto the floor beneath them. He fell forward and leaned over Scully. She turned to look at him again, her breathing deep and quick. She jiggled the handcuffs at him. He reached up and undid one, releasing her from the chair. She planted her feet on the floor and pushed up. He stood back and looked at her as he pulled his jeans back up. With the hand cuffs still dangling from her right hand she looked at him and she pushed the hair out of her face, her dress dropping back down to her ankles. Then she balled up her fist and hit him dead in the face. The metal of the cuffs caught his lip and it split open. He stumbled back and his hand covered his mouth. He pulled it away and looked at the blood on his hand from his mouth. He smiled. 'Touch." Scully stood there with a profoundly deep look on her face. It had all started with one question, 'when was the last time she was properly fucked?' One thing was for sure, she'd have a good story to tell the next time someone wanted to know. Hoo-boy, did she ever. X*X*X*X*X*X Thanks for reading ~ ROz