Anais by JG Harrison

Anaïs, by JG Harrison

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Note: All characters in this story are � of CC, Fox TV, 1013, God, etc. But the story itself is MINE. If I catch anyone tampering, folding, spindling, or mutilating my work, I will sic the Bounty Hunter on you and make sure he pierces more than the back of your skull!!! This story � of JG Harrison.

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Anaïs, by JG Harrison

"Mulder?" Scully walked into the office she and her partner shared. It appeared that Agent Mulder was out, even though an assistant had told her he was in their office.

Oh, well, she told herself, and decided to come back after rinsing out the coffee pot. God only knew how long the pot had sat festering over the weekend. Mulder had, true to character, forgotten about it.

When Scully returned, Mulder was at his desk with Langly, one of the Lone Gunmen-a group of conspiracy theorists-and they were talking to someone on speaker phone.

After putting some fresh grounds into the coffee maker, Dana walked across the room and sat on top of her desk, facing Mulder and Langly. The men were talking excitedly about an alien fetus, apparently found mummified outside of Helena, Montana, that the government had allegedly taken from the scene to study and then destroy.

Scully rolled her eyes and covered her face in her hands. Please not another of those days, she pleaded silently.

She looked up when the man on the other end of the line began disputing Mulder and Langly, who apparently believed the story. "You guys would buy anything with 'UFO' written all over it," said the gruff voice.

Ew, she thought, and regretted her schoolgirl reaction to the voice of Frohike, a member of the Gunmen who had a crush on her. She heard him continue, "The theories you are feeding me are ludicrous!" After a brief pause, Frohike asked, "Hey, Mulder, have you asked your gorgeous co-worker her opinion?"

Scully cringed, and Mulder laughed. Without turning around--or even seeing her come into the room at all--Mulder asked, "Hey, Scully, what do you think about a mummified alien fetus?"

How does he do it? She wondered silently, but answered, "Save it for Weekly World News, gentlemen."

As Mulder and Langly took turns laughing into the phone, Frohike could be heard on the other end protesting, "I don't think that's funny."

Scully shook her head, thinking, It's gonna be another of those days. At least, so far, the week was consistent.

Frohike had hung up, and Langly could be heard, through his laughter, telling Mulder he had to leave. Mulder wished him good luck on finding the fetus, as Scully opened up her PowerBook and opened her field report, the one she would have finished last night if her dog hadn't been throwing up.

As she started to furiously type the last few paragraphs, Mulder had shut the door and gone back to his desk. He sat down and began munching sunflower seeds as he pulled a manila envelope from under the blotter on his desk.

"Hey, Scully," he said, waving the envelope in the air. She looked up, and he tossed it over to her desk. It landed right in the middle of her PowerBook, somehow managing not to erase the whole file.

Scully looked up and caught Mulder with a cold glare. Mulder returned with a sheepish smile.

"Could we try using our indoor manners, Mulder?"

"Aw, do I have to?" Mulder stood up and crossed to her desk in one step. Sitting on the edge, he said, "That's some evidence. Care to guess what it's evidence of?"

Scully answered without looking up from the keyboard. "The effect of gamma rays on man in the moon marigolds?"

"You read too much," Mulder answered, opening the envelope and pulling out a thick folder and three sheets of photos. "Actually, Scully, these files and pictures prove that Langly and I weren't just fooling around. Take a look, Scully. There's no way those could have been faked."

"Unless it was by a professional photographer working for the government," Scully told him after glancing at the photos.

Mulder put the photos back into the envelope, remarking, "I think you've been hanging out with me too much. Anyway, you can bring that with you on the plane."

"Hmm? Plane? Let me guess: we're going to Montana."

"No," said Mulder, taking the envelope back to his desk. "We're going to the moon."

Scully had jaunted home long enough to pack some clothes for the trip, some extra diskettes, and to take Queequeg and his things to her mother's for the duration of her absence. Then Mulder drove them to the airport.

Upon seeing the tickets, Scully saw that Mulder was right--they were going to the moon. Moon, Montana, home of the Incredible Alien Fetus. She quickly finished her last field report, then started a new one for this case.

Putting her PowerBook away just in time for the in-flight meal, Scully checked to see if Mulder had left the bag with the folder on the floor before him. It wasn't there, so she gently asked, "Mulder?"

He was sleeping, and didn't respond. Scully repeated his name three more times, but her partner was, it seemed, a very deep sleeper. How the man could sleep on an airplane was a mystery to her.

Scully tried poking Mulder in the arm a couple of times, which didn't work, either. Finally she leaned back against the window, staring at him in silent defeat, actually trying to will him awake.

When that got boring, Scully found herself studying Mulder's face. While there was nothing about him that stood out--except his hair--Scully noticed things she hadn't seen before. It was strange to really look at someone for the first time...

The flight attendant wheeled by the aisle, and handed Scully a small, old-looking tray. As it crossed over Mulder, he snapped awake, seeing the attendant, and said without being asked, "I'll just have coffee, thanks."

Scully bit her lip to keep from giggling. Of course, she should've known that only airline food could rouse her eccentric partner.

"Now that I have your attention," Dana told him before biting into a bagel, "I'd like to see that folder you have. This will probably be the only chance I have to study it."

Rubbing his eyes, Mulder stood up and opened the overhead compartment, retrieving a black duffel bag. He handed it to Scully before taking his seat again, and as she reached in for the folder, Mulder started to search for a book he was reading.

The agents looked up at each other, smiled, and then Mulder drew his hand away long enough to let Dana get the folder.

As she chewed on a rubbery scrambled egg, Scully read and reread the first page of the file, occasionally scoffing at the paper while spitting out pieces of eggshell. Checking every word thoroughly, Scully made some mental notes about details of the case in relation to what she knew to be fact.

Mulder, meanwhile, was perusing a copy of "The Amityville Horror" given to him by Langly that morning. It was surely the second or third time he'd read it, except he'd recently loaned his copy to the Gunmen so they could point out the inaccuracies of the account in the margin. This was because, Mulder claimed, he couldn't bear to read "Private Parts" in public.

Scully finished reading the report and got out her PowerBook again to add to her field study. As she typed, there was an occasional snicker from Mulder as he took in some of the penciled-in commentary. Peeking over his shoulder, Scully noticed he was laughing at someone's illustration of the puking nun.

As she finished saving the new file, the stewardess came by to collect garbage. Scully handed over her tray and the cup she'd used to spit eggshells in, glaring at the attendant as she did. Then she dropped the folder into Mulder's lap, knocking the book shut.

"Hey--" he muttered, picking up the folder and shoving it back into the duffel bag. Scully just smiled and told him, "Now we're even."

The plane landed in Helena around an hour later. Scully and Mulder were now both engrossed in the Gunmen's edition of the Lutz haunting, Mulder laughing every so often, Scully pointing out, "That is not true" or "That couldn't have happened."

After retrieving the rest of their luggage, the agents went to the rental counter, then went out to their car. Mulder got in the driver's seat and started the car.

"How far away is Moon?" asked Scully as she examined the scenery.

"Maybe a mile or two outside Helena. Oh, I forgot to tell you, we have adjoining rooms."

Scully's jaw dropped, and she exclaimed, "Damn! What happened?"

"It was all they had at the motel," Mulder answered with a shrug. He added, "Don't worry. Keep your door locked, and maybe when I sleepwalk I won't shave your head." He grinned, apparently very amused with that prospect.

"Don't shave my head. Do you know what it costs to find real pigs' blood to wash it in?" Scully returned. Maybe they'd been reading too much of that book on the plane, Scully thought.

The agents settled into their rooms before setting out to Moon, population just under six thousand. Scully drove along the gravelly back roads while Mulder navigated her to the fetus' location.

"What are we supposed to do if we find this, Mulder?" she asked, preparing for whatever weird statement came from him.

With a mouth full of sunflower seeds, he answered, "Hold onto it as evidence of a world-wide UFO cover-up, do some research into its biology, and confront the Pentagon brass with what we find."

"What do we confront the Pentagon with if the whole thing's a hoax? Or what if this thing is real and we end up running for our lives again?"

Mulder was silent, deep in thought, until he pointed to an old barn just off the road. "There," he said, and Scully pulled off the road and stopped.

They readied their weapons just in case, and Mulder produced a small flashlight from his coat pocket, flicking it on as they neared the barn. Almost immediately Mulder was checking the ground around the building, as well as the grass around it and the barn itself.

Scully looked over the doorway of the barn, noticing that the paint looked as if it had been literally blown off the wood. She knew from looking that the barn wasn't more than thirty years old, and if a tornado or very strong gust had done this much damage, why was the house still standing?

Of course, she reasoned, local kids could have knocked it off themselves with--

"Scully!" Mulder called, rushing around the barn to his partner. "I've found something. Come here."

With a last glance at the door frame, Scully followed Mulder to the spot where'd he'd been looking. Bending down, Mulder shone the small beam onto a patch of brown, dry grass.

"Yes, Mulder, it's apparently what Ufologists refer to as a 'crop circle.' So what? It's only dead grass."

"No," said Mulder, shining the light closer to the ground. As Scully knelt beside him, she saw what Mulder had been excited over.

"Oh my God," she whispered as she caught sight of a tiny, dry object that resembled the arm of a very small child.

When the coroner arrived at the barn with a local cop, Mulder had already put the object in a plastic bag, along with some of the grass and soil. While he questioned the officer's previous search of the area, Scully went back to the door of the barn. Not sure why at the time, she scooped some of the chunks of dry paint on the ground. Joining Mulder, she asked the coroner, "Would it be possible for me to run some tests on the origins of the object and the soil?"

The cop responded with a smug, "Sorry, Agent, but our town's coroner's office isn't some lab where you can follow the instructions in a handbook."

Scully looked the man dead in the eye as she responded, "Sir, I am a medical doctor, and I think I'm better qualified to determine the nature of these findings than you or the coroner's office. If you like, I can show you my diploma--"

Backing off considerably, the cop answered, "No, that's fine. Sorry about that, ma'am."

Scully nodded once and went back to the car, followed shortly afterward by Mulder. As he got in beside her, he was laughing softly.

"I think the sheriff's due for some clean shorts," he quipped as Scully pulled out toward the coroner's office.

Incredulous, she glanced at Mulder and said, "That was the sheriff? Thanks for letting me know."

"Hey, he deserved it," Mulder reasoned to her, and she just nodded as she pulled into the office parking lot. Evidence in tow, they entered the building to find out what the "arm" really was.

Two hours later, the tests were still inconclusive despite Scully's efforts. Mulder, waiting in a chair beside the table, looked at his watch and announced, "Midnight. Do you want to try again tomorrow?"

Scully sighed, looking up at her partner, a dour expression on her face. "I don't understand. This appears to be a perfectly preserved ash on the outside. Despite its fragile appearance, it doesn't blow into dust or crumble at a touch. There's no way of telling what exact substance this is composed from." With tired reluctance, she pulled off the goggles and cap, placing them back in her bag. "I guess I can wait until I get back to Washington," she said to no one in particular as she put away her tools and the bags of evidence.

Very suddenly, Mulder stood up, and said, "It can't wait that long, Scully. We don't fly back until the day after tomorrow. What if something happens?"

Scully was taken by the urgency in his voice, but she'd heard the words before. "Mulder, 'what if' is not enough to go on. You've got to stop jumping to conclusions."

"What should I do, then?" he demanded. "If you don't think that arm in there is proof enough, think about all the people who died because they knew too much. That includes me, Scully. They died because of their proof, but that wasn't enough to make everyone else believe. It's funny," he went on, getting his coat, "that these people who don't believe in the unexplained also don't believe that their government has lied to them and killed its own people. How's that for a conspiracy?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He simply left. Scully hurried after him with her bag, meeting up with him at the car. She put the case in the backseat, then

"Genetic makeup of the apparent remains reveal it to be a carbon-based organism, roughly estimated at between one hundred -to- two hundred years of age. All fluids were removed from the body at death, but considering the area it was found in, mummification was not likely practiced by Montana residents one hundred years ago." Scully paused the recorder she spoke into as she noticed something else about the arm. "There appears to be a significant amount of radiation in the limb...as if it stems from the bone itself."

I've had it with this thing, Scully thought. Whatever it is, it gives me the creeps. Stopping the tape recorder, she placed it on the table and began removing her forensic gear.

Mulder had been in the records room looking for documentation of any suspicious deaths that may have been on file in the coroner's office. He'd left quite a while ago, too, so Scully left the lab to hunt him down, first carefully securing her autopsy notes in her case.

Nearly colliding in the hall, Scully met Mulder halfway. "Sorry," Mulder said, then pulled on his coat and told her, "Nothing on record details any account of odd goings-on. I know it's a small town, but I'm sure even Thornton Wilder would like to throw a scandal into this place. It could possibly be a cover-up, though," he added. "I haven't ruled that out."

Smiling, Scully noted, "Of course not." They left the building and headed for the car, Mulder getting in the driver's side.

"What did you find on the arm?" he asked after starting the car.

"More than I did last night," Scully answered. "The arm is around two hundred years old, carbon-based, radioactive, and dried out almost to the point of being astronaut food. The grass and dirt you got was also full of radiation. Some paint samples I picked up at the scene were more recent specimens. The paint was blown off the barn, but the barn still stands." She raised an eyebrow to make her point.

"Coincidence?" Mulder asked, not sounding at all convinced.

"I don't know. Um, I had this dream last night--a nightmare, actually. It was about the arm, but I don't remember it all. I woke up and it vanished, and all I know is I was terrified of the damn thing. Why is that? It's very dead, and rationally it can't hurt me, right?" Scully felt only a little better after this confession, but knowing what Mulder thought could either reassure or dismay her.

After a brief silence, he told her, "You've finally lost your mind from exposure to logic."

Despite his smile, Scully failed to see the humor. "Dammit, Mulder! This isn't funny--not to me, at least. You can go ahead and laugh about it if you want! Doesn't that thing have any effect on you at all?" The outburst was, so far, the most relieving part of the conversation.

Mulder glanced at her, startled. "I'm sorry, Dana," he told her. "I didn't know it was that hard on you. Are you gonna be okay?"

"No," she said in a wobbly voice. "I'll probably be lucky if I ever sleep again." She stared angrily out the window, squeezing her eyes shut to keep any tears away.

The rest of the trip back to the motel was silent, and after parking outside the door to their rooms, Mulder turned to Scully and apologized again. "I really didn't know, Dana, or I wouldn't have made that remark."

"Forget about it. I know. Maybe I just should have told you earlier." She sniffed and opened the door, taking her case from between the seats. Mulder followed her closely as they entered the hall.

As soon as Scully was in her room, Mulder heard her exclaim, "What the hell happened in here!" He opened the adjoining door to find her standing in a pile of trash and sheets in the middle of the bed. Before he could speak, Scully had already gotten hold of the manager again. "Do you bother to screen your maids, or do you walk outside and pick up the first idiot in the street?!?" she yelled at the man on the other end. "Oh. Really. Well, that should give me sweet dreams. I want you to get up here and clean this room yourself, got it, you son of a bitch?" She slammed down the phone and gathered all of her things into her suitcase.

"Where are you going?" asked Mulder as he helplessly watched her.

"I'm gonna sleep in the car," she answered shortly. "You want to know what the maid did in here after I left? Let her boyfriend come in with her! I don't believe this place!"

Mulder stepped in front of her and said, "You aren't sleeping in the car, Scully. You can have my room, and I'll take the other one." "No," she protested. "I doubt if I can sleep anyway." "Dana, take the bed. I'll just spread out in the chair, okay? Don't worry about me. You've got enough to deal with." Mulder put his arms around his partner, slowly rocking her to comfort her.

To her surprise, Scully responded by returning the embrace. Letting him hold her, she pressed her face into his chest, trying not to cry as she slowed her breathing.

It didn't work very well, because she felt the tears roll slowly down one cheek, a sob escaping her body. Mulder still held her, for which she was grateful; but not entirely so.

Gently, he kissed the top of her head, and Dana looked up at him. Returning her gaze, he then leaned to kiss her forehead. As they both realized where this was going, Dana only whispered, "Fox..."

Their lips met slowly, both of them stunned that it was happening. Despite any reluctance, neither of them made a move to stop.

With hesitation that bordered on shyness, Fox began unbuttoning his shirt, and Dana remembered what she'd been thinking that morning. Her eyes followed his fingers with anticipation, until his shirt was, once more, open.

Dana sat on the bed to wait for what happened next. She stared attentively as her partner next took off his jeans, and Dana concentrated on this moment, unconcerned with her previous worries.

Before Fox stripped of his shorts, Dana stood again and pushed the shirt away from his shoulders, then stepped out of her shoes and reclined at the foot of the bed. Once her full attention returned to him, he pushed the cloth down, and finally nude, spread out beside her.

Closing her eyes, Dana sat up and took off her jacket, only to have Fox stop her as she tried to pull off her blouse.

Holding her hands, Fox lifted the garment for her, revealing the same pink bra as before. Timidly, she resigned and let him undress her, pulling the blanket over herself when he finished.

Joining her under the blanket, Fox touched her cheek softly, and kissed her again, pulling Dana closer to his body. He was warm, and Dana let herself become folded into his arms. His mouth had gone to her throat, drawing his lips gently along the slope of her neck. She closed her eyes and rubbed her hands slowly over his shoulders.

Fox had now moved down her body, surprising Dana with quick kisses over her breasts, his tongue gliding occasionally across a nipple. She sighed deeply, realized she wanted to participate more actively.

As Fox came back to her, she kissed him passionately, her fingers searching his skin. While her lips covered his, Dana rubbed hard on his chest, waking his senses. Fox laid beneath her, as if to surrender himself to her whims.

Completely vulnerable, Dana took him, her mouth and fingers exploring his body. She wanted to know with her lips where his heart was beating, wanted to feel the life and touch it with her own. She studied one of his nipples with her fingertips, watching his flesh turn a deep scarlet. Dana laid her head on Fox's chest, her lips barely grazing his ribs. Feeling them rise and fall under her was so wondrous, she thought. When she slowly kissed one swollen nipple, she heard him moan, and felt it from his body.

Turning to his side, Fox let Dana nestle into the curve of his body, kissing her deeply as he gingerly stroked her breasts. His lips pulled from hers and lightly touched her eyes. Dana returned his tenderness, kissing his throat and jaw warmly. He laid back beneath her, submitting to her desires, needing this contact with her.

Lying over her partner, covering him with only her body, Dana continued to draw her lips across Fox's skin. When she began stroking his stomach, her hand drifted curiously down his body, revealing his hard member. They exchanged glances, hesitant at first to take the encounter any further.

Then Dana kissed Fox tenderly, and he knew it was now. Their friendship would intensify with this union, strengthening them both.

Preparing for the consummation, Fox laid over her, and Dana lay bare beneath him. Their bodies entwined, he joined with her delicately. Her slow, ragged breath praised the moment, and Fox could feel her heart pounding near his chest.

Rushed with rapture, Dana's mouth drew near to Fox, opening to cover his lips. Their tongues caught together in a burning kiss that awakened them further. Both of them were enchanted by the other's ardor, driving intensely to fulfill the core of their souls.

In unison, the couple labored to soothe their mutual fire. Sweat covered their bodies, soaked their skin. Dana felt her lover's semen filling her emptiness, feeling as if she might swoon from the sweet aching in her belly. Now all that mattered to Fox was Dana's orgasm.

Utter bliss soon overtook Dana's flesh while he remained inside her, making love to her. Fox pressed his lips to her throat, nuzzling her softly as her body surrendered to his motions. A violent shudder coursed through her muscles, easing the surmounting desires.

By this time, Dana was exhausted, and as soon as she closed her eyes after Fox kissed her once more, she'd fallen asleep.

It was dark when Dana awoke suddenly. She didn't know what roused her, and at any rate, she wasn't completely awake. Trying to remember if she'd turned out the lights, Dana realized what had woken her up: the presence of someone in bed beside her.

Looking over to the bedstand, the clock said it was only a little after midnight. Dana started to recall what happened earlier, and guessed that Fox had put her under the sheets and turned out the light after she'd fallen asleep.

"Mulder? You awake?" she whispered, peering through the darkness to see if he would respond. He didn't reply, and Dana laid back down, her arm over his chest, and she tried again. No response, but for a hand on her arm as she ran her fingernails back and forth across his chest.

"Hi," Fox greeted her as he sat up beside her. Dana was suddenly shy, and she drew her arm back as she pulled the covers closer. "What's wrong, can't you sleep?"

"Oh, well, I was asleep," Dana told him, "but I just woke up. I guess I'm not used to..." she shrugged, letting the statement hang.

"Sharing a bed?" Fox finished for her.

She nodded, and heard Fox as he stretched. "I'm not, either," he told her. They sat in bed for a minute more, before Fox noticed the time. Dana had laid back down, and was trying to get comfortable. She whispered, "Sorry I woke you."

"What are you thinking, Dana?" Fox asked her suddenly as he curled up beside her. Feeling conspicuous, she answered, "What do you mean?"

"Are you wondering how things will be now? Do you feel any different about me?"

Dana sighed. "Should I?" He didn't answer at first, and the silence was so long that she thought for a moment that Fox had fallen asleep. Her assumption turned out to be wrong, as he sighed deeply and slid an arm around her waist.

"I don't suppose you've ever heard that ancient civilizations believed sex to be a way of reaching the gods," Fox told her unexpectedly. "They believed that the union of two bodies was symbolic of a joint spirit. Some cultures had a tradition of watching newlyweds consummate their marriage right there at the alter."

"You're not trying to propose to me, are you?" Dana asked wryly.

Laughing softly, Fox asked again, "Haven't you ever heard of such customs? I mean, look at voodoo. The orgies at the ceremonies weren't just tension breakers for those people. They were seen as a holy ritual."

Curiously, Dana said, "Are you comparing those rituals to us?"

"Think about it," Fox explained. "We are essentially hunters of the supernatural. What better way to strengthen ourselves against the evils of the world than to share our spirits?"

"So what you're telling me," Dana said, "is that all you got out of it was another superstition?" Her voice was tinged with just enough anger to indicate she was upset.

Fox held Dana more tightly, closer to his own body. "I didn't say that," he whispered, close to her ear. "I never intended to hurt you."

"No, you didn't," she whispered back. "I know that. I needed you, but I was just scared and nervous. One of those days." As she finished the sentence, Fox began kissing her shoulder. She leaned back into him, and they stayed there quietly for a few minutes.

Longing once more hit Fox, intensifying with each kiss. Dana turned over to face him, resting her hand on his chest, and their lips met again. She stopped, and asked Fox, "Does this mean our spirits are joined?"

"I'd like to think so," he answered, keeping hold of Dana as she turned back to him. She laid a fing-er over his lips to quiet him, and whispered, "Sealed with a kiss." Fox began to come forward to her, but Dana just pushed him softly back down. Confused, he stayed back to discover what she intended.

Her idea of a kiss didn't involve his lips, Fox learned as he watched Dana descend below the sheets. The understanding came to him just as she settled beside his hips, and the desire surged all the way down his body. It wasn't until he saw her there that Fox knew he was ready again--ready forever, no matter what she meant to do to him.

Dana's tiny lips rubbed over the head of Fox's considerable erection, evoking the smallest of cries from him. Her tongue laced down his ample length, stopping at the base of his rock-hard shaft and trailing to caress the softer skin of his sac. She closed her lips around the edge of one of his balls, causing Fox to let out a distressed sigh as her tongue continued its lazy dance across his skin.

She let his sac fall loosely out of her mouth, a small thread of saliva glistening in the dark. Pushing his legs slightly further apart, Dana kissed Fox's inner thigh, moving up closer to his groin, and let her teeth tread lightly over the sensitive skin. Fox groaned as if he were dying, and absently tousled his friend's red locks as she continued teasing him. It was painful to watch her so close to him like that, but Fox knew that the roaring ache in his penis would be well worth it.

For a moment, her touch fell away. At first, Fox thought maybe Dana was going to leave him this way--maybe this was just a dream. He heard himself whisper, "No, Dana, please... Don't stop, don't stop now..."

It was then that a warm, soft arc fell over his waiting hard-on, and Dana's wet mouth greeting his hot skin was almost too much. Fox realized that she had paused in order to stretch her mouth around his size. His desire for her materialized from his core in a moan, and Dana acknowledged his pleasure with the flicker of her fiery tongue. While she worked his cock in her mouth, Dana's nails dragged over the man's balls.

Her touch was just enough on Fox's aroused skin to send a sharp thrust into Dana's throat, but despite its force, Dana continued to suck voraciously at him. Growing more urgent with the pull of her mouth, Fox felt his hips driving forward as Dana ruthlessly lapped at the base of his stiff penis.

She could feel from the pulsing beneath her tongue that Fox was dangerously close to orgasm, and wondered briefly if she'd be able to swallow all of his fluid. Tasting him was all she could think about as her mouth and tongue devoured him. As if he'd read her mind, Fox moaned once before flooding her mouth with his milky sperm. As she finished him off, his moans grew intense and ragged, finally diminishing along with his erection.

Dana smiled to herself as she returned to Fox's side, listening to him catch his breath. As she fell asleep, she found herself thinking how happy she would be if she could survive on his seed.

Opening her robe, Scully stepped into the shower and turned on the water. She stood for a few minutes, warmth and steam surrounding her, before picking up the flimsy bar of motel soap.

Before she could even rub the bar between her hands, the shower curtain came snapping away from the wall, clanging on the bar, startling her. Almost as quickly, the curtain was shoved back in place.

The next thing Scully felt was a strong hand sweeping her hair up from her neck, and then a hot kiss on the tender skin. Surprised with the pleasure, a cry escaped her lips. The hand left the crimson tendrils, sliding down the arch of her waist and hip, reaching around to brush her stomach.

"Oh, god," she whispered, out of breath, and a pair of familiar lips caressed her ear.

"I never got to thank you for the kiss, Dana," Fox purred, his mouth against her ear as he whispered to her. The sensation of his lips so close to her gave Dana chills.

The hand resting on her stomach came questing down her abdomen, descending over her thigh, and one long finger emerged to fondle Dana's innermost flesh. Just as quickly, it was gone, giving her barely any time to moan softly. She felt his smile against her back, and his finger returned, allowing more friction over Dana's tender skin.

She could have died happy then and there, but when Fox slowly pushed his finger into her opening, she knew she was in heaven. His gentle touch plundered her deeply, moving easily within her slick walls.

After a moment, Fox removed his finger, only to place two fingers back inside her. A shocked cry emitted from Dana, as Fox moved his mouth back to her ear. He whispered ever so quietly, " I want you to reach orgasm in my arms, Dana." Then he licked her ear and turned her head towards his to kiss her, his tongue mimicking the action of his fingers. Dana felt something in her react to this delicious violation, and her body rocked a little faster with Fox's.

There was no holding back now. Dana sobbed aloud, beginning to feel herself let go. Behind her, Fox urged her on. "Yes, Dana, give in to me...I've been waiting all my life to give you this pleasure...let me give it to you now..."

With a long moan, Dana consented to his pleas, shuddering as her body reached its fulfillment. She leaned back into Fox for a moment, then she was barely aware of his fingers leaving her.

Carefully, Fox lifted Dana up against the shelf on the wall behind them, settling her on it as if it were a seat made for her, just level to meet his straining hard-on. Dana, still dazed, felt her heart flutter at the sight of the thick cock poised to enter her body.

With a quiet whisper she didn't hear, Fox pushed slowly inside her, still drenched from her orgasm just seconds ago. He let go of her thighs, hands running up her sides, as Dana engulfed him into her arms and ravished his mouth with hers.

Returning to her hips, Fox held onto Dana firmly as he began to drive into her. The weight of her breasts against his chest furthered his rhythm, and he reached up to hold each one in his hands, squeezing her nipples gently before taking them into his mouth.

From the sounds of her cries, Dana was close enough to coming to nearly slip off the shelf. Fox grasped her thighs again, holding onto her so she wouldn't fall. Dana tightened her legs around him as she pushed forward to meet his hips, until finally her moaning softened to occasional gasps. Just as Dana finished, Fox was ejaculating into her, filling her as though he couldn't stop. When he finally did, he leaned against Dana's shoulder, breathing hard.

"Did you say something before..." Dana whispered quizzically to her partner.

Did he? Fox was trying to remember...

Yes. He had said something.

"You didn't hear me." Fox helped Dana down from the wall, and watched her shake her head in response. "I told you before we started, Dana...that I loved you."

Her clear blue eyes searched across his face before she answered, "I knew that last night, Fox. I knew you did, because I do too."

Fox felt his heart pounding in nervous triumph. He took Dana closer to him and stood with her in the steamy shower.

They returned to Washington that day, but rather than flying back, Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully opted instead to drive back themselves, despite a two-day delay to the Bureau Headquarters.