Things to Hide by Annabel

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INTRO: Alrighty, this is my moment of creativity... So if you ever see another story by me, it'll be a miracle. *chuckle* This is the first story I've really ever written that's fiction, and definitely my first fan fiction, so I do need feedback. But I do have an idea for a sequel, maybe, and another story altogether.....

These pictures really do exist, though. If you want to see them, they're at: (a list of ancient invalid URLs with not even the domain name, just the IP address of the server...) I've tried to guess the images and inserted them into the story below. - x-sites.

DISCLAIMER: If you don't know who created the show, what the heck are you doing reading its fanfic, huh?

Things to Hide by Annabel

His nose was nuzzling her jaw line as he kissed the column of her throat. She could feel him start to lick a path from her Adam's apple to her ear, his hands running down her sides to grasp her hips and pull her closer to his heat. She reached for his arms, tilting her head to help him in his task.

When she heard the crunch of gravel instead of his moan, and felt the steering wheel instead of the light sprinkling of hair on his forearms, she mentally chided herself for daydreaming again, and righted the car onto the road. Losing herself in daydreams wasn't uncommon for Dr. Dana Scully, Special Agent, but daydreaming about her partner was quickly becoming dangerous. Although she knew she had strong feelings for him, and often ventured far enough to wonder if she was in love with him, she also knew he only thought of her as a partner and best friend.

She pulled up in front of her apartment building and smiled as she walked to the front door, wondering if Mulder realized that beneath her business suits and trench coats, she wasn't as innocent as people might believe. After all, not everyone knew her as the Ice Queen.

She unlocked the door to her apartment and tossed her keys onto a nearby table. As she shrugged off her coat, she fondly remembered her friend's insistence on getting her to model, and her insistent refusal. She knew she was too short, and that Ahab wouldn't approve, so she kept the whole thing a secret. But in order to finally quiet her friend's pleas, she consented and spent an afternoon at a studio to make a portfolio that no one would see. She had her hair and makeup professionally done, and was impressed and slightly awed by the studio that her pictures were to be taken in.

One set was a bedroom scene with a bed with white covers and an iron frame back dropped in white, and the other was of a dark background and trees. She was excited by the thought of posing in a black bra and matching panties for the bedroom scene, but she was jumping out of her skin to pose in a vinyl catsuit with an FBI badge and her handcuffs for the latter. It made her feel like she could still be an agent and be sexy. And in the end, she was proud that her pictures turned out so well, but refused to allow her friend to send it to any modeling agencies. And although she was proud of her pictures, she kept them locked in the bottom left drawer of her desk at the office. Mulder wasn't the only on with things to hide. She knew it would be safe there, no one had the key but she and Mulder, and Mulder had an understanding that her drawer was not to be tampered with.

Scully went to her bedroom and kicked off her shoes, moaning in relief as her aching feet loosened and relaxed. She shrugged her coat off and hung it up in the closet. Next, her gun harness was laid on the table. She reached for her purse to take out her cellular phone and cursed when she found it missing. She backtracked through her day to try and remember where she could have left it, and realized that it must be sitting on her desk at the office. She checked the time and silently prayed that Mulder would be working late. She walked over to her home phone and dialed the cellular phone's number.

10:18pm
Mulder's Office

Mulder was busy trying not to go crazy with all the paperwork he had left to the last minute. He cursed the gods that made Scully such an efficient worker, but quickly thanked them for making her Scully. He started wondering what the mole on her upper lip would taste like when the sudden ringing of a cellular phone startled him into reality. He knew it wasn't his own phone, but wondered where Scully's was, knowing that no one else could have left a cell phone in their office. He got up from his desk and walked to Scully's carefully. He subconsciously considered it sacred and hated to disturb it. He deduced that the ringing was coming from her locked drawer and debated for a minute if he should open it and answer. Considering that it kept ringing even after several minutes, he wondered if it was an important call and pulled his keys from his pocket. He grabbed the phone and answered, "Scully's phone."

"Mulder." Scully sounded relieved.

"Scully, are you all right? Why's your phone here?"

"I'm fine, I just forgot it, that's all."

"Do you want me to bring it over?"

"No, that's okay, just keep it safe and give it to me tomorrow morning. You're the only one who calls me on it anyway." Mulder chuckled and agreed, trying to convince himself that he wasn't disappointed at her refusal.

He was about to shut and lock her drawer when he spotted the top of what appeared to be a picture of Scully. He could only see a white background, but he could see just enough of a shock of red hair to spark his curiosity. He nervously picked up the pack of pictures, and hastily decided against looking at them and put them back when he glanced at the first one. His jaw slackened and he felt himself grow painfully hard when he stared at the photograph. He was right, it was a picture of Scully, but what she was doing was enough to feed his fantasies for years. His Dana Scully, so reserved and proper, had thick, black eyeliner on, her hair styled, and nothing but a bra and panties on. It wasn't just what she was wearing though, her lips were parted and she was looking into the camera seductively with her eyelids partially closed as if in arousal. She held one arm across her breasts and rested her hand on the opposite shoulder, pushing her chest up until her breasts were almost spilling out of the bra that was covering them.

Mulder stared at the picture for an eternity, placing it into his eidetic mind. He still remembered the first case they worked on together, when he saw her in as many clothes, but she was too frightened beyond her wits to know what she was doing to him. In the picture, she looked like she knew exactly what effect she would have on any man, and some women, that saw the picture. He flipped to the next picture and the next, placing them all into his photographic memory. He actually caught himself before he moaned aloud and reached for himself to relieve his tension when he saw the first picture of Dana in her black catsuit, the zipper pulled down enough to show her cleavage.

When his vision started blurring from lust, he dropped the pictures and ran out of the office.

Scully's Apartment
11:21pm

Scully was stepping out of the shower when she heard a knock at the door. As she cinched her robe's belt around her waist, she called out, "Who is it?" But when she heard a nasally voice answer, "It's the Wine-of-the-Month Club," she glanced back at her dresser where her gun was resting before she stood on her toes to check the keyhole. Instead of seeing a crazed psychopath though, she saw Mulder, and really wondered just what the difference between the two was.

She opened the door and gave him The Look. The one that said, "What do you think you're doing, Mulder?"

Mulder grinned sheepishly and said, "Hey, Scully, I brought you your phone," practically shoving it in her hands.

"And an alcoholic beverage, I see," Scully said, pointing to the bottle in his hand. "What's the occasion?"

Mulder glanced at the bottle in his hands and gave it to her. "Nothing, I just felt like talking."

Despite the unconscious raise of her eyebrow, she said, "Well, come on in and have a seat then." Giving him one last look, she went to the kitchen to open the bottle and grab two wine glasses.

"Alright, Mulder, what's really going on in the mind of yours?" Scully asked, handing him a glass of wine.

"To tell you the truth," Mulder hesitated, "I'm having some problems with the woman in my life and I need some advice."

Scully felt a sudden and unexpected twinge of jealousy. She managed to maintain her composure, but could feel a part of herself starting to tear apart. "Umm, sure, Mulder, what seems to be the problem?"

Mulder look at his hands and slowly started, "Well, I really like this woman, but I'm not sure if she likes me. . ."

"Mulder, this sounds a little adolescent, don't you think?"

Mulder looked up into her eyes and said, "Scully, when I'm around her, I feel like an adolescent. Like a nervous, goofy teenager." He saw her raise her eyebrows at his answer and look into her lap. They both felt more than a little awkward by then; Mulder because he wanted to know what Scully was thinking, and Scully because she was upset at his admission and he was staring intently at her. She could feel the blush starting to creep up on her face, and prayed that Mulder wouldn't notice.

"Can I ask you something, Scully?" She mentally shook herself, tossed her hair out of her eyes and looked up.

"Sure, go ahead." She was expecting him to ask what a good approach would be, or what she thought of the whole thing.

He stared into her eyes and held her gaze as he asked, "Why did you let him get so close?" She frowned in confusion. Was he talking about Ed Jerse? Then like a lightning bolt, she realized what he was talking about.

"Well, Mulder," she cleared her throat. "He came over and brought a bottle of wine. . . He charmed me and I guess I fell for it." She shrugged and took another sip of wine, not wanting to meet his eyes and tell him the real reason. That she had been waiting for Mulder to want her for four years.

He stared at her as she stared at her hands.

"When I saw you sitting on your couch, with him leaning over you," she snapped her head up when he paused, searching his face. He looked down, but slowly looked up at her as he said, "It made me jealous." Her eyes widened slightly in shock. She refused to get her hopes up just yet. Her eyes were screaming, "What are you trying to say, Mulder?" "Scully. . . haven't you realized yet?. . . I was talking about you."

Mulder watched as Scully closed her eyes, her face flushing as she turned away. She could feel the couch move as he leaned in closer, and felt his breath in her hair as he moved to whisper in her left ear. He ran his hand through her hair and fingered the end of a lock as he breathed in her scent. His breath was hot as he blew in her ear before he whispered, "I want you."

Her breath caught in her throat and her chest heaved from the sudden lack of oxygen. She kept her eyes closed, and for the first time, she realized that she was still in her robe while he was wearing a tee shirt and jeans. Realizing that she was that vulnerable was extremely surprising, yet incredibly erotic. His left hand dropped the lock of hair to cradle her head, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin in front of her ear, his other fingers splayed in her hair. He nudged her closer to him, his mouth nuzzling her jaw as he took a deep breath. He brushed his mouth gently across her lips, and felt her open her mouth slightly. His mouth hovered over hers until he felt her tongue trace his lower lip. Groaning loudly, he leaned in to kiss her, and felt her hands slide down his chest to his waist. Her hands moved under his shirt at the same time that her tongue entered his mouth, causing him to gasp and wrap his arms tightly around her.

"Oh my God," Mulder thought as he groaned. The electricity she was making him feel was putting him into a frenzy that he had never experienced. He silently prayed to the gods he didn't believe in that he wasn't dreaming, and tried to pull Scully closer, almost as if he wanted their bodies to meld into one.

Scully was first to break the kiss to pull his shirt off. When Mulder realized what she had done, he stopped her from kissing him again. Both were panting heavily, but Scully was looking at him with confusion in her eyes. He held her shoulders and stared into her eye. "Are you sure?" That Mulder would restrain himself to give Scully a chance to back out made her smile. Mulder sighed in relief and cupped her cheek. Not breaking their eye contact, Scully nuzzled his hand and turned her face to kiss his palm. As Mulder leaned in closer, she closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss. But her eyes flew open when she felt him softly kiss her cheek and pull her into a hug. She hugged him back, feeling her heart swell with an unmistakable feeling of love for him. They both moved to rest against the back of the couch, their arms wrapped around eachother. Scully's head was resting in the crook of Mulder's neck, his chin resting on top of her head.

Mulder kissed the top of her head, and when she lifted her face, he claimed her lips again. She raised to her knees and faced him as they kissed, and reached for his jeans. Carefully unbuttoning them so she wouldn't touch him, she pulled them off with Mulder's help, leaving only his boxers. Scully leaned back, pushing Mulder back down to the couch when he tried to follow her, and pulled off her robe. She could see his eyes darken and his breathing alter visibly.

Mulder reached for her and kissed her more hungrily, feeling her breasts brush across his chest. He felt himself harden almost painfully when Scully moved to straddle his legs, but he moaned and couldn't help but break the kiss when she sat on his erection through his boxers. And he really couldn't help it when his chin dropped to his chest as Scully sat back, grinding herself onto him. He was moaning loudly by then, his breath hitching.

Scully rested her head on Mulder's shoulder, licking and kissing from his neck to his ear between moans as she moved her hips in circles. She ran her fingers through his hair, raising his head slightly, and kissed him, her tongue entering his mouth and moving in time with her hips. When Mulder's head lolled back and his hands grasped her waist, she suckled his earlobe and heard him say, "Oh God, Scully. . . Dana, stop. . . please. . ." She answered him with a moan and grabbed his upper arms to help her move on his hips as she dragged her breasts across his chest.

Mulder was going to have to stop Scully if he didn't want to embarrass himself. What she was doing felt so good that he was almost willing to let himself get caught up in what she was doing to him. Almost. When he felt her hardened nipples moving across his chest, he grabbed her arms and forcefully pushed her until she lay underneath him, his erection pressed against her intimately, his face buried in her hair. He restrained himself from moving, trying desperately to regain his self control.

Scully could hear Mulder's labored breathing over her own, and could feel his hardness against her, but chose to keep still, knowing he wanted them to come together. After several moments, she felt his mouth moving against her collarbone, his lips burning the hollow of her throat. He started to trace his lips down to her breasts, but Scully placed her hands on his head, stopping him.

"Mulder, please. . . I'm ready. . ."

He looked into her eyes and saw her need blazing back at him, mirroring his own. He felt her hand take his and place it against her heat. She closed her eyes and arched her back, breaking the eye contact and pressing herself against him more fully. He dropped his head and gently thrust two fingers into her, feeling how ready she really was.

"God, Scully, you're so wet."

Dana opened her eyes and said, "I want you," as she started tugging his boxers off.

He swiftly pulled them off and laid back down on top of Scully, his body stretched over hers, his weight resting on his elbows. He gently smoothed the hair away from her face as he entered her, eliciting a moan from both. He stopped when he had reached her hilt, pausing to revel in the sensations. He rotated his hips, making Scully groan and dig her nails into his back. She retaliated by clenching and unclenching her inner muscles repeatedly, forcing Mulder into submission.

He gasped, "Where did you learn to do that?" but started moving in and out of her before he got a response. Scully moaned and arched her back, trying to wrap her legs around Mulder's waist. He felt what she was trying to do and smoothed his hands down her sides to her legs. He grabbed her legs behind her knees and slid them on his shoulders, thrusting forward at the same time. Scully's eyes closed from the feeling and she buried her face in the couch. She clutched at his ass, frantically trying to speed his movements.

Mulder was taking his time, trying to make their first time last, but the way she was digging her nails into his ass to urge him on was starting to work. He started to move faster, his eyes focused on her to see what she liked. He watched as her head lolled helplessly back and forth on her couch. He could feel his control snapping from the things she was making him feel. He could smell their arousal. He could taste her lips. He could hear her moans and sighs. He could see that she was close to her finish. And he could feel her tightened grip on his ass.

She was so close. She felt it building up inside of her like a geyser that was ready to explode. She also felt Mulder's eyes on her, watching her, waiting for her own release before he would let go. The very thought of him denying himself for her was arousing beyond words. She wasn't in ecstasy because of the sex. She was in complete and total ecstasy because she was having sex with someone she was in love with. She was making love and she knew it and hoped to God he knew it, too.

He sped his movements to try to bring Scully her release. His eyes slipped closed from the pleasure he felt as she writhed beneath him. But when he felt her inner muscles start to contract involuntarily, he forced his eyes open and met her gaze, each wanting to see the other when they hurtled off the precipice. Staring into his eyes, she started bucking beneath him from the strength of her orgasm, groaning loudly and bringing Mulder his release. He cried out at the feel of her muscles milking his length, emptying himself inside of her, riding the waves that threatened to take his consciousness.

She slid her legs off his shoulders and felt him collapse on top of her. She was stroking his hair softly as they both tried to steady their breathing, feeling the love for him swell in her heart. As her breathing steadied, and it became harder and harder to stay awake, she felt him shift their bodies so he spooned her with his arm thrown protectively across her stomach.

When Scully finally slipped into the unconscious state of sleeping, Mulder whispered something in her ear, hoping her subconscious would understand and remember.

"I love you."