Precious Moments by Piper

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**WARNING**-This is the sequel to "Precious", and while I would love to say that you don't need to read that one, it would probably make more sense to you if you did, because it picks up where the other left off. BE WARNED!!! It is rated either R or NC-17 (because it's not as bad as some I've read but it's not as innocent as others ;) ), so please, if you are underage or easily offended by descriptions of romantic, sexual love between Scully and Mulder, turn back now!! Anti-romantics, this means *you* =)

**DISCLAIMER**-Still don't own them....if I did, they would be married by now, and all this ridiculous controversy between us and the anti-romantics would be a moot point ;) and we could all just move on with our lives...

**This one is again for Cheryl, cuz she's my bestest friend in the whole world, even if she didn't think I would ever actually write something like this. She also came up with the titles, and I thank her for them, because I probably wouldn't have ever come up with one myself....Okay, Cheryl, what's the title of the next story gonna be? Cheryl tells me that she likes it, but since she's kinda biased, I need outside opinions....

Precious Moments by Piper

Scully raised herself up on tiptoe to better reach his searching mouth, sliding her arms around his neck to give her easier access. He tightened his hold on her waist in response and pulled her up higher, her toes just barely brushing the floor.

"Scully," he groaned, lifting his head slightly to gaze deeply into her eyes, the rasp of his breathing loud in the hushed room. He almost lost the rigid hold he was keeping on his control when he saw her passion-clouded eyes and bemused expression, and the realization that he was doing that to her gave him a heady rush of power. With a muffled moan his mouth settled down on hers again. Her sweet response was his ultimate undoing.

In a maneuver which elicited a surprised gasp from Scully, Mulder swept her up into his arms, his mouth never lifting from the sugary promise of hers. Her laugh smothered against his chest, he carried her ceremoniously into her bedroom, and, pausing by the side of the large bed, he allowed her to slide lingeringly down the front of his body. The touch of his hardened frame against hers sobered her quickly, sending a thrill of pleasure through her small shape.

"Mulder..." she whispered longingly, her hand coming up to stroke the line of stubble darkening his jaw, which was giving him a slightly rascal-like look. He closed his eyes slowly, pressing his cheek firmly into the pressure of her palm. He hesitated, unsure of what to do, wanting her to make the next move so that he could be sure that she wanted this as much as he did. Then he felt her other hand, which had resting lightly on his arm, slide up to the knot of his tie, and she began to loosen it.

His eyes flew open and he stared down at her, hardly believing her actions, and was amazed at the beguiling smile that painted her beautiful face. An answering smile crossed his face as she pulled his tie free with a flourish and moved on to the buttons of his shirt, never breaking eye contact. Pulling his shirt out of his trousers, she slipped it off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor by their feet.

Scully felt her mouth go dry as she was confronted by the sight of his chest, presented to her in all its bare glory. She had seen him shirtless before, when she had had had to play doctor with him when he was hurt, but never in the way she really wanted to. So she wasn't quite prepared for the rush of hot desire that flooded through her as she saw him now, knowing that his nakedness was all for her.

"Oh, God, Mulder," she breathed, the tiny pink tip of her tongue appearing as she tried to moisten her suddenly chapped lips. The flame in his hazel eyes grew brighter at her tone, and he was moved to action, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of her cream-colored blouse, sliding it off her helpless body as he succeeded in his attempt. He ran a gentle finger along the edge of her white satin bra, his lips curving in satisfaction as he noted the increased raggedness of her breathing.

"This is pretty," Mulder murmured, fingering the lace that framed the soft slope of her breasts.

"Hmmm..." she answered. "I thought so. I bought it with..." he voice trailed off shyly, uncertain if she wanted to finish her revealing sentence.

He glanced up, surprised to see her blushing delicately. "What?" he questioned, amused.

Scully's blush deepened, turning her face a delectable pink. "I...I bought it with *you* in mind, wondering what you'd do if you ever saw it...and what you'd look like when you did..."

"Yeah?" he drawled, causing her to smile as he drew out the syllable. "And how do I look?"

"Impressed..." she whispered back, eyes twinkling.

"Hell, yeah, I'm impressed," Mulder groaned, dropping to sit on the edge of the bed and burying his face into the warmth of her skin. "I'm more than impressed. I'm..." he paused, searching for the right word, "...speechless."

"Yeah, I'm sure," she mocked gently, affectionately running her fingers through his ruffled hair, a feeling of contentment sweeping over her as she cradled him in her arms. They remained locked together in their tender embrace for long moments, caught up in the cherished moment of closeness, comfortable enough to allow the quiet serenity to last until they were ready to take that next step.

Turning his head slightly, Mulder pressed a gentle kiss to the curve of her breast as his fingers slipped behind her back to the button of her skirt, unfastening it. Pulling the zipper down, he slowly pushed the material down off her hips, letting it pool to the floor around her ankles. Scully stepped forward a little, coming to a stop between his knees, and kicked her skirt back and away.

She stood motionless in front of him, clad only in her lacy bra and underwear, a bit uncomfortable under his close scrutiny. An unfamiliar feeling of self-consciousness swept over her, and she fidgeted, drawing him from his contemplation, lifting his gaze to hers.

"Scully, you're..." Mulder smiled; a slow, reassuring smile that calmed her frazzled nerves, but at the same time held such promise that she felt an answering tingle shoot through her body, heat pooling in her core. "...beautiful." His arms slid around her waist as he fell back onto the bed, pulling her down on top of him, his smile changing to a devilish grin.

Scully, startled by this precarious new position atop his prone body, gave a suprised yelp, struggling for a moment to restore her equilibrium, but Mulder's hold was too tight, effectively blocking her movements. She gave in with a muffled laugh, propping herself up on her hand, elbow firmly planted in the middle of his bare chest, and gazed down at him, the fingers of her other hand entangling themselves in his hair.

"Mulder, you are so..." she sighed affectionately, trying to find a word which would fit him.

He peered up at her scrawled across his chest, knowing that this moment was right, positive that he had never been happier, wanting this moment to last forever.

"Spooky?" he supplied, his forehead wrinkling in a mock-serious expression.

Her only reaction was to raise a finely arched eyebrow at him, but he saw his own amusement mirrored in her blue eyes, which soon darkened as her gaze moved down to his mouth, and she reached out a trembling finger to run it along his full lower lip.

"I was thinking more along the lines of...*sexy*," Scully whispered, her voice roughening on the last word. Passion flared in his eyes at her husky tone, and he groaned, crushing her down into his arms, his mouth finding hers hungrily. He tangled his fingers in her red hair, keeping her pressed to him as the kiss became more and more wild, and they both lost all control.

Mulder flipped her over, reversing their positions so that she was the one looking up into his face, which was harsh with ravenous desire. With trembling hands he pushed her fiery hair back off her face, his eyes searching her familiar, precious features.

"I've been waiting for this, for so long," he told her, his voice gruff with emotion, hardly able to believe that it was all finally happening, afraid that if he made a wrong move, she would disappear in a puff of fairy-dust, and he would be alone. Again. But she was real, and she was there, driving all the darkness away, and he would never be left alone, as long as she was by his side. All the lies and the denials and the facades were behind them now.

Scully merely smiled, her expression hinting at hidden promises which had gone unspoken for what seemed like forever. Mulder started as he felt her hands, which had been resting lightly on his sides as he remained braced above her, slide around to the front of him, to the button fastening his trousers. Never removing her gaze from his, she slowly, tantalizingly, undid his pants and pushed them down off of his hips. He lifted himself off of her slightly, kicking his pants off and shoving them to the foot of the bed where they fell, unheeded, to the floor.

Clad only in his black silk boxers, he came back into her warm embrace, her arms sliding around his neck to give her the leverage to bring her mouth to his. Mulder brushed his hands over her silken skin, tracing the delicate bones which lay just beneath the surface, his lips curving as she shivered in reaction. Pressing tiny butterfly kisses along the length of her collarbone, his hair brushing her chin as she tilted her head back, he nuzzled the softness of her breasts, causing her breath to catch painfully in her throat. Tracing along the lace edging of her bra, his searching fingers found the small front-clasp which kept her hidden from his gaze. Hesitating, he glanced up at her, silently asking her permission to proceed. Scully felt her eyes fill up with tears as his consideration touched some hidden well-spring of emotion, and she slowly nodded her consent, gifting him with a beautiful smile of encouragement that flooded his darkened soul with sunshine.

Drawing a ragged breath into his suddenly air-starved lungs, he slowly unfastened the clasp, pushing the bra off of her prone body, his eyes lowering to watch as she was revealed to him. He stared down at her for a long moment, and Scully felt a wave of self-consciousness sweep over her as the seconds stretched out. Was he disappointed that she wasn't more like those plastic Barbie-doll types that he so loved to watch in those 'movies' of his? She had never worried too much before about the fact that she wasn't overly endowed, but now, resting uncomfortably under his close scrutiny, she couldn't help but feel as if she was in some way lacking; that she wasn't what he had been looking for, that she wasn't pretty enough, or voluptuous enough, or....

Mulder raised his eyes from his contemplation of her soft breasts, and a slow smile spread over his face, quickly putting her fears to rest. "Oh, Scully," he groaned appreciatively, drawing a relieved smile from her. Dropping his head down, he slowly kissed his way across the smooth skin burning under his lips, sending shivers all throughout her body as he found his way to the aching tips, lingering there for long moments, making her cry out in pleasure as he drew them into his hot, wet mouth. Her fingers began to trace lazy circles across the sweat-dampened skin of his back, and as she stared down at the familiar dark head that was pillowed against her chest, she knew a longing so piercing, so consuming, that she was almost drowning under the sheer force of it.

"Make love to me, Mulder," she whispered. "Now."

He barely paused in his slow rhythmic suckling as her words penetrated his passion-clouded mind, his slim fingers sliding to the last tiny scrap of material that separated her flesh from his, pulling them down her legs before throwing them to the floor beside the bed, his own rapidly following as Scully pushed them off him with her toes. The illicit sound of naked skin rubbing against naked skin was wildy erotic to their primed senses, sending both of them into a wild frenzy. Mulder's caresses became less controlled, less gentle as he heard the rough rasp of her breathing, and his shaking hands slid to the juncture of her thighs. He began to tremble as he felt the heat that awaited him there, and, lifting his head to once again capture her sweet lips with his, he lost the last shred of control he had ever possessed.

Scully's hands had hardly been idle; they had slid to his hips, pausing to caress the soft skin there before moving on to his back, teasingly scratching her nails down the length of his sides as he shuddered in reaction, then on to his chest, rubbing her fingertips across the muscled plane, smiling at his response when she found the flat nipples hidden there. Now, as Mulder moved to position himself in between her spread legs, she slipped her fingers into his soft hair, sealing his mouth with hers, keeping her body pressed firmly against the length of his.

"Unnnhhh..." she moaned as he found her entrance with unerring aim and slipped inside with one hard thrust. He buried his head in the curve of her neck, pushing her knees up so his efforts would be more effective. She gasped her appreciation for his thoughtfulness, her hands twisting in his hair, flinging her head back against the pillow in delirious abandon. He rocked slowly against her, his movements growing more and more out-of-control with each deep thrust. His rough groans blended with her soft whimpers, the bed creaking in rhythm with the passionate motion of <<< Continued to next message >>> their bodies. Scully felt the precipice racing to meet her as his hand slid between their straining bodies to force her to completion first, and she gave in with a muffled scream, her voice breaking on his name, her breath catching painfully in her lungs.

Mulder had intended to hold back, to allow her to reach fulfillment before sending her there again, unselfishly denying his own needs in pursuit of her happiness. But the sound that she made as her climax crashed over her, the way she breathlessly moaned his name, the feel of her nails raking sensuously down his arched back, drove him straight over the edge, and he surrendered with a shout, his body jerking spasmodically against hers. Scully had recovered slightly by this point, and she began to urge him on with soft, naughty promises whispered in his ear, her fingers slipping off of the sweaty skin of his back.

He collapsed, drained of all strength, against her tingling body, his face tucked into the spot where her shoulder met her neck, his breath slowing. She embraced him, running her hands over his cherished form, reveling in the feeling of contentedness that overwhelmed her, causing her to try to comprehend why they had fought this for so long. It felt so right, this new intimate relationship that now existed between them, and Scully wouldn't have traded it for the world.

Mulder surfaced slowly from the dazed stupor that had consumed him to the vivid awareness of her soft body underneath him, of the rapid beating of her heart beneath his, of the gentle rise and fall of her chest that lifted him slightly as she breathed in and out. Removing his head from its cozy nest, he stiffened his arms alongside her, rising up and starting to pull away. With a murmur of protest she tightened her arms around his middle, preventing him from moving. "Stay..." she whispered.

"I'm not crushing you, am I?" he questioned softly, smiling tenderly down into her flushed face. "You're so tiny..."

"Yeah," she began, her eyes twinkling impishly. "And you're so *big*, huh, Mulder?"

"Why, Agent Scully," he laughed, delighted at the easy banter that was flowing between them, letting him know that little had changed. It had only gotten better. "Exactly *what* do you mean by *that*?"

"Use your imagination, Agent Mulder," she teased back.

Mulder turned onto his side, pulling Scully securely into his embrace, allowing her to snuggle happily against his chest. He heaved a heavy sigh of contentment, rubbing his hand up and down her arm, before surprising himself and Scully by yawning loudly.

"What is this, Mulder?" she grinned affectionately at him, her fond gaze caressing his features, a warm spark lighting her eyes. "Are you getting old on me? Or did I tire you out?"

"HA!" he challenged, pushing her down onto her back, looming menacingly over her. She smiled, not intimidated by his rough tone in the least, sliding her fingers into his tousled, damp hair. "If I have anything to say about it, then it's gonna be a *long* night for you, Dr.Scully. Then we'll see which one of us is 'tired out'."

"I can't wait, Mulder," Scully sighed, as his head began to descend, spreading warm kisses across her tingling skin. "I can't wait."

His muffled laughter was the last thing her stunned senses processed before the pleasure swept her up into its clutches again, the warm glow of their love spreading over them. There were still difficulties that needed to be faced; realities that lurked outside the closed bedroom door, but in that precious moment, there was only the two of them, pleasantly lost in a new world that held so many promises for them and their future.

THE END.