Rites of Passage
by Angela Boone

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RITES OF PASSAGE
X-Files Erotica
By Angela Boone

DALLAS TX, AUGUST 23, 1996

The small blonde leaned further toward the window, fully aware that the man inside was too occupied to notice her. The blue light of the television deepened the lines in his face and the blinking clock on the VCR reflected red in his eyes making him seem possessed. His breathing was harsh and rapid and his eyes never strayed from the filth on the tube. She could see the title on the video's box: "Slippery when Wet." Smut she thought, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of one slender arm.

When he slipped his hand into his underwear and guided his erection out, her smile was much too broad. Her hand tightened unconsciously around the piece of stone she held even as his enclosed his stiff penis. Her breathing quickened in time with his strokes and she bit her lip when his moans began to mingle with the video soundtrack. Come on, dammit. As if at her urging, the man's paced quickened and his head, open-mouthed, rocked back against the recliner. Her eyes glittered and she watched intently as abdominal skin began to peel back and his sighs of release turned into a wavering scream. That'll teach you, teacher.

FBI HEADQUARTERS WASHINGTON D.C. AUGUST 24

"Fertility rites?" Scully rolled her eyes. "I know there are some, well, unusual circumstances around these murders but, please Mulder." "No, really. I think the exhibit of South American fertility symbols the museum is compiling is the place to start." Mulder looked back into the file as if it would somehow confirm his suspicions.

Scully sighed. "It is so hot in Dallas now." She regarded her partner's passive face and reached for the phone. "I'll book our flight."

DALLAS TX, AUGUST 25

The heat was overwhelming when they walked from the air conditioned terminal to their waiting rental car. "I told you," Scully said, unlocking the trunk for their bags.

Mulder pushed his bag into the back of the grey Stanza and slid into the passenger side. He moved the seat back to accommodate his long legs and buckled his seat belt. "Where to first? M.E.'s office or museum?"

Scully removed her peach jacket before getting in and immediately cranked up the AC. "I'd really like to get a look at the bodies."

"I bet," Mulder shot her a side ways look.

"Ha ha." Scully checked her directions and pulled the car into traffic.

The morgue was as cold as the Texas summer had been hot and sweat chilled Scully until she replaced her jacket. They followed the lab assistant through the white halls, their shoes tapping different rhythms on the floor.

"Hell of a thing," he said. "The last guy they brought in was my high school science teacher. I sure never saw him like this before." The assistant's smirk wasn't answered in either agent's face. "Here we are," he said leading them into a room on the left. "Your cadavers are in these three drawers."

"What about the fourth?" Mulder asked.

"You mean Dr. Davis? That was ruled natural causes. His body has already been turned over to the family." He handed Mulder the paperwork and left.

Mulder passed the papers to his partner before reaching for a drawer.

"Why did he do that? Why did he give you the papers?" Scully asked, irritated.

"It must be that 'good ole boy,' thing, Scully. Don't let it bother you." Mulder slid the sheet-covered body out. The tent formed in the center of the cadaver was immediately apparent. Scully pulled the sheet back and revealed the face of a silver-haired gentleman and the cause of death.

"Ray McGehee. Hmm, ear to ear," she observed, pulling latex gloves out of a wall dispenser, "He was a pretty handsome man, if you like older men." She pushed one manicured, rubber covered finger into the wound in his neck. "Almost through his vertebrae. He was the first?"

"No, he was the third, if you count Dr. Davis," Mulder answered.

"That was ruled a natural death."

"Have you examined many corpses with enormous woodies?" Mulder regarded her as she bent to examine this one.

"It's not really that uncommon. Besides, men have been known to have heart attacks during the sex act, Mulder. Geez, he was big!"

"There was no sex act, Scully. Davis was watching a football game. None of these men were engaged in sex, at least not with anyone else."

"Well, maybe he had a thing for cheerleaders." Scully recovered the body and slid the drawer closed before popping the gloves off her hands. She retrieved another pair before opening the second drawer. "Scully, there were no body fluids besides blood found at any of the scenes, not male or female. And except for the high school teacher all these men were involved with the museum or archaeological community in general. Ray McGehee was curator of the exhibit, Mark O'Quin," he indicated the tented sheet in front of them, "was a tour guide, and Dr. Davis was the local chairman of the funding committee for archaeological research."

"Strange coincidence," Scully said, and it was Mulder's turn to roll his eyes. Scully checked the label on the drawer against her papers. "This one was the tour guide, victim number two, if you count Davis," she smiled at Mulder. "Younger than Mr. McGehee," she checked her notes, "32, but also a fairly handsome guy. A wide wound, large blade, piercing front chest wall, cardiac muscle, and exiting," she pushed him onto his side, "in the rear between the fifth and sixth ribs."

"And another porno hard-on," Mulder finished.

Scully finished and changed gloves again while Mulder opened the last drawer on the last tented corpse. But when Scully pulled the sheet back, both agents gasped. The teacher's intestines were wound around h= is rigid penis.

Mulder blinked. "I think I'll go on ahead to the museum, Scully."

"OK. I'll take a cab to the hotel. I'm going to run some tests."

Mulder was grateful to step back into the heat and shake off the image from the morgue.

The first observation Mulder made after being directed to the rooms the exhibit was being compiled in was the smell. It smelled exotic Mulder thought. not the typical musty museum smell. He approached the person bent intently over her work. She straightened gradually at the sound of his steps and turned. Wow!

"Uh, Miss Lentz?" He extended his hand.

The petite blond laid down the tiny brush and smiled. Great teeth, Mulder thought. "Agent Mulder. I'm Sandy Lentz."

"Miss Lentz. I guess you were expecting me." He stood awkwardly, feeling distinctly aware of the inappropriate response his body was having. "I'd like to ask you some questions about the exhibit."

"Certainly, if you think it will help. Call me Sandy." She flashed him another dazzling smile. "Do you really think the exhibit has something to do with the recent deaths?"

"Just a hunch," he tried with little success to wipe the stupid grin off his face. Why can't I concentrate on this? "I'm a little confused. I thought the South American cultures were male dominated. Why would a society like that have fertility symbols?" He was doing a little better now.

"You are mostly correct, Agent Mulder. The peoples who produced these artifacts lived in a warrior society. But they also raised crops, and," she paused to emphasize her point and sweep a loose tendril of hair behind one shell-like ear, "they had to replace populace lost to battles with the other tribes. As far as we've been able to discern, these artifacts were used in rituals to promote the successful conception of tribal members. Our research indicates that the birth rate soared following these rituals."

"Were sacrifices involved?"

"No, that would've been counter productive, wouldn't it? A waste of seed." She smoothed her skirt slowly and Mulder's eyes followed her hands. "Would you like to see some of the artifacts?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned and walked toward the door. He followed diligently behind, watching her ass roll gently under the flowing cotton skirt.

Although there were other pieces in the room, she stopped at a tiny stone statue cushioned in foam and he reached out to pick it up. Sandy's sudden firm grasp on his wrist was electrifying. "Don't touch it, please." She laughed gently and released her grip but let her hand rest on his arm. "The oils on your skin could be damaging." He stared at her and felt a sudden need to adjust his boxers. "Uh . . ."

She leaned toward him until her breasts were resting on his arm. "Agent Mulder?" She whispered and he realized the exotic aroma was coming from her. Not perfume. It's her smell. He inhaled deeply and she smiled again. God, what incredible eyes she's got.

"Agent Mulder?"

"Uh, yes, Sandy?" At least he had managed an answer this time. "If you put gloves on, you can touch it." She turned and he felt the residual heat where she had been touching him begin to fade.

"Thank you," he said. Taking the gloves she offered, he thought Oh, boy. It's been a while and she is a real knockout but come on. Get a grip! He forced himself to turn and pick up the statue. A small round woman filled his palm. Plain brown stone. The smiling face seemed at odds with the enormous toothy vagina. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Sandy. "She's a little scary. This inspired men to copulate?"

Sandy's husky laughter echoed in the small room. "Stimulated them to incredible potency and made the women irresistible. Supposedly. The legends say success was a matter of life and death."

"In what way? I thought you said sacrifices weren't part of the ritual."

"Not to insure it's success, and not really sacrifices. But death was the punishment for failure. Or for disrespecting the ritual."

"For the women too?"

"Oh no. This was the one time women were really revered. Wombs were irreplaceable. There was always more seed." She gently took the little idol from him and laid it back in it's case. He looked at her hands and noticed for the first time she wore no rings. At least I'm not lusting after a married woman. "So the seed was only for procreation?"

"The seed was to be deposited in the women. The legends weren't more specific than that." I can think where I'd like to deposit some seed, Mulder thought. And in the next thought, What is the deal with me? It's like I'm going through puberty again?

"Is there anything else, Agent Mulder?"

"I wanted to ask you about the men who died."

"Ask away."

She sat down and crossed her shapely legs. Agent Mulder took the only other chair in the room to hide the bulge in his pants and began to question her.

"It's about time you got here," Scully said testily. She snatched her bag from his hand and went back into her room. "I've been dying to change out of these sweaty clothes." She opened the suitcase and pulled out fresh slacks and a sleeveless silky, shell. "I found some interesting things." She disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Mulder walked to the open suitcase and fingered her clothes.

"Mmmhmm. Me too," he said and was surprised to catch his reflection in the mirror. A leer? What is wrong with me? He purposely sat down away from Scully's bag but found himself watching her shadow under the door.

Scully stepped out of the bathroom looking crisp and freshly washed. "Those men had had sex."

Mulder leaned forward. "How?"

"Whu? . . . I don't know how, but they had no semen, no sperm in their testicles. None! Not even a base amount you would expect immediately after an ejaculation." She tucked in the little shirt and looked at him for a response.

*Look at the way that shirt outlines her breasts.

"Mulder, hello?"

"No semen. I heard."

"Did you talk to Sandy Lentz?"

"Yes." He grinned again thinking about the interview.

"Mulder? What is with you?"

"She's quite a woman. She did have professional connections with the men who died. In fact, she even had a class with the dead teacher years ago."

"Seriously? Sounds like a suspect."

"No, I don't think Sandy could've been the killer. She's very petite. I don't think she would have the strength to do what was done to those men. Maybe a disgruntled admirer, though."

Scully stared open-mouthed. "A disgruntled admirer? What happened to fertility rituals? No semen, remember? What happened to paranormal explanations?" Scully paused in her rant. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing, she just didn't impress me as a killer." Scully stared at her partner. Is he hot for this woman? "Mulder, tell me what you learned about the exhibit." He seemed to be a little more like himself as he recounted the details. The more Scully heard, the more strongly she felt Sandy Lentz was a plausible suspect. Maybe acting= out the ritual somehow and cleaning up the bodies afterward. When Mulder finished, he stood and turned to the door.

"I think I may have been off base on this one. I'm going to hit the hay. Goodnight, Scully." As he closed the door, she looked at her watch. 8:45. "What the hell?" she asked the empty room.

AUGUST 26

Over breakfast Scully argued her point. "Look, Mulder. I reread her file last night, and I don't care if you and the police agree that she's much too much of a lady to be involved in this. She had a motive for killing Dr. Davis he refused the funding that would've allowed her to go on the dig. She probably thinks she would've made the discovery herself if she could've gone. And Ray McGeehee turned her down for the Director of Artifact Acquisitions job."

"You said yourself Dr. Davis had a heart attack natural causes. Now you're blaming Sandy. Beside, what would her motives have been for the other two deaths. What is with you?" Mulder sat back in his chair and narrowed his eyes. "Are you jealous?"

"WHAT!" Scully's voice rose. "Something happened to you at the museum yesterday. You are not acting like yourself. I want to go meet Miss Lentz for myself. Promise me you won't leave the hotel, Mulder. Go over the files, take a nap, anything, just don't leave until I get back."

Mulder shrugged. "OK, Scully." At least I've got a video in my suitcase. He picked up the remains of his danish and watched her rise to leave.

"OK, Mulder. Bye." He waved as she walked out of the hotel restaurant. He's not usually so pliant. What did she do to him? Shit, maybe I am jealous. That disquieting thought accompanied her through the already sweltering morning.

The young woman at the information desk smiled brightly until Scully asked where to find Sandy Lentz. "Oh, her." She said bitterly .

"I take it you don't like her," Scully showed the woman her badge.

"No. I was just getting a thing going with Mark when she stepped in."

"Mark O'quin?"

"Yeah. Of course, he's dead now so I guess it wouldn't have lasted anyway." She shivered. "I sure couldn't figure what he saw in her but he was definitely crazy about her."

"Is there anyone here she's friends with?" Scully asked.

"Not anymore. She used to hang with Ana Hunt in Restoration." The girl pointed the office out on the map. "She's in today, if you want to see her."

"Thank you."

"Well we were friends, until I told her I thought she wasn't the best person for the Artifacts job. She got extremely angry and went off about. How could I back a man for the position which ought to be hers. I'm pretty certain she was still angry about not being selected for the South American dig, too. Funny thing was I wasn't even backing a man or the job, she just wouldn't listen to me. I tried to patch things up but she was so busy with the incoming stuff from the dig she said she couldn't make time for our friendship." Ana Hunt shrugged and continued dabbing at the painting.

"Do you have any reason to think she could be connected to the recent murders?"

"No! She's such a mouse. She can hardly bring herself to speak when a man is even in the room."

"That's not what the girl at the information desk said."

"I heard those rumors, but I don't see how they could be true. Mark was a knockout and Sandy, well, isn't."

"Thanks for your time. Can you point me to where Sandy works?"

Scully tried to put the image Mulder had given her together with the women's stories as she made her way to Sandy Lentz's work area. Rounding the corner, she bumped directly into a small woman on the phone.

"See you then," she said hanging up. "Can I help you?"

When the woman turned to face Scully, she was immediately struck by her Pug ugliness. Scully thought. Bad teeth, bad breath and stringy dishwater blonde hair. Poor thing. "Can you direct me to Sandy Lentz?"

"You found her."

Scully couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. This, THIS is what Mulder likes? No wonder I never got anywhere. "I'm Agent Scully, Agent Mulder's partner. I know he talked to you yesterday, but I had a few more questions. Do you have time?"

Sandy looked quickly at the wall clock. "Yes, a little. I have a lunch appointment but we can talk."

Scully followed her through the musty work room into a smaller room where the exhibit seemed to be taking shape. "He filled me in on the fertility rituals, I understand that is your special interest?" Scully looked around as they continued their discussion. Among other artifacts were long, narrow stone frescoes depicting people in an amazing variety of sexual positions utilizing every orifice possible.

Sandy narrowed her eyes slightly. "I suppose. I'm only acting as director of this exhibit until another man can be appointed."

"Oh. Too bad really," Scully said. "I would think a woman would be much more adept at a project like this. Don't you think?"

Sandy smiled for the first time since Scully's arrival. "Yes I do! After all this whole exhibit is about the worship of women and their empowerment through the sex act and conception. I tried to tell Ray but he didn't see my point at all. . ." Sandy's voice trailed off and the animation dropped from her face. "Was there something specific you wanted to ask me, Agent Scully?"

"Actually, yes. The science teacher whose death we are investigating."

"Mr. Loomis," Sandy said. "What about him?"

"How was your relationship with him in high school?"

"Agent Scully, that was years ago and I don't see what it could possibly have to do with your investigation now."

"None the less, I'd like to know."

Sandy sighed. "As I told Agent Mulder, he was my mentor. He was the first man," her voice caught for a second, "first teacher to encourage me. . . in the field of science."

"Well, thank you, Miss Lentz." Scully stood to leave but paused in front of the little statue. "May I?"

"Go right ahead." Scully paused and waited for Sandy to offer gloves. When it became clear that Sandy's only interest was the wall clock, Scully reached down to touch the little woman. Replacing her gently in the foam, Scully turned and left Sandy to close the door behind her. Scully's thoughts had already turned back to Mulder and the hot drive back to the hotel.

The AC in the rental car was out. Shit, shit, shit! Scully's copper hair was already plastered to her head and sweat rolled down her neck into the valley between her breasts and pooled at her waist band. There is no way that woman is a man magnet! She must have drugged them or something. I still have every reason to believe she was behind these murders. But Mulder is right, she is too little to have committed them herself. Another man in her thrall? Ugh!

Scully arrived at the hotel and peeled herself off the car seat. Once in her room, she stripped off her wet clothes and picked up the phone. "Damnit, Mulder. Where are you?" She glanced at her watch and realized she was hungry. Lunch. "Lunch? Shit, Mulder! Sandy!" Scully fought the sweaty clothes back on, still pulling the shirt down as the door latched behind her. What if he hadn't kept his word? What if they were meeting somewhere else?

Rounding the corner into the restaurant barefoot, she slid to a stop. Grabbing the first waiter she saw, a bus boy actually, she spun him to face her. "Did you see a tall man and a short, unattractive woman here?"

"Yeah, wow! I mean bow wow!"

Scully shook him. "Where did they go? When?"

"Hey chill out! They just left, took the elevator up."

Scully wheeled and ran to the elevator. Jamming the up button, she shifted from foot to foot until the doors opened. "Go, go. Shit, close!" The doors closed far too slowly for her taste but the car finally began rising toward Mulder's floor. Scully patted her side and realized abruptly that in her rush, she had not only left her gun in her room, she'd left her key too. Too late now, Dana.

Even as they walked down the hallway to his room, Sandy's scent overwhelmed him. She leaned her head against his shoulder and he buried his hand in her thick blond hair. "Oh Fox," she sighed and from her it sounded good. The thought that he should have checked in with Scully before making plans niggled at him briefly until they reached his door and Sandy turned her face up to him. "Kiss me, touch me, love me," she pleaded. His hands fumbled with the room key and Scully didn't enter his mind again.

The elevator dinged and the door opened. Scully leapt out directly into the maid's cart, spilling herself and clean towels across the hallway.

"Oh, perdonne, senora."

"Give me the room keys." Scully rose and quickly advanced on the maid. The maid responded to the wild look in the bare foot woman's eyes and handed over the large key ring. Scully flipped through the keys as she ran toward Mulder's room. At least they are numbered. She still hadn't found his key by the time she reached the door.

"Mulder!" She kicked at the door as she found the key and fitted it in the lock. "Mulder!" She shoved the door open, trying to mentally prepare for what she might see.

Mulder knelt bare assed naked in front of Sandy Lentz. They held something between them, wrapped tightly within their four hands. Mulder looked up mildly surprised to see his partner panting in the door to his room. "Hi Scully." Then he turned back to the radiant goddess standing before him.

"Get out, bitch. This is my party." Sandy said.

"Mulder, she's not what you think. It's the idol, Mulder." Mulder continued smiling up at Sandy and Scully could make out his rapidly growing erection. "Think Mulder," Scully stepped in and let the door close behind her. "The ritual makes the men extremely potent and the women irresistible. She's not what you think." At least she's not naked. Thank goodness for small favors, Scully thought and shuddered.

"Scully," hissed the woman standing before her partner. "I don't even have to touch him to make him come. Now that he's touched the statue, if he spills so much as one drop of seed, the goddess will kill him like the others."

"What?" Scully wanted to keep her talking as she inched closer. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

"I've been nothing to men. At least pretty women can sleep their way to some measure of success. But after She arrived at the museum, I got all of them I wanted. I used them for as long as it suited me and them I left them. Even after three days with Mark, he couldn't keep his hands off himself long enough for me to go to the store. Too bad, I could've taken more of him."

Scully was almost within striking distance, and she could see Mulder's engorged cock Wow! jumping. "What about Mr. Loomis?"

Sandy shook her head and toyed with Mulder's hair as she spoke. "He did want me first. In high school. But I was only interesting as long as I was his student . . . as long as I was forbidden." Scully was almost ready to take the only chance she could think of. "When I graduated and told him I could be his for real, he laughed. We taught him. I made him want me again and I never even let him taste me once before She killed him."

Scully took a deep breath and jumped. Sandy screamed as the slightly taller woman's weight carried her away from Mulder's kneeling form. The tiny idol was still clenched tightly in Sandy's fist. "Mulder help me!" Scully screamed but he seemed to be totally absorbed by his erection. "No, don't touch it! Ungh . . ." Scully grunted as Sandy smashed her knee into the agent's stomach. Scully grabbed a handful of lank, oily hair and pulled the other woman off balance. She continued the movement until Sandy was on her back screaming up at her. Scully grabbed for her flailing hands and beat them against the floor over her head until the idol rolled from her grasp.

Sandy shrieked and sank her teeth into Scully's right breast as the agent leaned forward to get the idol. Scully screamed and reared back, painfully freeing her tender flesh from her opponent's teeth and smashed her fist into the other woman's nose. "Bitch!" Sandy's head rolled loosely and Scully took the opportunity to leap to her feet and pick up the room's heavy marble ashtray. "Oh god, Mulder, please wait."

"Scully," he murmured weakly. Sandy was trying to sit up. Scully's first attempt chipped the ashtray and the dresser, but not the idol.

"NOOOO!!!!!!" Sandy's voice was still stronger than her legs but Scully's next try shattered the tiny statue. "No."

"Scully," Mulder's voice wavered and his dick pulsed with a life of its own. "Help me."

"Oh, Mulder." Scully fell to her knees and covered his ready cock with her mouth. He gasped and one long, low moan escaped his clenched teeth before his hips began to buck and he began spurting into her waiting mouth. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist afraid he might slip away and swallowed carefully. This really isn't what I thought it would be like when we finally got together, Scully thought ruefully as his spasms eventually slowed. She sucked the last drops of sperm up and slowly sat back, noticing for the first time his pleasant, male smell.

Mulder looked shocked and embarrassed and covered his genitals with his hands. They both turned to see Sandy look back once before the door closed behind her.

"Who was that?" Mulder had a sour look on his face.

"That was your Sandy without the benefit of her idol. I should go get her." Scully started to rise but Mulder's hand on her arm stopped her.

"I don't think you can leave me, Scully. Dana."

Scully blinked at hearing her first name on Mulder's lips. "Do I have time to call this in?" she asked.

"Uh, maybe." He looked into his lap. "Maybe not."

Scully stood up and began undressing. "I don't think I can do it that way again, Mulder. I think you dislocated my jaw. Is that, um, normal?" she pointed to his rapidly rising penis.

"You mean the size?" He blushed. "I wish."

Scully, now totally undressed, sighed. "Mulder, this is a little awkward. I can't say I haven't thought about this, um, us, but this is nothing like I imagined."

Mulder laughed aloud, his bright smile creasing his face. "Me neither Scully, but what do you say we make the best of it?" Scully returned a tentative smile and nodded but couldn't bring herself to move toward him. Seeing her hesitation, he rose and crossed the distance between them, his cock preceding him. He carefully leaned down and scooped her small frame into his arms. "Lets work on the way we imagined it. Dana," he breathed her name against her neck as he lowered her to the bed. His body was hot against hers but she welcomed it as the drying sweat cooled her body. He gently traced her jaw with a finger then took her face in his hands. "How long, Dana? How long would we have waited?" He leaned into her and without closing his eyes brushed his lips against hers.

The contact took her breath away and for a moment, she could hear the pounding of both their hearts. Her limbs moved around him, a hand in= his thick hair, the other touching his face as if to confirm his presence. Their legs rubbing and twining together. She moaned into his mouth and caught his lower lip carefully between her teeth. She couldn't bring herself to close her eyes while their tongues swooped and darted together. It would be like the dreams, if I closed my eyes. I'd open them and he'd be gone. His free hand trailed down her neck to her breast and she cried out.

"Oh Jesus, Dana. I'm sorry. That bite."

"Kiss it and make it better," she teased even though it hurt like a mother.

Mulder bent to the task, carefully kissing all around the bite until the next circle brought him to her oh-so-salty brown nipple. He hungrily licked and teased the sensitive bud and Scully arched against him. She gasped and clutched at his shoulders.

"Dana, I'm sorry, I can't wait." Scully realized he was shaking.

"I'm ready, Fox."

He rolled onto her quickly, bracing his arms and moved his other leg between hers. "Dana," his voice was harsh as she reached down to guide him inside.

"Now, Fox. Finally now." He pushed as slowly as he could and his breath hissed through his teeth. Scully grimaced at the size and stretch required to accommodate his enhanced organ, but her hips moved beneath him until her pussy enfolded him completely. He didn't move for a few moments until his head bent to look at her. She smiled and raised her legs to pull her heels against the back of his thighs.

"Oh Dana," and his hips pistoned against her as her fingers scratched down his chest.. His balls slapped her ass as the rhythm quickly built to a crescendo. A animal noise escaped him and Scully cried out in return, encouraging him. Three more thrusts and he was still again except for his dick still twitching inside her.

He slowly lowered himself to one side without withdrawing. The partners lay together until their breaths slowed.

"I'm sorry, Dana."

She pushed back a little to get a better look at him. "What for?"

"My control seems to be, ahem, somewhat lacking. Next time is for you."

"Fox, I think it very likely that woman gave you some kind of drug, some sexual stimulant."

Mulder sat up then. "What? It was the idol. You know the one you smashed so I could see what she really looked like?" Mulder paused then smiled. "You know, the one you believed in enough to dive on my cock so I wouldn't shoot all over the room."

"Wellll, sometimes you can't be too careful. You call in about Sandy Lentz. I've got to take a shower."

The curtain slid open noisily while Scully was rinsing the shampoo from her hair and she jumped, wiping the soap from her face.

"Shit, Mulder, you scared me."

He slid his hands around her waist and he grinned. As she leaned back and finished rinsing, she felt a third appendage press against her stomach. "Again?"

"Again," he confirmed. "This time it's for you, too. Not that I can deny the biological imperative of the idol." Scully regarded him through dripping eyelashes. "Or the drug," he conceded gracefully.

He soaped his hands and ran them over her body, paying careful attention to the bruised bite on her breast. "Will you wash me, too?"

She pulled the draped washcloth off the shower rack and squeezed some liquid soap into it. It lathered well in his sparse chest hair and she ran the foamy rag over his stiff nipples. He sighed heavily and pushed her into the warm stream to rinse the soap off her body while she continued her ministrations. When she began to wash his cock he caught her wrist.

"Probably not a good idea, Dana. In fact, as much possibility as I see in this warm, slippery enclosed place, I'd really like to get you dry and take my turn."

"OK, rinse." Scully slipped around Mulder's soap-slicked body so he got his turn under the water. They splashed each other a few more times and turned off the water. Scully reached for a towel and Mulder caught her hand again. "Uh, uh, uh. Allow me." Mulder stepped out and reached for the thick hotel towels. He wrapped her gently, patting her dry. He worked his way down her torso following the towel with warm kisses. As he got lower, he dropped to his knees to dry her legs. He planted light kisses down the front of her thighs and she groaned and laced her fingers into his wet hair. "Scully, this would be a lot better if the tile wasn't biting into my knees."

He stood up and wrapped the towel around her shoulders. The room was so much cooler than the steamy bathroom that goosebumps rose on Scully's skin. "I'll warm you up," Mulder said and sat her in the room's overstuffed chair. He knelt in front of her and laid her legs over his shoulder. Slowly he parted her dewy curls and eased toward her, breathing onto her clitoris. Scully caught her breath and held his eyes as he dipped his head and flicked his tongue lightly down the still moist slit. The muscles in her thighs jumped with each contact and she reached forward to touch his head. It is real. He is eating me and, oh God, it's good.

"Out loud, Scully."

"Shit, Mulder, are you reading my mind now?"

"No, but I can see you thinking."

"Back to work, Mulder."

"Only if you'll talk to me." She smirked and he gently bit the inside of her thigh. "I could stop now. Talk to me."

"Don't stop." He moved back toward her lovely pussy and flicked his tongue into the now moister gap. She raised her hips toward his mouth and moaned. "Harder."

He responded readily to her request and increased the pressure of his tongue against the button of flesh. Scully sighed heavily and rocked her pelvis against his mouth. Mulder began to add occasional large loops around her inviting opening. "Fingers, please, Mulder."

He grinned but didn't stop bumping his tongue across her clit. Gently he slipped first one, then two fingers into her cunt. "Oh, that's good Fox." He began pushing his fingers exquisitely slowly in and out. Scully's leg muscles jumped against him and she moaned. As he continue=d his attentions, her fingers tightened in his hair. He slid his other hand up her body to her uninjured breast and caught her nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. Oh, Scully, he thought when she covered his hand with her own to direct his fingers, you are too wonderful.

"Faster Fox. Please. I want to come for you." Her voice was strong and he was pleased to look up and see her meet his eyes. She was thrusting herself faster against his face and had moved her hand from the breast he could reach to the previously lonely right breast. The other hand clenched and relaxed in his severely tousled hair. Matching the speed of his tongue to his other motions, Mulder began pumping his fingers into her now dripping cunt and pinching her nipple in time to his thrusts.

Scully began to whimper in time to his tongue lashing. Her legs clenched around his ears, but not nearly tightly enough to drown out her cries. "Now Mulder! Oh, God! Now!" Scully's head snapped back and forth as her body convulsed. Mulder enjoyed feeling her pussy clench his fingers and slowed his hands and mouth as her spasms slowed. But now his need was pressing.

"Scully," he raised himself on his knees and slid his arms around her now, rather limp body. "I need you." She returned his embrace and smiled. Taking that as assent (and still feeling rather strongly that since his erection, at least it's size and frequency, still seemed to be affected by the idol's magic, his life might still be in jeopardy if he didn't come inside her) he pushed his cock into her again.

"Mulder, fuck me."

It was enough and, with a murmured thank you, he reached beneath her to cup her ass and pull her tighter against him. "I can't go slow," his voice shook with the effort to control his climax.

"Fuck me." And he didn't hold himself back anymore. Furiously, he slammed himself against her. Slick but still tight, the friction was exquisite and when Scully rolled his nipple in her fingers, it was more than he could take.

Mulder's face contorted and he cried out her name, holding her to his chest.

After the room service dinner, they made spoons in the bed and talked.

"Don't you think you were taking a little risk with my life by sucking me off that first time instead of sitting on my dick."

"I didn't think I could get my pants off fast enough. Besides I saw the multi-positional fresco in the exhibit room. If figured if it was good enough then, it would probably work now."

"Lucky you were right," Mulder gave her his famous half smile.

"Hey, how long do you suppose this, um, enhanced state will last anyway, Mulder?"

Mulder gently bit her earlobe before he answered, "Not long enough, Scully. Not long enough."

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