Sharing The Fire
a adult fantasy based on The X-Files


A contextual note: In the second-season finale "Anasazi" Mulder, under the influence of hallucinogens in his water, is about to shoot and kill Alex Krycek, the man who murdered his father. To prevent Mulder from being blamed for his father's death (it's the same gun), Scully is forced to shoot Mulder, wounding him

He awakens in New Mexico, recovered fully from a feverish infection, tended by Scully on the drive across the country.

Its a long way from DC to New Mexico...



She was exhausted.

Dana Scully shut and locked the door of the motel room she'd taken for the night somewhere in the middle of nowhere. She brushed her auburn hair back from her eyes and went into the bathroom, splashed some water on her face. She'd been driving nearly sixteen hours, that after bandaging Mulder's gunshot wound.

Mulder...

Fox Mulder lay on the lumpy double bed in the bland, featureless room. The motel was one of the thousands of faceless no-tell motels that dotted the landscape, once prosperous and now just sad. Dana dried her face off with the thin towel and leaned against the door of the bathroom.

She'd done the best she could with Mulder's wound. She been careful to shoot him someplace that would incapacitate him but not injure him beyond her ability to treat. If he hadn't been staggered by the drugs in his building's water, her shot might not have taken him down at all. As it was, weakened by their enemies, he was gripped by a raging infection.

She sighed and rubbed her bleary eyes. As a doctor, she'd been able to load Mulder up with antibiotics, but if he worsened, she knew he would need a hospital.

And then they would both be dead.

Their enemy would stop at nothing to destroy them this time. Whatever Mulder had stumbled on, whatever was on the pages of cryptic printout from the stolen DAT tape, it was the first piece of evidence that was worth killing them over.

Them, and Mulder's father.

She sat of the edge of the bed and checked Mulder's dressing. He wore jeans and a sweaty unbuttoned shirt of blue oxford cloth. That was all she'd been able to get him dressed in before the police responded to the reports of a shooting. She'd seen their lights in her rear view mirror as she'd turned the corner from Mulder's Georgetown apartment.

The wound wasn't seeping badly, but his fever continued unabated. She laid a hand gently on his forehead, wincing at the heat she felt.

Fuzzily, she shook her head again.

She was no good to either of them if she couldn't keep her eyes open. First, she took the room's only chair and wedged it under the doorknob, checked the locks and threw the chain. None of it would stop someone determined to enter, but the noise they made would ensure that she'd have time to defend herself.

And her partner.

To that end, she pulled her SIG 9mm and made sure it was fully loaded.

"Shower," she said aloud, simply to have something to say. She checked Mulder once more and went into the bathroom. She hesitated and then left the door open. Mulder wasn't getting up, and it'd be better to die of embarrassment than stupidity because she couldn't hear the door being kicked in.

Putting the 9mm down on the toilet tank, Scully stripped off her filthy t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. Her fingers found the clasp of her bra between her breasts and let it join the shirt. She scratched her breasts and stretched and envied men for not having to wear underwear with wires in it.

Unbuttoning her jeans she pushed them and her panties to her ankles and kicked them off. Stretching again, she peeked shyly around the door. Mulder hadn't moved and only his chest pulsing gently gave her any clue he was still alive.

Don't be silly, she thought. Its not like he's never seen a naked woman, even if he does wake up, which he won't!

With that she turned on the shower.



She felt about a billion times better in the hot water. She ran her hands through her finally clean hair and lathered her body three times.

There's nothing like a shower to wake you up.

She soaped her breasts and grinned as she brushed her nipples, feeling them respond. If touching yourself does that, she laughed to herself, maybe you should go out with Pendrell.

Her hand dipped lower, trailed through the soft wet curls between her legs. She closed her eyes and let her finger probe gently-

No. No time for that. She shook her head angrily, her Catholic upbringing raising its ugly head. Duty first. Sex- whenever. She sighed.

Toweling off, she wrapped one towel around her body and turbaned her hair in another. She'd bought soda and sandwiches at a convenience store across the street earlier and she sipped her Diet Coke peacefully with her eyes closed. They be in New Mexico tomorrow and-

She sat bolt upright and traded the soda for the SIG. What was-

There was a noise.

She got up and prowled across the room, hoping that she wouldn't be forced into a shoot-out in a towel.

A soft, even thumping.

She smothered a laugh with her hand as she realized the source. There was someone in the next room and they were-

Dana blushed and set down the pistol on the nightstand. She hadn't had a date in months, and batteries are cold comfort at best. She wasn't going to make it worse by eavesdropping on whoever's happiness next door.

She sat down on the bed next to Mulder, brushed his hair back. He'd wormed his way under the covers unconsciously, his fever now marked by chills. She felt his body shaking the bed.

She tugged a pillow over and lay down next to him, wrapping him in her arms.

"Don't get any ideas, Mulder," she mumbled sleepily. "This is strictly medicinal."

She yawned and thought about checking the door again and-

was asleep.



Dana dreamed.

Mark gently pulls her hair

was it really that much longer?

away from the soft skin on the side of her neck as he snuggles up next to her in his bed.

Grad school.

She feels his breath on her skin even as she pretends to sleep. His lips, soft and warm and moist, press gently under her ear.

In her sleep, Dana moaned gently.

Mark kisses his way around her neck and Dana gives up on pretending, rolls back towards him, pulls him into her arms. She wears one of his t-shirts

Pink Floyd

and his hands press her body through the thin fabric. Their mouths touch and Dana's tongue tastes him.

His hands trail under the shirt, cup her breasts, thumbs brush across her nipples.

Her back arches.

Her nipples are aflame. She can feel herself dampening under his touch. His hands are everywhere.

She moans again.

She feels his cock pressing against her leg, thickly insistent. His hand cups her sex, presses the soft cotton up into the molten puddle his touch has brought forth. His tongue finds her nipples through the shirt, flicking gently at the pebbled stumps. Her hands claw at his back. She is nearly out of control with her heat.



She awoke with a start.

Dana Scully was not a rash person. She was in fact rather cool. Calculating. In control. She prided herself on not doing foolish things.

No one, however, is perfect.

Mulder held her in his arms and his tongue flickered at the soft hollow at the base of her throat.

"Oh, Mulder..Mulder, stop," she began weakly.

This is nuts! Don't do this! she ranted at herself even as the deeper parts of her brain rebelled against her conscious thought.

"Mulder, stop- mmm.. stop -!"

Mulder's mouth covered hers and his tongue flicked at hers and she had trouble breathing.

"Mulder- Mulder, don't -"

His arms wrapped around her.

Dana, don't- don't do this.

Mulder was unaware of his actions, she could tell. Gripped by fever and held by a woman whose passion was obvious, he was responding in the most male way possible.

o jesus..

Mulder's tongue was trailing along her neck, at the soft hollow where her chest began.

Dana was lightheaded.

Weakly she argued with herself even as her partner's mouth grazed the soft slope where her breasts began to swell.

Dana.. you're going to be sorry-

She took a deep breath and began to push him away when-

His mouth settled on her left breast, sucking gently at the darkly reddened tip, drawing the firm flesh past his lips and nipping at it with his teeth.

"Oh..oh my god, Mulder.."

Her hands wrapped involuntarily in his hair and pulled his head tighter to her chest.

Stop! she thought weakly.

Then she felt his erection pressing into her through his jeans and she was lost.



Mulder's tongue worked furiously at her soft pale breasts, first one then the other, trailing gently through the valley between them.

Dana gasped with delight as his hands caressed her. She had abandoned all thoughts of Mulder her partner. This was just a man and she was just a woman and they were going to be one.

Her hands scraped down his back, her nails dragging along his even shoulders. His shirt was gone, and her towel was lost somewhere.

Her hair sprayed wetly out on the pillow.

Mulder kissed her, his lips soft and damp and passionate. Dana hugged him tighter, felt his hard chest crush her breasts between them, felt his hands cup her soft pale spheres. Felt him grasp one nipple and squeeze, gently at first and then harder.

She cried aloud softly with delight.

Her hands tugged at his jeans, pulled them down. She gripped his butt and her breath came heavily.

She was so wet.

His hands ran through her hair, traced her soft jawline and touched her lips. Dana sucked on them greedily, aching with desire for him.

She found his erection.

"Oh my god.."

She squeezed the shaft in her hand, feeling it pulse and quiver in her grasp. It was hard and yet oddly soft to the touch and Dana almost laughed with delight at the feel of it.

Mulder moaned quietly as she began to pump at his penis with her hand, drew his hands down her sides towards the soft garden at the center of her thighs. Dana almost stopped as his hands trailed through her soft curls-

Don't do this, Dana-

and then Mulder's gentle fingers found the magic spot and she whimpered in her joy.

She pushed away and pressed him down on his back. She lay above him and kissed him, let her tongue trail down his chest, into the dark hair there, found a nipple and sucked at it.

"Dana..."

Scully looked up at him and Mulder smiled. She couldn't tell whether he was all there or not and frankly she didn't care.

Her hand kept working on his cock, slipping up and down the firm tube, tickling the soft spot under the head and back down.

Dana's mouth worked further down until she was eye to eye with her pumping hand and Mulder's cock. Her tongue flickered out and caught a soft bubble of fluid as it trailed down the purpling head.

He moaned again.

Dana smiled up at him, licked her lips and took Mulder's cock into her mouth, wetting it with her saliva. She sucked furiously, slicking it with her mouth and squeezing with her hand. Mulder's arms were outstretched, palms pressed flat against the bed.

His breath came in gasps.

Dana sucked harder, her head bobbing up and down on Mulder's cock. She felt his shaft vibrate in her hand, felt the head swell and harden under her tongue.

"Oh..oh Dana!"

Mulder came. Dana sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed as his seed fountained into her waiting mouth. She drank it in greedily, savoring the thick white liquid . Finally his hips settled to the bed and she let him ooze wetly out from between her wet red lips. She grinned up at him and he smiled weakly.

Dana crawled up the bed and they kissed, Mulder holding her against him. She was in state of almost pure bliss.

He lay her back against the pillows and kissed her breasts, the soft skin between. Her navel, his tongue flickering gently against it. His hands parted her thighs gently and he slid further down the bed. Dana's eyes shut, and her breath came hard.

Mulder's tongue licked softly at the smooth pale flesh on the inside of her thighs, trailed the thick tendon that stretches down the leg there. He kissed the inside of her knees and

o my god I want him

then back up her legs towards the soft nest of fuzz at the juncture of her hips. His hands dipped gently into her puddled sex, came away wet. Mulder caught her eyes and licked his fingers clean of her.

o jesus...

Gently he parted her soft pink lips and touched his tongue to her heat, so gently at first she wasn't sure he actually was and then harder, slicking up and down her sopping flesh until he finally began to graze her clitoris at the top of each stroke.

Oh Mulder...please..

Had she spoken aloud? She wasn't sure. His tongue was a dervish now, everywhere at once in her heated pussy. His hands caressed her thighs and hips and breasts and he slipped a finger into her and her back arched and she cried aloud.

His lips pried into her sex and found her spot and sucked on it. Dana couldn't breathe. Her hands wrapped into his hair and pulled his face harder into her core.

o Mulder don't stop please jesus don't stop

His teeth grazed her clitoris and her hips lifted off the bed. His tongue caught it and teased it madly.

"O Mulder..jesus, Mulder-ahhh!"

She could feel it building inside under his touch, felt it rising like a tide, felt the waves beginning to crest.

She exploded.

"Oh jesus Mulder!"

Her orgasm shook her like a leaf in a hurricane. Her hips bucked and twisted and her sex convulsed on Mulder's fingers inside her, flooding his lips with her juices.

She fell back on the bed panting. Absently she pulled him up towards her, to thank him, kiss him, hold him..

"Oh my god..OH!"

Mulder's cock pressed against her sex, the thick head nudging at her lips. She reached between them, grasped his cock in one hand and parted herself with the other, fit his penis into the opening of her passion.

Mulder looked down at her, poised on the brink.

"Dana..."

She leaned her head up and caught his lower lip in her teeth.

His hips heaved and his cock plowed into her.

"Oh jesus, Mulder..oh.."

Mulder's erection felt bigger inside her than it had in her hand, the solid tube slipping evenly, slowly in and out of her slick passage.

Dana gripped his arms, barely aware, caught up in the heat of two people, all alone in the wilderness, sharing a fire to keep them warm and safe.

His hips moved faster and his breath quickened, his erection pounding in and out of her. Dana brought her legs up and crossed her ankles behind his ass, raising her hips and gasping as he plunged even deeper into her boiling sex.

She was suddenly aware that he was moaning.

Dana kissed his chest, licked at his nipples, scratched at his firm ass with her nails. She clawed frantically at him, desperately trying to draw him even deeper into her.

Mulder's mouth settled on her left breast, biting and sucking at the firm nipple. She cupped her right breast and drew his mouth to it, earning the same treatment. His hips blurred and the bed shook.

"Oh..oh Dana..."

She smiled up at Mulder and panted, "Yes, Fox, yes ...come on, Fox..come in me..yes.."

She felt his last great heaving thrusts and knew-

oh my god I'm going to-

"Oh Dana!"

Mulder's cock gave one least heave and he buried himself in her, felt her soft muscles work him slickly and squeezed as she came too. His cock erupted, jetting burst after burst of semen into her. Dana cried aloud as she felt his spurts hammer at her insides.

"Oh Fox! Oh jesus ohhh!"

Scully pushed her hips up off the bed, letting gravity drive Mulder further into her, felt it begin and-

She came, too, crying out, felt herself clamp down on him, using his erection to bring herself even higher.

They collapsed on the bed and were still.





Dana awoke with a start.

O my god.

She realized that she'd fallen asleep next to Mulder, that sometime during the night she'd cast aside the towel she was wrapped in. Daylight lit the blinds of the motel room window.

Jesus..I can't believe I dreamed about ..that..with Mulder...

She shook her head and looked over at her patient.

She laid a hand on his head and smiled. His fever had broken during the night. Excellent. He'd probably be coming out of it just about the time they reached..

o jesus..

Mulder was naked.

She sat up and was suddenly aware of the tell-tale soreness inside her.

She held her face in her hands.

I can't believe I slept with my partner...jesus!

Exhaustion was no excuse, she berated herself. Mulder was an invalid, she'd had no right...

Ruefully, she gave up. It had been great, after all. And if working with Mulder's passion for weird had killed her social life, it seemed to be the least he could do to come across every once in a while..

She laughed aloud at that thought and slipped out of bed. He probably wouldn't even remember, or he'd simply chalk it up to a strange dream. He probably dreams about me anyway, she thought. Then she grimaced. Knowing Mulder, me and two other women and some baby oil. She laughed again and went into the bathroom.

Mulder slept peacefully.



Dana came out of the bathroom, She'd tugged Mulder into his jeans and a clean t-shirt and taken their bags out to the car she'd rented with the fake credit cards Frohike had given her. She wore jeans and a tank top, and she pulled one of Mulder's dress shirts on over it to cover the pistol on her belt. She looked once in the room's only mirror, facing the bed and smiled in it at Mulder's reflection on the bed. Dana gave her hair a few more strokes and tossed her brush into her bag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she gave herself one last once over in the mirror and turned to help Mulder out to the car.

I wonder if we woke up the people next door...

Dana Scully grinned for real and felt hopeful about the future for the first time in days.



The door next to Scully's opened and a thin black man stood in the doorway as Scully backed the rented Chevy up and drove away. He followed the car's progress with disinterest as it pulled out onto the highway.

"Man," he said into the room behind him, "I'd like a piece of that."

"Yeah, well, watch the tape again." Alex Krycek irritably pushed the black man out of his way and stalked out into the daylight. "Break down the camera in the mirror. We gotta get going."

He ruffled his shower-damp dark hair and started towards their car.

He wasn't going to lose Mulder again.

And your little partner, too.







Author's note: Everybody involved in this story is the intellectual property of Chris Carter and Co. No offense.

Nobody in here practices safe sex, which obviously brands this a fantasy. Don't be stupid in reality.

Comments or questions to [email protected]



This one's really for Lily.

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