Sportsfans by Sinead.

Sportsfans by Sinéad

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AUTHORS DISCLAIMER: Be gentle with me. This is my first serious attempt at erotica and I'm not sure how good it is. I hope you enjoy it and please drop me a line. By the way, I live on the other side of the Atlantic and know virtually nothing about American Football, so I have no idea what I'm talking about in this story. That's why there's only a cursory mention of the game in this story. I've also never been to Seattle, but I know some people who live there and apparently it is a wonderful, relaxed and welcoming city. It's on my list!

I also make some references in this story to Mulder being Jewish. I have to admit, he has always felt Jewish in the series, at least to me. I suppose it's something to do with his brand of humour and his cynicism, which are stereotypical Jewish idiosyncrasies. It also may have something to do with a quote from David Duchovny I heard a while back, where he said that he thought Mulder should be considered, "Jewish, until I'm told otherwise."

Either way, it's just how I see it, and bears no relation to anything they've done on the show, so don't freak out or think that you've missed something really significant. You haven't. It's just the way I see things, and, in the context of this story, is nothing more then the kind of conversation Mulder and Scully might have if actually had a normal conversation. If it bothers anyone, I'm sorry, but I can't see why it would. I'm just covering my bases in advance.

Oh, and if you don't like MSR's…what the hell are you doing here, you freak? Get back to the asylum where you belong!

Here goes. Let it rip. I'm sitting in my air raid bunker with my tin hat on. And nothing else. ;-)

Sportsfans by Sinéad.

She shifted and turned over in the bed, her senses still groggy with sleep

The bed was soft and warm, reminding her of a nest or a burrow. She had never felt so comfortable, and she never wanted to leave. She sighed contentedly and stretched her legs out. As she did so, she connected with a leg she knew was not hers. It was toned and furry, and warm with sleep. A smile worked its way across her face. Rubbing her foot against his calf, she moaned softly and smiled even wider. Her hips began to rock involuntarily and she moaned again as she felt him turn and encircle her body with his arms. He pulled her back against his chest, holding her close. His head lowered and he placed a slow, sensuous kiss just under her ear, pulling on the lobe with his lips. Her moan echoed through his chest.

"I want you." She shivered and pushed her hips back against him. He continued to whisper in her ear. "I want to make love to you. I want to be inside you. I want to feel you taking me into your body. I want to feel you fucking me."

"Yes…" she could barely speak. Once again, he pushed all the right buttons with such ease that she had no choice but to submit to his every whim. He knew her every reaction to him. He knew what she wanted, how she liked it, exactly what to do to make her writhe in pleasurably agony. He was incredible, and she wanted him so badly it hurt.

His hands moved over her body. At times he could be gentle, but now he was possessive, demanding. He knew she was lost in his arms, and though he took advantage of it, he never hurt her. She knew she could trust him with her life, and her body. Briefly it occurred to her how out of control she was, but it didn't matter. All she could focus on was how much she wanted him right now

He kissed her neck. Oh, yeah. Right there. He licked and sucked her skin, his kisses drugging and erotic. She focused on it, on the tingles it was sending down her spine. Meanwhile, his hands were at her breasts, squeezing and rubbing with a familiar touch. She muttered something, but gave up when she realized she didn't know what she was talking about.

"Mmmm…" he was moaning now. His erection was pushing against her back. He was hard and huge, and she couldn't help slipping her hand behind her back to grasp his cock firmly, squeezing gently. He swelled even more under her hand and groaned. She smiled in victory, but gasped as he suddenly slipped two fingers deep inside her hot, wet sex. He pumped them hard for a few seconds and she yelled. His own broad smile returned.

"You like that, don't you? You like it when I touch you like that."

"Uh-huh…." It was all she could manage. He pushed his cock against her back, relishing the friction. "What else do you like, huh?" he whispered, only barely in control of his voice. "Tell me."

She shook her head. "You know what I like. Just do it to me. You know you want to. You know you want it too…"

He laughed, a deep rumbling sound that never failed to make her sex swell with heat. "Yeah, I want it," he said casually. "But I want you to tell me what it feels like. I want you to describe it to me."

"Describe…oh…oh, God, what the hell do you want?"

"Tell me what you feel…when I fuck you."

Ah, ha. So that way goes the game. He wanted her to talk dirty about him and her and their animalistic sexual rituals. No problem

"I love it just at the beginning. When you're going into me. You're so huge, and you're just so hard. I love your cock, you know that? I love the way you fuck me with it. And I love when you're inside. It's so hot and tight. And, Jesus, oh, sweet fuck I'm so wet. And you're right there, inside me, and you're pumping so hard, you're fucking me so good, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, it's so hard. I love it like that. It makes me come. I wanna come."

She turned and rolled so that she was under him. "Make me come, baby. Fuck me. Gimme your cock and fuck me hard."

His mouth closed over her, his tongue imitating his cock as he pulled her legs apart savagely, his restraint gone. She felt him at her opening, his cock rigid as he prepared to fuck her….

*ring.*

Shit. Scully woke, sweating and breathing heavily. Her nipples were hard and erect and the area between her legs was soaking.

*ring.*

She glanced at the clock. 7.03 am. It just had to be Mulder. Who the hell else would call her at that inhuman time on a Saturday morning? Just great.

Not only had he interrupted her dream, but she had to talk to him after all that. Sighing, she picked up the phone.

"Hi, Mulder."

"Hey, Scully. Sorry to wake you."

"How do you know I was asleep?"

"At 7 am on a Saturday morning? Educated guess." At this stage, Scully realized he was getting on her nerves. "Yes, I was asleep, Mulder, and I was having a very interesting dream, so you'd better have a good reason for waking me up."

"Ooh, Scully. Was I in it?"

"Yeah, you were. I shot you again." They both laughed. "Seriously, though, what is it?"

"Up and at 'em, girl. Our plane leaves for the very plausible state of Washington in just two hours." Scully groaned. "Mulder, now might be a good time to ditch me and run off on your own. I promise I'll rescue you. Maybe."

"Sorry, Scully, no can do. I'm already in transit. I'll be at your place in 10 minutes. I expect you to be up and dressed."

"Mulder…"

"Or not dressed, if you'd prefer."

Scully's dream came flooding back to her in glorious Technicolour. "I'll be ready." She hung up and rolled out of bed. She walked over to the full-length mirror at the other end of the bedroom. As she suspected, her cheeks were flushed, her nipples raised, and her eyes hazy. Great. She looked like she'd been making out all morning. And she had, in a way. But this was not what she wanted Mulder to see. Not the real Mulder. Her Mulder, the man who belonged only to her, was the one who saw her like this. In her dreams, like the one she'd just recovered from, Mulder loved her, body and soul. And especially body. He was in all her fantasies, and he was like no one she had ever been with. But right now, she was off to God only knew where with her partner, and needed to restore a professional demeanor. She took a quick shower and she was just out when there was a familiar knock on the door. Scully glanced in the mirror. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a baggy robe, but all in all, she looked pretty normal. She hoped.

Mulder was leaning against the doorframe as she opened the door, a baker's bag in one hand and a suitcase in the other. He took in her bathrobe and wet, curling hair and grinned. "Nice to see you too, Scully."

She gave him a look and held the door open for him. He wore blue jeans and a dark turtle neck sweater under a faded black leather jacket. Oh, great, thought Scully, he's wearing his sexy-as-hell-fuck-me outfit. And here she was, her hair a mess, no make-up and a shabby robe that was four sizes too big for her. Hardly the sexiest of get-ups. Not that it mattered much, anyway. She'd just like to think that he was even mildly attracted to her

It wouldn't change anything, but it might make her feel a little better

"I feel like you're not listening to me, Scully," Mulder admonished her

"That's because I'm not. Why are you here? What's the X-File?"

"No X-File," Mulder replied cheerfully. Scully cocked her head to one side in suspicion and followed her partner into the kitchen where he laid the paper bag on the table and busied himself getting plates, knives and butter for the breakfast he'd procured on the way. As he did so, Scully stated bluntly, "You're up to something."

"Scully, you are far too skeptical for my own good. Have a little faith in me for once. There is no case. I'm taking you out to the ball game."

Scully pulled out a chair and sat down wearily. She was still groggy, and she needed coffee, badly. "Mulder, the football season is over. There is no game, the only game left is the…" she stopped and gazed in disbelief at her partner who was grinning like a madman. "Oh, no. No way. That's not possible…"

"Au contraire, my dear Scully," Mulder replied, and, with a flourish, he pulled two thin and slightly creased pieces of paper out of his back pocket.

The gilt writing clearly stated - Superbowl XXXIII

"OH MY GOD!!!" Scully screamed and leapt out of the chair, grabbing at the tickets. Laughing, Mulder handed them to her and watched in amusement as she examined them cautiously, unsure that they were real. "Oh my God, this is unbelievable!! You have Superbowl tickets, this is incredible! Where the hell did you get these?"

"Surprise, Scully!" Mulder grabbed her and hugged her as she capered in delight. "I just wanted us to get away from it all for a while. This trip is for the two of us, Scully, you and me. No Bureau, no X-Files, just you and me." His voice had turned strangely quiet. Scully shivered. His voice at her ear was too reminiscent of her dream for her to not be aroused, instantly.

And he was holding her so tightly…she broke away a little too abruptly and although Mulder looked a little strangely at her, he made no comment. Scully smiled shakily. "Wow," she said. "This is incredible. How did you get a hold of these?"

"Danny broke his leg in three places. He's in traction. And his girlfriend didn't want to go without him, so…"

"So…did you break his leg for him? I would have, if I'd known he had Superbowl tickets." Mulder grinned.

"No, but I'll remember it for next year." He laughed at Scully, who was still in shock. "Don't say I never give you anything, Scully."

"Mulder, after this, I'll forgive you anything. Thank you so much for inviting me." He shrugged. "Who else would I ask? Besides, you need a break

God knows you deserve one. I did want to get you away from my bad influence for a while, but that would have involved me missing the game. And I don't like you that much, Scully."

She laughed. "So, we leave when?"

"Our flight is in about two hours. Eat up and we'll get going." Scully nodded and rose from the table. "I have to get dressed first."

"Oh, please, not on my account," Mulder quipped. He was grinning like an idiot. Scully's breath caught for an instant, then she laughed it off and escaped to the sanctity of her bedroom. She sat on the bed with her head in her hands. Mulder was taking her away for the weekend. It was spontaneous, crazy, and, depending on your point of view, romantic. One thing was for certain - it was dangerous. They had never spent that amount of downtime together. Her attraction to Mulder had been growing lately, and he wasn't helping matters any. He was being charming, fun, sensitive - he was a close to sweeping her off her feet as he could be without actually making her lose contact with the ground. And dammit, she was falling for it. And did he have a clue? Not likely.

She sighed. Oh, Mulder. If only you knew what you were letting yourself in for.

"What? You've got to be kidding!"

"Mulder? What's wrong?" Scully walked to the desk, her suitcase in her hand.

Mulder turned, his expression stony. "Einstein here thinks that a twin room has one bed," he said, jerking his thumb at the clerk behind the desk. The clerk was young and scared at this obviously non-too-satisfied customer's reaction. "Uh, well, Sir, there must have been a mistake with whoever took the booking…"

"Wait, you're telling me were getting a double instead of a twin?" Scully interrupted. Just great. Exactly what she needed - not. "It's a pretty big difference, you know."

The clerk swallowed loudly. "Yes, ma'am. But I'm afraid it's all we have left. It's Superbowl weekend, you see."

Mulder shot him a withering look. "Oh, no, you think?" he snapped. Ignoring the clerk, he turned to Scully. "Now what?" he asked. Scully shrugged "Look, we're leaving in two days. It's only a bed. We'll live." Hoping she sounded as confident as she wasn't, she picked up her bag and turned back to the clerk. "The key, please? It's the little piece of metal you put into a lock?" Her anger charged her nervousness. She and Mulder had to share a room. Moreover, they had to share a bed. Jesus, what was she going to do? What if the dreams came back? How could she ever face him again if she woke him by writhing in imaginary ecstasy, calling his name? Scully accepted the key. It was going to be a long weekend.

"Well, at least it's queen-sized."

Okay. Be calm. You can handle this, Scully thought to herself. Aloud, she said, "Mulder, we've slept in the same car on stakeouts. We can sleep in the same bed."

He threw her a very skeptical sideways glance. "I'm glad you're so confident."

"And you're not?" It was out before she could stop it.

Mulder shrugged. "Well, one bed, one man, one woman…anything's possible."

He leered cheerfully at her. Scully just looked at him. "Forget it. Let's unpack and then hit the road."

1 hour later
Downtown Seattle.

The city was hopping. There were sportsfans everywhere. Every restaurant, bar and café in the place were offering, "Superbowl Specials." There was a festival air that overshadowed Seattle's usual laid-back atmosphere.

By the time Scully and Mulder had unpacked and rested a little after their journey, it was mid-afternoon, and they were both starving. They found their way to a quirky little restaurant on the waterfront. The decor was mixed, the food reputed to be excellent, and the place was famous for it's eccentric staff. Scully suspected that the eccentricity of the staff indicated poor wages and a desperate need for tips, but she'd go along. Hey, she was on holiday.

As they reached the head of the queue, a tall, bleach-blond waiter with a bright tie and even brighter waistcoat came bounding up to them. "Hey, Sportsfans!"

"Actually, I'm a Catholic," Scully quipped, and she heard Mulder guffaw at her elbow. The waiter raised his eyebrows at him. "Are you a Catholic, too?"

he asked, a lop-sided grin plastered over his face.

"Me? No, I'm Jewish." The waiter's grin broadened. "Oh, wow, I'm a Buddhist. This is going to be some evening!" He led them through the crowd to a table overlooking the water. His pleasantries were enthusiastic, his wit was sharp, and Scully wanted nothing more then to smack him in the middle of his painted grin. He left. Quickly, thankfully.

"What a dickhead," Scully pronounced.

"Well, you're still smiling." It was true. She was.

"It's not a smile. It's the lid on a grimace." After a short pause, she said, "I didn't know you were Jewish."

"You never asked." Scully shrugged, unwilling to press the matter if it wasn't something he wanted to talk about. Mulder relented. "Lapsed Jewish

I'm just too lazy for a religion of any kind. I put my faith in my work

There isn't room for much else." He cocked his head to one side, his gaze thoughtful. "Does it bother you?"

"No, not at all, don't be silly. Actually, it explains a few things. Your sense of humour, for one thing."

"I'll have you know my jokes knock 'em dead all the time."

"I know. I'm surprised you still carry a gun."

"I don't. I'm just permanently pleased to see you."

Scully giggled. "Yeah, right. Join the queue."

"Hmm," Mulder murmured. "I've been meaning to talk to you about that. There are several members of the Bureau who are dying to ask you out, did you know that?"

Scully had been drinking water, but choked at Mulder's words. "What?!"

Mulder nodded, grinning. "Uh-huh. There's Pendrell, for example. And Agent Wheeler, from ballistics. And Danny…"

"No! Not Danny! No way, I didn't have a clue!"

"Yep, Danny. And I can't help suspecting that Skinner wouldn't mind getting to know you better, either."

This last rendered Scully speechless. For all of three seconds. Then she threw her head back and laughed loudly for several moments.

"Oh, God," she gasped eventually. "You cannot be serious. You just can't."

At Mulder's nod, she continued, "Well, you're wrong. I never saw a man more obviously in love with his wife. Even if he did divorce her that time, which I doubt, he's still blatantly crazy about her, so that's one of the list."

Mulder looked thoughtful. "You know, Scully, you sound as if you're not too excited by your legions of admirers." Scully sobered at his words. "It's true, I'm afraid." She sighed. "I guess my problem is I've been hanging around you too long."

"Really? Scully, I had no idea you cared!"

She smirked. "It's true. I mean, look at the lives we lead. We are constantly in danger of our lives and questioning the foundations of not only our own belief systems, but also the world's. After all that, an evening out just isn't enough to impress me." She paused, sipping her water

"The upshot is, the only guys who can even make an impact on me have to be pretty close to perfect. It doesn't leave me with many options."

"Well, there's always Frohike."

Scully giggled. "No. That is not an option." She shrugged. "Oh, well. Who needs sex? It's just a chocolate substitute, anyway."

Mulder grinned. "Amen." He lifted his glass. "To single life. Long may we keep fooling ourselves that we enjoy it."

Scully raised her own drink. "To single life."

The glasses clinked merrily.

Dinner had been…wonderful. Scully couldn't remember when she'd enjoyed herself so much. The restaurant was great, the food magnificent, the wine expensive, and the company…she stole a glance at her partner's face in the back of the car beside her. Perfect.

Mulder turned his head and caught her staring. "What?" he asked, amused.

"Nothing. I just can't believe you did this."

"Did what?"

Scully waved her hand. "This. This whole wake-me-up-too-gaddamn-early-and-take-me-to-the-Superbowl-thing. I'm still in shock." Mulder smiled. "Sorry. Maybe I should have left you at home."

"Oh, that's okay. I'll adjust. I promise." They were still laughing together when the cab stopped. The driver turned around. "Here ya go, Holiday Inn. That'll be $9.50, plus tip. We accept cash, cheques, all major credit card, and Superbowl tickets."

"Cash'll be fine," Scully replied, handing him the money.

"You kids enjoy the game," the driver said. "Really. I'm happy for you. I'm not bitter. Not me, no way." As the cab drove away, Scully turned to Mulder.

"You know, we must be two of the luckiest people in the world. Not only have we survived genetics mutants, psychopaths, conspiracies, and alien encounter, but we've got Superbowl tickets!"

"I guess it really is better to be born lucky than rich," Mulder replied, fishing around in his pocket for their room key. This was the bit Scully had been dreading all day. She and Mulder had to sleep in the same bed. All night. She had no idea what was going to happen. The dreams that had been plaguing her sleep almost since she met Mulder had increased in frequency lately. By now, she could rely on waking from one every night, her body betraying her physical reaction to her fantasy. She knew for a fact that on a few occasions she had called Mulder's name as she woke. But, of course, he could never hear her. Until now. He was going to be asleep beside her, for God's sake. How could she cope with that?

She wasn't sure, but she knew she didn't have a choice. She would ignore what she was feeling, just as she always did during the day. She would remind herself that Mulder was a friend, not a lover, and she had no right to feel the way she did.

Once inside, Mulder flopped down on the bed and kicked his shoes off. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up in his own unruly style, and let out a long sigh. "I'm beat," he stated, his eyes closing. Scully's nervousness, which she had been controlling, returned tenfold. Damn, he looked good. His hair mussed and sticking up at all angles, his lips full, sexy and moist. His whole body was relaxed and stretched out over the bed.

He looked so approachable, and so open, that Scully felt her insides flip.

It briefly occurred to her that she could easily climb onto the bed beside him. She could run her hands over his chest, straddle his hips, lean over and brush his lips with hers…

"Earth to Scully?" Mulder's voice was gently mocking. Scully jumped.

"Sorry," she muttered. "I'm just a little punchy. The flight and all. All the excitement, y'know. I'm going to turn in." She uttered the phrase with decision. Yes. I am going to turn in, she thought. I'm going to sleep and I am not going to dream. She grabbed her pyjamas and washbag and moved decisively into the bathroom, shutting the door, if not with a slam, then with a decided snap. She found that she could perform her cleansing ritual without her hands shaking too much, much to her satisfaction, and she slipped her pyjamas on. She turned to the mirror and gave herself a critical look. Dark green satin pyjamas. Nice, attractive, but not provocative. Okay.

Scully gave everything a quick check, and, accepting that there was no other reason to stay in the bathroom, she pulled the bolt back and opened the door.

Mulder was still on the bed. Only he had removed his day clothes, and was clad in what he obviously intended to wear in bed.

His boxer shorts. And nothing else.

As the door opened, he rose and made for the bathroom. "Thought you were going to spend all night in there," he said, brushing past her. Scully felt the displacement of air on her skin, and all the hairs on her raised instantly. Oh, brother.

When Mulder emerged, Scully was in bed. She was turned on her side and facing away from his side of the bed. Quietly, Mulder pulled back the covers and lay down. As he turned out the light, he caught Scully's low murmur of, "Snore, and I'll kill you."

The dreams returned.

His arms were around her. They were both naked, of course, lying in bed together, drowsy and resting. But her was lazily tracing circles on her thighs, which were spread as his leg was wedged firmly between them. His thigh was rubbing against her sex, his erection pressing firmly against her back.

She moaned and shifted in her half-sleep. "Didn't we have this conversation already?" she whispered. Her voice was unmistakably husky. He chuckled and pressed his lips to the favourite spot on her neck, right below the earlobe.

"Yeah, we did," he replied. "But I felt we should review our positions on this particular issue."

She smiled and turned her head towards him. "Are you saying you want to fuck me again?" she asked, her tone only faintly ironic.

"Mmmm," His hands strayed higher and he nibbled at her neck. "That's exactly what I'm saying, my dear." He slipped his fingers inside her. One. Two. Slow and persistent. Just the way he knew she liked it, at least at the beginning, before things got really hot and heavy. But then, he knew that too.

"Ohh," she moaned. "Make love to me. I want you too. Please make love to me, Fox, please…" He rolled over her and kissed her again. "If you say so," he smiled, spreading her legs out… "Mulder!!"

He woke with a start, and all at once his heart sank. Shit.

He was lying half on top of her, his hands between her legs, his mouth at her neck, and his erection pressing into her back without any hint of subtlety.

She was going to murder him.

Mulder cursed himself. He'd known this would happen. Ever since he'd turned up at her apartment early on a Saturday morning and seen her looking like she did, just out of the shower, damp and casual and sexy as hell, he known this would happen. He just wanted her too much. His dreams had reared their erotic heads a long time ago, and he'd known that being this close to her would test him to the limit. It appeared he'd failed.

"Mulder, what the hell are you doing?" He noticed she was breathless, but since he had been sexually assaulting her, basically, that was hardly surprising. Quickly, he withdrew his hands from her body and sat up. The bathroom. Yeah. Maybe he could stay in there until she fell asleep again. Or maybe he'd just hang himself from the shower rail and be done with. He started to go.

Scully caught him by the arm. "Wait."

There was something in her voice that made it more then a request and less then a command. Either way, he was compelled to turn and stare guiltily back at her. "Mulder," she said gently, "why did you touch me."

Their eyes locked. "I was asleep…" he began defensively.

"Were you dreaming?"

A pause. "Yes."

"About me?"

Longer pause. "Yes." Then, "It's always about you."

The silence was palpable. For a long time Mulder panicked. His mind was buzzing but his body refused to move, one way or the other. He had no earthly idea what to do

Finally it was Scully who made the next move. She had been lying down looking up at him, but now she moved up and across to him. Her head fell forward and her hair covered her face as she moved over him, straddling her hips. His erection pressed against her as it had earlier, and she shifted her position on his lap so that it was more…suggestively…positioned. As she moved, Mulder had been paralysed. But now he lifted his hands to brush the hair away from her face. As he did so, he caught sight of her expression.

She looked scared. When she caught him staring, she smiled self-consciously, and Mulder suddenly realised he no longer had a pulse. Scully reached up and draped her arms loosely around his neck. "It's not easy, is it?" she asked shyly.

Mulder shook his head. "No."

Slowly, their heads moved towards each other. Their lips touched gently for the first time, not even a kiss, just the touch of lips on lips. Then simultaneously they pulled each other closer and their mouths opened, their tongues meeting instinctively.

The kiss ended as abruptly as it had begun. Scully and Mulder stared into each other's faces, breathless, and Scully was aware of the panic floating around in her head. She just didn't know what to say. She dropped her eyes.

Mulder moved into her, pushing her head up so that she looked at him. "Hey," he said gently. "It's not that bad. It'll be okay, I promise." Scully shook her head vaguely. "Mulder, what are we doing?"

"Ending years of sexual frustration." At her look he shrugged. "Scully, we don't have to do anything. I mean, we've done nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. We can forget about this and move on if that's what you want…" he didn't get any further, as Scully kissed him again, pressing her breasts against her chest and rocking her hips against his. Mulder was caught off-guard, but to his credit, he recovered quickly and proceeded to move his body with hers, reacting naturally to a very suggestive action on the part of his sensible and utterly by-the-book partner. They groaned into each other's mouths as they found their own seductive rhythm.

Eventually, they managed to break apart, and Scully laid her head on Mulder's shoulder, her face buried in his neck so that her words reverberated against his skin. "I want this, Mulder. I want you." She laughed wryly and said, "God, I never thought I'd say that out loud."

Mulder smiled gently. "I know what you mean," he said. "I always assumed you'd take a swing at me if I tried anything like this." His hands wandered over an unfamiliar path on her back. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, making her smile. Scully rubbed her hands over his chest, playing with the sparse, course hair. "Oh, I'll bet you say that to all the girls," she replied, hoping she sounded cooler then she thought she did. His hands were rubbing up and down her sides and now he lifted them to her breasts, brushing them lightly before closing his fingers around them. Scully's head fell back and she moaned softly. He leaned forward and kissed her throat.

She was shivering. God, he was making Scully shiver. He watched her expression with curiousity. Her eyelids were closed, her lips parted in a beautiful, erotic smile. Mulder almost laughed. Scully's eyes opened. "What?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking that always knew that beneath that regulation FBI cool-exterior there was a goddess just bursting to get out."

He nipped at the skin just underneath her chin. Good enough to eat.

"Another one of your theories?"

"You could say that." They were grinning goofily at each other. "God, this is too weird," Scully muttered to herself. She looked at him suspiciously.

"You're not about to morph into an alien bounty hunter, are you?" He shook his head. "No. Promise." Mulder sighed then, and pulled Scully close to his chest. She smiled at him. "What is it?" she asked gently.

"You. Me. Us. This. Take your pick."

Scully's brow furrowed in deep thought. "You know, we haven't really done anything we couldn't explain…"

"Yeah, right," Mulder cut in. "Scully, you know as well as I do that nothing is going to be the same after tonight."

Scully's grin turned mischievous. "Promise?"

They looked at each other for a moment, the dissolved into fits of laughter. "Geez, can you take nothing seriously?" Mulder said, between gasps. When Scully's only response was another fit of the giggles, Mulder took the only course of action left to him. He rolled her over onto her back and kissed her. "Mmmm," Scully settled back into the bed. "Okay, I'll be serious." After a beat, "This is serious, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh. This is going to change just about everything."

Scully eyes were a clear, crystal blue as she said, "Good." The word was barely out of her mouth before Mulder kissed her again. His hands slide effortlessly over her chest to undo the buttons of her pyjama top. They were moving together slowly, kissing long and seductively. Both enjoyed reveling in their first contact.

With her pyjama top disposed of, and the skin on their bare chests brushing tantalisingly against each other, Scully suddenly felt the need to touch her new lover. She had been allowing him to take the lead, but as he dropped his hands to slip her pyjama bottoms off, it occurred to her that she didn't really want to be the passive one right now. Swiftly, she grabbed at Mulder's boxer shorts and pulled them off in one smooth move. At the same time, her other hand moved to grasp Mulder's cock. The suddenness of her actions caught Mulder by surprise and he gasped, blinking twice.

"Not bad," he managed to say, albeit a little shakily. "Considering you're out of practice."

With that, he found himself on his back, his partner straddling his hips and pressing her swollen and dripping sex against his erection. Scully leaned over his chest to kiss him hard on the lips. He whimpered underneath her and she smiled. She broke the kiss slowly, pulling on his bottom lip, sucking at it. "Some things, you don't forget, Mulder." She rocked her hips against his again in a by now familiar rhythm. "Besides, who says I'm out of practice?"

Mulder mumbled something she didn't catch because he was moving his hands over her thighs and across to press against her wet folds, and it was making it very difficult to concentrate. Scully grabbed his hands and moved them over his head. She wrapped his hands around the headboard, not an easy task given that her current position placed her breasts at exactly the right level for him to take on between his lips and suckle for a moment. Scully pushed at his shoulders, pushing him back into the bed. "Leave your hands their and keep still. You'll get your turn, don't worry."

Her head descended to his chest and she kissed him gently. Slowly, she began to explore the hills and valleys his muscles made. With her lips and her tongue she memorized the feel of his skin, the contrast of hair and toned body, the taste of him. She found herself unable to stop moaning in delight at the feel of him. He was so beautifully male, and in this position, so utterly hers that she couldn't help but feel her ego rocket. He was loving this, loving what she was doing to him. And she had barely begun.

She moved to one nipple and pulled it between her teeth. Ah. He liked that.

She continued to suckle and pull at first one nipple, then another, until she heard Mulder mumbling something absolutely incoherent.

"What was that?" she asked innocently. Mulder glared at her.

"I said don't you think this party could use a little change of venue," he remarked pointedly.

Scully grinned. "In a minute," she replied. Taking pity on his condition - his erection was now so hard it looked painful - she began to work her way down his body. She kissed her way over his stomach, then down to his hips, avoiding his erection, although she took careful note of it out of the corner of her eye. Nice. Very nice. Of course, her attraction to Mulder was, for the most part, cerebral and emotional, but it was nice to know that the physical part was going to be every bit as pleasurable. She stole another glance at his extremely impressive cock. Oh, yeah. Very pleasurable indeed.

She moved across to his cock and began to slowly place small kisses on the tip. Mulder was groaning and rambling and refusing to stay still. Scully continued to kiss his cock, gently exploring the tip, nudging and probing and driving her lover out of his mind. She glanced up to see his head thrown back and his breath causing a lock of hair to flutter over his eyes. His skin was damp. "Christ," he moaned.

Jesus. He was desperate. Not exactly a first for Dana Scully, but she found that it pleased her more then it usually did. It was probably something to do with how good Mulder looked when he was like this. Mulder, for his part, was having a hard time keeping himself from grabbing Scully's head and putting her gorgeous mouth exactly where he wanted it. God, she was good.

She hadn't even sucked on him yet, just kissed his cock a little. He could remember a few women giving him the same treatment, but somehow, Scully was just better at it then anyone he remembered. She was driving him out of his mind.

Now, Scully slowly opened her mouth and took in the tip of Mulder's cock, suckling. She kept it up for some moments before slowly withdrawing. Then suddenly, violently, she took his entire length into his mouth in one big gulp, sucking hard, pulling on him. She put two firm hands on his hips and rode it out with him, pulling on his cock with her mouth even as she tried to steady his hips with her hands. Finally, he came hard into his mouth, and Scully swallowed quickly, sucking him dry, gulping down every last drop of that sweet, salty taste.

Eventually, Mulder slumped back against the bed, spent. His arms hung limply by his sides, and his whole body was covered in a thin film of sweat.

His eyes were closed, but as Scully moved back up over him he opened them to look into her face. He just looked at her for a moment, then shook his head at nothing in particular and smiled wearily. Scully grinned back sexily. "Do you have any idea how good you taste?" she asked. Mulder shook his head vaguely and she kissed him. He probed her mouth with his tongue, tasting himself on her lips. "That good."

Mulder laughed. "Just give me a minute, okay? I need to recover." He pulled her close into his chest and held her there for a long time. "I love you, you know."

"No pressure, huh?" Scully quipped. Quietly she added, "I know. And I love you too. I don't remember a time when I didn't." She laid her head on his chest and he ran his fingers through her hair. "It's like you've been under my skin ever since I met you. This is just the first time it's been literally rather then figuratively." They both laughed, and by mutual decision tightened their hold on each other. "God, Mulder, I love you so much," Scully continued. "You have no idea."

She felt Mulder's chest heave as he chuckled underneath her. "You think not, huh?" he commented, sliding his hands over the skin of her back, feeling the supple texture of the muscle underneath. Scully sighed contentedly and shifted so that she was straddling his hips once more, and weaved her arms around his neck, letting their chests rest flat against each other. She could get used to this. She focused on his hands and what they were doing. They were certainly not idle. He caressed the skin of her back slowly, occasionally allowing his hands to wander around her sides to brush against her breasts, feeling them swell gently under his touch. Gradually his hands slipped lower to take the cheeks of her ass, kneading the flesh there with his own maddeningly slow pace. He stroked up the insides of her thighs, tracing large circles there and noting where to touch to produce a breathy moan from his lover's lips. Soon he had worked his way up to her sex. As he slipped his fingers inside he gave a low whistle.

"Wh…what?" Scully managed.

Mulder's eyes closed reflexively as he explored her with his fingers. "Jesus…Scully, you're so wet." She smiled and nibbled at his neck.

"Just the way you like it, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. Wet and tight. This is just the way I like it, Scully. You feel so good like this. I'm so used to you being cool and professional and now I feel you like this. You're so soft and wet, Scully. I want to fuck you, I mean really fuck you. I want to feel what it's like to be inside you." He was kissing her hair, her face, her eyes, her lips, everywhere. "Can't you feel it, Scully? You and me. Hot and tight. Do you like it like that, Scully?" He turned her onto her back. Her eyes were closed and she lay quivering underneath him. She looked so beautiful he thought he might come right into the air. His cock was rigid. He needed to ram it into her, fuck her senseless. But he needed her to say it.

"Yes. I want…oh, God, I want, I want…"

"Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me. I need it. Oh, God, Fox, I need it so bad."

"Tell me, Scully. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

Scully writhed against his hand as he pushed his fingers into her. What did she want? Didn't he know already? Didn't he already know every little thing about her? "Fuck me, Mulder. Hard and fast. Keep going and don't stop. Make me come. Fuck me, Mulder, fuck me right now." Her eyes locked with his and silently she begged for him.

Roughly, Mulder pulled her thighs wide apart, his eyes still locked with hers. He felt the need for tenderness and the experience of a slow and erotic seduction with her, but they were both beyond that now. They had shared many a tender moment, and they would again, but not now. This was raw, animalistic fucking, and it was so good Mulder wanted to scream.

Scully's arms had been around him, but now she let them drop above her head as she arched her back, pushing her hips tight against Mulder's. "Give me your cock, Mulder. Fuck me." With that, Mulder rammed his prick into her. He clenched his teeth at the feeling. So wet, Jesus, how could anybody be that wet? He stilled his motions, desperately trying not to come right away in that incredible heat.

Regaining his composure, he held Scully's hands above her head and whispered, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." Scully just moaned, unable to reply, and Mulder began to fuck her. He pushed his cock as far inside her as he could, then pulled out of her completely only to thrust into her once more. He was vaguely aware of how rough he was being, but he couldn't stop doing it harder and harder to her, making her scream.

Scully pulled at his hair, his arms, his neck, his shoulders. So good. She couldn't ever remember feeling so truly fucked. Mulder drove harder and harder into her as she lay almost helpless, letting her screw her, moaning his name. She couldn't control what she was feeling, what she was doing. She pushed and thrust and screamed and scratched his back, all the time pushing them both towards the perfect climax.

And suddenly, she came. It assaulted her, robbing her of conscious thought and returning in its place the most amazing orgasm she had ever had. That instant, Mulder came with her, and the feeling of him spilling inside her was so potent that she screamed, "FOX!"

After what seemed like an eternity of that feeling, they slumped on top of one another, spent. Mulder rolled off Scully but didn't let her go, not sure if he could. So he cradled her close in his arms and smiled as Scully kissed his chest gently before settling in beside him for the night. Peaceful, sated and content, they slept.

"Touchdown!"

"Alright! The Redskins have it! I told you so."

Scully shook her head knowledgeably. "I wouldn't be too sure about that It's only the third quarter. It's not over yet."

Mulder just shook his head at her. "You're such a spoilsport, you know that?" Scully's eyebrow quirked. "You weren't saying that last night. You were saying a lot of other stuff, but that wasn't one of them. In fact," she murmured, sliding closer to him and placing her mouth to his ear, "you told me I was the best fuck you'd ever had."

He shivered. It was taking him a little time to get used to just how sexy Scully sounded when she was talking dirty. For such a straight up and down ( excuse the pun ) and by the book type of girl, she had a hell of a filthy mouth on her. But just because she could turn him on didn't mean he was going to let her get one up on him. He turned his head towards hers so he could whisper in her sweet shell-like. "I know. I'm sorry. You're not a spoilsport. And you are an incredible fuck. I love the way you do it." His voice softening a little, he added, "And I love you."

Scully smiled back up at him, her 24-carat gold smile. "Ha. Love you more."

She pulled his head to hers and laid a sensuous kiss on his lips, before settling in beside him to watch the rest of the game. Suddenly she smiled, then grinned, and then broke into a fit of giggles. Mulder began to laugh just watching her. "What?"

She turned to look at him. "I was just thinking. After all that happened, we got so lucky to get the tickets here, we finally got together, everything is great…" she moved on top of him and straddled his hips, the bed sinking slightly under the strain, "you'd think we would have made it to the actual game…"

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