The Wicked Game by Marina

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The following characters belong to CC, FOX, 1013, and a troop of other people that I have no desire to mess with... I just want to borrow the episode "Small Potatoes" and twist it into my own little tale. Post this anywhere (please) just keep my name attached.

Rating: R (or NC17 for the faint of heart) Category: SR (MSR!!!) Spoilers: SMALL POTATOES. If you haven't seen it - find it and watch it!!! It is absolutely hilarious. And MEMENTO MORI - also one of the best episodes I have ever seen. I hope you like my take on the episode (SM). It was just too good to let it end the way CC did... But that is what fanfiction is designed for.

The Wicked Game by Marina

FBI Headquarters - Washington DC
Friday 4:37 p.m.

"I'm sorry, Scully..."

Dana Scully looked up at her partner across the top of her computer. She removed her wire rimmed glasses from her nose and focused her brilliant gaze upon him. She was trying to be calm and collected, but failing miserably. "Sorry? Why?" she asked.

Fox Mulder looked, suddenly, awkward and stupid. It had been over a month since their close encounter with Eddie Van Blundht and she had yet to open her mouth about the strange circumstances of his capture. "I'm just sorry, I guess..."

"For what, Mulder?" she asked, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "For Eddie Van Blundht's inexplicable abilities? That wasn't your fault. It's been over a month. Let it go."

He leaned back in his chair and stared at her. His eyes searched her face with an intensity she should have been used to by now. She could practically see his mind madly racing to some for of explanation. She was just afraid that this time, it would not be her that could rationalize the situation.

"Scully," he began, licking his lower lip nervously. "It - it...." He was stammering like a lowly schoolboy asking the prom queen for a dance. "I - It wasn't me, Scully."

She tilted her head slightly to the right. "I know."

I know... It was the way she said it - quiet, listless, and reluctant. The words were like a soft sigh escaping her lips. I know... A prayer, maybe, or a wish. It boggled her mind. She hadn't meant to sound so mysterious, or her voice to be so unmistakably full of longing. She watched as his eyes darkened, and a smile touched his lips. As the words passed over her mouth, she saw his features soften and he smiled. They had enticed him, and aroused him. She could sense it. Her words were like a invitation that one is unwilling to send for fear of the reply.

Scully flipped the switch on the side of the computer and began to gather her things. "I'll finish these at home. I'm sure Skinner will be curious." She stood to leave, throwing her coat over her arm and picking up her briefcase. "See you, Mulder."

"Wait!" he pushed back from his desk and steps toward the door. He leaned his weight on against the wall, blocking her path, and stared at her. "Please talk to me about this."

"Mulder - I really don't want to. Why does it bother you so much?"

He dragged his fingers through his already tousled hair and sighed. "It doesn't bother me, Scully... It intrigues me. I-I just keep seeing that scene of you and him on the couch together..."

"Damn photographic memory of yours..." she muttered, looking away.

"What were you doing?"

"I thought that it was pretty obvious." She returned her eyes to Mulder's face, realizing that it was inches from her own. He was invading her personal space again. He stood, hunched over her, and she could practically feel the warmth radiating from his body. "Or has it really been that long?"

Mulder stepped back, allowing her to pass. "I'm sorry, Scully."

She bit her lower lip thoughtfully, and watched his face intently. "Why?" she asked softly, her voice muffled with exasperation. "Why, Mulder?"

He dropped his eyes to study her feet. "Because... Because it took a dork like Eddie less than twenty four hours to do what it has taken me four years to even fathom. That is why I'm sorry, Dana. I guess Van Blundht was right, I am a loser."

She started at the use of her first name. Every time he called her Dana it sent shiver through her frame. He only addressed her that way when he was afraid or had a desire to have her complete attention. She was used to the distance he had placed between them by sticking to 'Scully.' It didn't usually bother her... Now, it was different. Three days ago she had seen the man that she had secretly hoped Fox Mulder would become someday. In her mind, she knew it had been Eddie Van Blundht, but a new side of her had awakened. It was a part of her that she had thought she'd lost a long time ago. A part of her that only her partner had succeeded in evoking and arousing.

"You're not a loser, Mulder. You're successful, smart, funny..."

"Gee, thanks, Scully..."

"Well, what do you want me to say?" She felt the nerves in her body flare to life and begin to burn slowly under her skin. She was suddenly flushed with anger and annoyance.

He moved away, staggering back as if he had been physically hit. He looked sad, more morose than usual, and a little irritated. He backed himself against his desk and brought his gaze up to meet her eyes. "Good night, Scully."

"Good night."

9:56 p.m.

Dana lifted the whistling kettle off of the burner and poured the hot water into her waiting cup. She dipped the tea bag up and down until the liquid turned a soft brown. She took the cup, along with the file on Van Blundht, and went into her living room. She sat on her couch and opened folder.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and forced herself to look at the picture of Van Blundht that Mulder had stapled to the back of the report. Oh, Dana, how on earth! She slapped the file closed and leaned back into the soft pillows. She had never felt so close to something in her entire life. There had been a brief moment of utter fear when she saw 'Mulder' inching towards her over a month ago. That passed when she saw the dark pools of his eyes focused so intently on her... A man had never looked upon her with such desire, trust, and love.

Scully could admit to herself, now, that she would have allowed Eddie Van Blundht to do basically whatever he wanted to do to her mind and body. She smiled slightly at the thought - wondering if Eddie, with his morphing muscles, had knowledge of all of Mulder's body parts...

"I have to stop doing this...." She closed her eyes, enjoying the soft warmth of the fire she had built. It soothed her frazzled nerves and calmed the outlandish thoughts racing through her head. She would have destroyed their partnership, jeopardized her career - as well as his - and made life practically miserable, for one night of passion. No, she thought firmly, no matter what... Not even for Fox Mulder... Yeah, right, Dana... she thought dryly.

"But it wouldn't have been him, so I guess it would have been okay," Dana said out loud. "That's sick...funny, but twisted..." She sighed, propping her legs up on cushions. Soon, she felt herself drifting into a dark void, closing in quickly on the darkness that led to the edge of oblivion.

Knock...Knock...Knock...

Dana Scully's eyes flew open, and she clutched her heart. She sat up trying to focus on the brief sound that started her from a peaceful slumber. Her fire had long since burned away into ashes, and her tea was no longer steaming. The small clock that rested on her mantle read 12:01. She had only been asleep for two hours, but her body felt oddly relaxed and restored. Dana stretched and started to stand up.

Knock...Knock...Knock...

She turned her head towards the door, flipping on a small lamp. It's him There was no doubt in her mind that it was Fox Mulder on the other side of the heavy wooden frame. It wasn't the first time he had shown up, unannounced, at odd hours of the night. She always accepted him, taken him into her apartment with care, and helped him if she could. Tonight, she thought, will be no exception

Peering throughout the peephole, she focused on his face and smiled. She felt an odd sense of recall as the night with Eddie flooded her mind. This was different. Eddie was locked up and this was Fox Mulder. She had to force her anxiety and tension out of her frame by relaxing her shoulders. Scully took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before opening the door.

"Hi," he said softly.

"Mulder? What's the matter? Are you okay?" she asked, taking in his rumpled state. Yeah, this is definitely the real Mulder, she thought.

Mulder wore his usual off-duty outfit, consisting of black jeans, black sweater, and his leather jacket. His dark hair was falling over the top of his forehead, making him look years younger, and his eyes sparkled in the dim hallway. He had one hand behind his back, and he was nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Nothing is wrong... I just wanted to see you."

"Oh, well come in," she said, stepping back, glancing at the glass bottle in his hand.

He followed her into the living room and sat down on the couch. He glanced up at her, a soft smile on his lips. "I went to see Van Blundht again."

"Why?" she asked, dropping into the chair. She smoothed the silky material of her pajama pants. She felt suddenly embarrassed to sit with him dressed in pale blue silk. Vainly, she brushed her hair behind her ears and tried to focus on him. "What did he have to say this time?"

"Actually, I did most of the talking..." He held out the wine bottle. "Want some?"

"Sure - I guess..." For the second time in thirty days she retrieved two glasses from her cupboard and opened a bottle of wine. She checked the label, noticing that Mulder had brought white wine, while Eddie had chosen red. She sighed at the memory.

"Are you okay?" Mulder asked.

"Eddie brought red..."

"I told you I was no Eddie Van Blundht..."

She poured the wine, the pale liquid filling the glasses, and handed him one. She took a long swallow, tasting the lightly fruit flavor. "What did you talk about?"

"Me, mostly. He said that I was crazy to live life the way I am. He told me that I had everything any man would ever want right before my eyes..." Mulder stopped talking, and sipped the wine. "I asked him what you two talked about..."

Scully felt the sudden flush on her face, and tried to cool the flame with another drink of wine. "Did he tell you?"

"He said not to ever take you on a pumper truck... What does that mean?"

She laughed, suddenly, the short burst of noise, exploding from her chest. "My senior prom - we had to ride home with the fire trucks... I feel weird telling you this again..."

He was staring at her. She saw how his eyes darkened the instant she opened her mouth. She watched as he consumed ever inch of her satin clad figure. The pull of his gaze was intoxicating in its strength and determination. His expression was unlike anything she had ever seen before. His features were soft, tranquil, and untroubled, and utterly beautiful. The gentle orange glow of her lamp cast a small amount of light on his body. That light caressed him, making his skin warm and inviting, and in startling contrast to his dark clothes.

"But it wasn't me, Scully... So, tell me - again..." His voice was oddly even and mellow. "I want to know."

She met his rousing gaze with equal vehemence. "On prom night, my friends couldn't control the campfire and someone called the fire department. I never got to find out if Marcus was the true love of my life. We rode home on the pumper trucks..."

Mulder smiled. "How did he treat you?"

"Marcus?" she asked, filling her empty glass, and offering the bottle to her partner.

He watched her fill his glass. "No. Eddie."

She tucked her feet up underneath her bottom, and turned to face him. She leaned her head back against the couch. "Eddie was charming, nervous, interested, and animated. He listened to every word I said and hung on each thought. I know this sounds stupid..."

"No, go on."

"He was perfect, Mulder," she said softly, regretting it instantly. "If Eddie had your face and your body, he would be the perfect man."

He sat back, and gulped down his wine. "I'm sorry, Scully."

She rubbed her head wearily. "Will you please stop saying that! You have nothing to be sorry about! I am a grown woman, capable of taking care of myself! I just got carried away - that's all...." She hated the fact that her voice rose when she spoke to him. Trying to control herself, she said, "Stop being sorry, Mulder."

"How far would you have allowed him to carry you away, Scully?"

She stared at her hands, placing her glass on the table. "Do you really want me to answer that?"

He put his glass down next to hers. "Yes. I want to know."

Dana thought carefully about the words she used in her next sentence. She planned on giving him the opportunity to play the leader. She was tired, and no longer wanted to play twenty questions. She hadn't the heart to solve their little dilemma, so she figured she would pass it off to him. He has always been good with puzzles, she thought.

"Mulder," she began, her voice quiet. "I would have allowed you to carry me as far as you desired."

His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. He recovered quickly, clenching his jaw shut, and chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. Two dark, gray, and storming clouds filled his dark eyes, revealing his pleasure in her answer. Satisfaction spread his lips in a wide grin that was slightly lopsided.

"I knew it."

She picked up her wine and swallowed a mouthful. Her body was beginning to relax and suffuse with the alcohol. It was a mildly enticing feeling, only heightened by the handsome man smiling broadly at her. She tried to stop the smirk from appearing on her lips.

"Knew what, Mulder?"

He tilted his head, and brushed his hair away from his eyes. "You like me."

"Mulder," she admonished, "of course, I like you... You're my partner, my fired, my --"

He giggled. "Uh-uh... You like me."

Scully couldn't believe the soft chuckle that came out of his mouth. She couldn't remember the last time she heard him giggle. She laughed at herself, her nerves frazzled and warm, feeling immensely happy. The rush of heat filled her flesh, bringing a fever toher face. Silently, she cursed her fair skin.

"God, I feel like I'm back in high school."

He leaned closer. "Does that mean we can neck like a couple of teenagers?"

"Mulder!" she exclaimed.

"Scully!" he countered.

"This is ridiculous!" she said, trying to rationalize the circumstances. "Mulder, it is against Bureau policy for two agents working together to get romantically involved. That calls for immediate transfer and suspension!"

"Okay, Miss FBI Handbook. I know, Scully, I know."

"Then why did you ask?"

He stared at the colorless liquid dancing in the bottom of his glass. "Because of my chat with Eddie. A month ago he told me to live a little. You know what I did? I bought a new suit and treated myself to dinner. Dinner alone. I haven't even had the guts to wear the suit yet... It's just a reminder of how routine my life is. I live everyday as if it were the same. I go to work, chase the elusive truth, pray that I get a lead on my sister, and wonder silently what would happened if I let loose a little. That is my life, Scully. I realized that I don't like it much."

"How do you want to change?"

"I want to do something that I've only dreamed about for the past four years..."

Scully watched him move closer to her, abandon the wine glass, and remove hers from her hand. She calmly observed his fluid movements, careful not to breath too heavily and betray herself. He moved into her space, placing his face before hers. He touched her cheek, tracing a small circle on her skin with the tip of his finger.

"And what crazy fantasy would that be... Agent Mulder," she whispered, choking slightly on her emotions.

"I want to know what it's like to hold Dana Scully, to kiss her, to make love to her. I want to feel you, Dana... All of you. Is that crazy?"

His breath was excruciatingly hot on her face, and smelled faintly of fruit. She was beginning to become aware of all of him. His scent, so completely unique, a mixture of soap and cologne, his heat, and his touch. The painfully tender feel of his fingers on her face was enough to heighten her senses considerably. Her reaction was unfamiliar to her, and it frightened her.

"Mulder, we can't do this...."

"Why?"

"We're partners-"

"I know," he cut her off. "So?"

"So."

Mulder leaned closer, touching his lips to the soft flesh under her earlobe. She gasped at the wet sensation of his mouth against her flesh. The emotions, raw and crude, came rushing to the surface of her skin with a charge of adrenaline. She realized that she had wrapped her arms around him and clung to him convulsively, as he continued to trace his moist lips down the arch of her neck.

"Mulder," she gasped. "Mulder-"

He turned his face up to stare into her eyes. His face was flushed with passion and desire, and a secret smile played upon his lips. "Yes, Scully?" he asked, playfully raising his voice.

"I - I-" she whispered. "I love you, Mulder."

Beneath the weight of her fingers, she felt his whole body tremble. She watched, painfully, as his face drained of color and grew pale. She felt his skin become cold as he began to shiver, shaking almost to his bones. His teeth chattered, and he clenched his jaw to stop the deafening noise. Scully, saw his dark eyes fill, and she waited as the first tears were shed.

He wept, sobbing shamelessly, in front of her. She held his hands tightly in hers, and he leaned into her embrace. Her arms, strong and sure, took hold of his body and comforted the haunted man. Mulder buried his face in her chest, muffling his cries in the satin of her shirt. His arms encircled her thin waist and squeezed firmly, not having the strength to lessen his grip.

She offered him consolation, trying to remain aloof at the sudden emotional outburst. Comfort seemed to be all he sought for many long minutes. As the time passed, slowly, she began to move, and he began to calm down. She lifted his face, tearstained and blotchy, in her small hands, and kissed his cheeks. She traced her lips over his skin and kissed his eyes. The salt of his tears stung her tongue. She stared at him.

"Mulder,' she said, her voice wavering. "How long has it been since someone told you that they loved you?"

He sighed heaviliy. "No one," he gasped. "No one has said that to me since Sam was taken... No one has ever cared..."

"I care, Mulder..." Dana said firmly, mustering power in her voice. "I love you. Always..."

His hands began to move up and down the sleek muscles of her back. Soon, it became unclear whom was holding whom. He seemed to be amazed by the softness of her pajamas, and the underlying strength of her body. She watched the excitement in his eyes storm as he ran his fingers over her firm and supple flesh, only stopping briefly to graze the curves of her breasts.

Dana let her hands roam over his body, savoring the hard fibers of his physique. She moved closer, kissing the corner of his mouth. He eagerly captured her upturned mouth fully and completely. Their tongues met, quickly delving through all walls and crossing all boundaries ever created. Soon, they lost themselves in the hot and liquid kiss they shared.

Tentative kissing gave way to hungry groping. Her fingers plunged into the cool softness of his hair, demanding more and more from his mouth. Her temperature rose steadily, blazing only with the unquenchable desire he pulled from her. The craving for physical contact was a result of many things. Years of loneliness, quiet nights, certain glances, certain touches, small gestures... Everything that she and Fox Mulder were seemed to end in rapture and passion.

She began to stand, pulling him with her. They stood together, Mulder bent to her much shorter body. He hadn't loosened his grip, and his mouth had not failed her. Together they seemed to be whole, more alive, blessedly alive. Scully began to inch her way toward the bedroom.

Mulder let go suddenly, and followed her. He walked over to the bed and switched on the tiny lamp on her night stand. They stood by the bed, staring at each other, as if contemplating a jump utterly beyond their reach. She was scared. Hell, she was terrified, and could tell by the unmasked concern in his eyes, that he was too.

"Mulder, I want this..." she said, trying to reassure him. "Don't you?"

"Yes," he whispered. He looked lost and scared. "God, Dana, I've wanted you for years..."

He traced his fingers over her shoulders, and dropped his hands to unbutton the satin shirt. He touched her breasts carefully, bringing a soft moan to her lips. He bent to her nipples, kissing the hollow of her chest, and biting mischievously at the hardened flesh. She sighed more audibly this time, relishing in the absolute shock of electricity that flew through her.

Scully pushed his jacket of and it fell to the floor, and then she pulled at the sweater, lifting and tugging until he shrugged out of it. She touched his bare chest, loving the firmness of his skin. She bent to kiss him, leaving wet trails up his collarbone to his neck and behind his ear. Dana let her hands drift to his waist, twisting buttons of his jeans until they were all undone. She urged him slowly, and he complied without hesitation, allowing her to drop his pants.

Mulder took her down on the bed with him. He pulled off her pants, casting them to the floor, and tried to get her out of the shirt. She smiled up at him, removing the satin from her body. He seemed to be taken with a sudden onrush of hunger because he ravished her body, cupping her bottom in his large hand. He ran his fingers over her lovely calves, dancing over her smooth thighs, and pushing gently on the taut muscles of her stomach.

Bravely, she reached between their bodies, fascinated by his firmness and size. He moaned as she touched him, moving closer to her, almost begging for more. She stroked him slowly, agonizingly, and watched him writhe with pleasure. She saw is face flush deeper with passion and fervor. She continued her assault until he pulled away, laughing slightly.

"Dana?" he questioned.

Overwhelmed by the warmth that dripped from her name, she melted. Long ago they had become one being, one creature, unable to function apart. Now, it was different. Now, she could hear the light sighs, murmurs, and whispers of two bodies aching to become one. Her senses reached his silently, diving into his eyes, and pulling him up from the dark pools of guilt where he lay. She brought him into the heat of her embrace, becoming one mind, one body, and one heart with only one desire.

Mulder pulled off her white panties roughly, kissing the small thatch of hair. She reeled in hr senses, crying out noises that had no rhyme or reason. She felt her muscles relaxing and contracting rhythmic as he kissed her fluttering belly. He moved to tease her nipples with his tongue. She arched against him, longing for his body on hers.

"Oh, Mulder, please..." she gasped.

He raised his head and stared at her with hazy eyes. "Yes?"

She reached down and carefully tore off his boxer shorts. She gripped his hardness, and maneuvered herself under him. He touched her, opening her tenderly, and she guided him into her.

Scully gasped, breathing sharply as he broke her, and passed deeply into her. She saw him brace himself on his strong arms and looked down. Their eyes locked, and it seemed, to her, that he was staring right into her soul. Leaning down, he took control of her mouth, probing with his tongue, and devouring her.

He brought her to the edge once, and then slowly took her down. She cried his name as he leisurely thrust into her. Again, he picked up the pace, bringing Dana to a brink of pleasure she had never visited before. Her insides turned so hot that she felt as if she were on fire, and in desperate need of release. Still, he held on to her, urging her forward, farther than she had ever been, until finally, she left her body. The sheer luxury of passion filling her, also, blinded her.

"Fox!" she screamed, unaware of any of her surroundings. She mindless rode the sensual contractions within her until they died to a small wave of pure feeling.

Suddenly, she sensed his imminent orgasm, and pulled him to her. His weight squashed her breasts against his chest, but she was unaware of the pressure. She lifted her hips and grounded her pelvis against his, as he thrust harder and faster. She held him close, within her, densely and forcefully - allowing him to empty himself inside of her.

Dana continued to whisper his name, as she stroked his hair. The aching need was now replaced with a remarkable tenderness and rush of love for the man above her. She realized that nothing in her life had ever felt so wondrously right.

Saturday 7:00 a.m.

Dana curled her small body against his, relishing in his warmth. She forced her eyes open and glanced at the clock. Stealing a glance at her partner, she realized he was still asleep. He looked beautiful, peaceful, and happy in his slumber. She touched the side of his face, stubble tickling her palm, in an attempt to reassure herself that he was really beside her.

"You know, I am never going to let go of you..."

She started at the rumble of his voice. She grinned as he opened his eyes. "Never?"

"I couldn't if I tried."

"Won't that get a little awkward at the Bureau?"

He groaned, stretching. "No! Don't say the B-word." He covered his ears and began to hum - loudly.

"Okay, okay," she said, pulling his hands away from his head.

"I want to know everything about you, Dana Katherine Scully."

"Ask away," she replied lazily.

"Favorite color?"

"Blue."

"Me, too," he said. "Favorite food?"

"Chocolate anything..."

"A woman after my own heart..." he whispered into her hair. "Favorite animal?"

She looked up at him. "Fox."

He grunted and then laughed. "You called me that last night."

She tilted her head. "What?"

"Fox. You called me Fox when you...ah..."

Dana felt the warmth spread her face. "Oh. I'm sorry."

Mulder brushed his hair off his forehead. "No... I like it when you say it. Really."

"That could take some getting used to..." She rolled on her stomach. "I think this is going to take a lot of getting used to."

He shook his head. "We'll just have to practice, Dr. Dana..."

"Practice makes perfect, Mulder."

He looked at her seriously. "You are beautiful, Dana Scully, and I love you, too... I never said it last night. But I love you, more than I ever thought I could love anyone or anything."

"Oh, Mulder," she said feeling the tears form in her eyes. "I love you, too..."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, much like he did in the hospital in Allentown. "Somewhere, Dana, you became a part of me - not just my partner. You became a necessity, like breathing. I'd die without you."

"Mulder-"

He giggled again. "Besides, you have beautiful body."

"You want my body again?" she asked.

He nodded. "I want your body again."

"What about my mind, Agent Mulder?"

"Isn't that part of the package, Agent Scully?"

She kissed his lips. "Yeah, and it is all yours, Fox."