Title: In Amor, Vis Vires; WIP, 5 of 8



Author: Andrea



Rating: NC-17



Category: MSR, S, MT, Scully POV



Disclaimer: Whatever, sue me.



Notes: Thanks to Angela, Aly and Dan for beta reading.

A special thanks to Lari for her medical expertise, as well.



Archiving: I'd be honoured, but I'd also like

to know.



Spoilers: Through season six



Feedback: Yes, please! ardywyn@hotmail.com



If you are missing the first four chapters you can find them

on my webpage:  http://members.rogers.com/faloona4/amorindex.html



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"Don't look at me like that, Mulder! Walking to the bathroom is a

challenge for you right now. Sex is out of the question." I was

sitting up again.



"Completely?" He looked like he might actually cry.



"Mulder," I sighed. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I would guess

you tend to be -- well -- fairly exuberant during sex."



A small smile wavered at the corners of his mouth. "Fairly," he

admitted.



"I think you would just end up hurting yourself before we got

anywhere. Then we'd have to wait even longer and Mulder, I don't

want to wait any longer than we have to." I tried to reason with

him.



"What if -- well -- if you -- um -- were on top?"



I couldn't help laughing at his hesitancy. Granted it was a

little unusual to be discussing positions before we'd even

attempted sex for the first time. From the way his eyebrows

furrowed and his bottom lip protruded, I gathered he didn't find

it as funny as I did.



"I assumed all along we were talking about me on top, Mulder. If

you could guarantee me that you would remain absolutely

motionless underneath me, I might consider it."



Mulder drew a breath to speak, but I cut him off before he got

a chance.



"Don't make any promises we both know you can't keep."



"Why did we have to wait until I was laid up like this before we

confessed our love, Scully?" He looked more dejected than I'd

ever seen him before. "You do love me don't you? You never said,"

he added quickly.



"Yes, Mulder, I do love you, more than I've ever loved any man,

but I thought you knew that." I reached out to caress his

cheek with my thumb.



"How would I have known?" his expression became confused.



"Padgett told you. I assumed you never pursued it because you

didn't share my feelings." I dropped my hand to my lap again.



"I thought he was talking about Skinner," his voice was very

quiet.



"Skinner?" I chortled. "What makes you think I was attracted to

Skinner?"



"I do have e-mail at work, Scully."



"Okay, you've lost me. What does e-mail have to do with any of

this?"



"The footage, from the elevator camera, when you kissed him.

Everyone's seen it."



"That?" I laughed. "Do you know when that was? In what context

I kissed him?"



Mulder shook his head slightly; he had suddenly found his hands

very interesting again.



"He had just given me the information I needed to save your

sorry ass when you almost got yourself killed investigating

the reappearance of the Queen Anne." He slowly lifted his head

to look at me, his eyes wide with amazement. "I love you, Mulder.

I don't know when it happened. One day you were my annoying but

cute partner and the next you were my devastatingly handsome,

incredibly sexy but annoying partner."



"Devastatingly handsome?" he grinned.



"Love does strange things to one's perception," I rolled my eyes.



"Incredibly sexy?" he squirmed happily.



"Among other qualities, yes." When I reached out to stroke his

cheek once more he grabbed my hand and pulled it to his mouth.



"But we can't have sex?" He was placing several soft, warm kisses

on my palm. "You're killing me here, Scully."



The no sex route wasn't thrilling me either; his kisses on my

palm alone were sufficient enough to cause a tingling between my

legs.



"There are a couple of other options." The timbre of my voice

reflected the effect of his kisses on me.



"What options?" His voice had deepened; it seemed our

topic of conversation was having its effect on him as well.



"There are two alternatives I can think of, but you would have to

promise to stay as still as possible."



He nodded his head vigorously, his eyes wide in anticipation.



"Either manual or oral stimulation."



He groaned as soon as I'd spoken the words.



"I think I'd prefer oral," I continued. "Manual seems a little

less intimate than I'd like."



Mulder's breathing had become distinctly ragged.



"Would that be okay -- for the time being?" I wanted this

decision to be mutual.



"Okay? Scully, that would be fantastic. But what about you?"

Mulder looked at me earnestly.



"I'll be okay, Mulder. I can wait. I'm not as badly off as you

are," I nodded toward the definite bulge in the sheet.



I was surprised to see a look of disappointment cross his face.

It took me a few seconds to realize why.



"Mulder," I began gently, "I didn't mean that I could take or

leave making love to you. All you had to do was kiss my palm and

I got excited."



His disappointed look was quickly replaced by an expression I'd

never seen before. His eyes began to gleam; his lips were

slightly parted. He looked like a ravenous man who had stumbled

upon a feast. My heart started to beat rapidly in my chest.



"If I wasn't so worried about your well-being, Mulder, I'd be

all over you." I hoped he couldn't tell my heart was fluttering.



"Come here," his voice had become husky.



Mesmerized by that voice and the look on his face, I did exactly

as he asked and leaned closer to him. I was still several inches

away when he took my face securely in his hands and quickly

brought our lips together.  I had to plant my hands on either

side of him to stop myself from landing on his chest.



Moving his hands to grab handfuls of my hair, he plunged his

tongue deeply into my mouth. There was nothing gentle about this

kiss. I responded in kind. A kiss had never been this raw and

wild for me before; nothing had. My body was craving more of him;

my passion almost overwhelming my intellect. With each thrust of

his tongue, I could feel the need in my body mounting. I knew I

would have to retreat soon. Not only because I felt like I might

fly apart at any second, but also because my arms couldn't

support my weight much longer. Reluctantly, I pulled back before

I collapsed on top of him.



"I should give you that sponge bath, or part of it anyway." My

speech was impaired by my labored breathing.



"Um -- Scully?" Despite his own ragged breathing, I could hear

doubt in Mulder's voice. "I don't think I'll make it through

another sponge bath."



"You'll make it," I promised. "I'll be fast and I won't be

gentle."



His eyebrows shot up in alarm.



"I'm not going to hurt you," I chuckled as I stood up. "I'm not

planning on making it a sensual experience."



"Okay," he still sounded uncertain.



Before I left the room, I started a small fire. I hadn't lit

one yet that day. Although the sun had finally decided to show

its face, at halfway down to sunset it wasn't warming up the

room enough for me to bathe Mulder.



When I returned with my supplies I added more wood to the fire.

Sitting partially propped up by pillows, Mulder watched my every

move, still looking rather dubious.



"I'll get you a clean pair of underwear later," I explained as I

pulled the top sheet down.



He nodded and lifted his hips off the bed so I could remove his

boxers.



"Do you think you can move to the middle of the bed? I'll move

your pillows."



Without a word he inched over. His fear of not lasting through

the sponge seemed to have had a beneficial effect; his erection

had waned somewhat. Once he was settled in the center of the bed,

I wet the washcloth and dabbed some soap onto it.



Taking his penis firmly in my hand, I washed him quickly but

thoroughly. He began to grow hard again, but he was in no danger

of ejaculating. After rinsing him completely, I put the cloth

back into the basin.



"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I sat down beside him.



"Well, it still felt good, but not as good as last time," he

smiled.



"I think I'll be able to take your stitches out tomorrow, so

it won't be an issue anymore. You'll be able to shower." I leaned

in to kiss him softly.



"Are you going to shower with me? For safety reasons, of course.

I might slip." His head was lolling on the pillows as I placed

kisses along his jaw; the bristles of his beard pleasantly

tickling my lips.



"Of course," I agreed solemnly. "We wouldn't want to risk further

injury."



"Mmm," he sighed as I pressed my lips to his chest.



As I was tracing circles around his nipple with my tongue, I

lightly grazed the inside of his thigh with my fingernails.



"God, Scully, this feels so much better than the sponge bath,"

his breathing had become shallow again.



"I hope so," I lifted my lips from his skin to laugh.



He began to say something else, but when I dipped my tongue into

his bellybutton, he inhaled sharply. When I began to kiss my way

down the fine line of hair on his abdomen he started to moan

softly. I was surprised to find myself extremely aroused simply

knowing that I was giving him so much pleasure. My breathing had

changed, but not to the same degree as his.



He groaned when I finally took his cock into my hand and slowly

took the head into my mouth. When I swirled my tongue I

discovered a drop of his salty lubricant.



"Mmm," my voice sounded unfamiliar to my ears, almost sultry.



My pleasure increased when I felt Mulder's hand gently stroking

my hair. I was kneeling to the right of him, with one hand on his

belly to remind him to keep still. With the other I began to

massage his testicles. His cock, now fully engorged, was far too

large for me to take into my mouth completely. Instead I moved my

hand from his balls to his shaft and moved it in concert with my

mouth.



His natural lubricant in combination with my saliva made him very

slippery allowing my hand to slide easily along his length. It

seemed like I had only just begun when I felt him tense as if he

was about to come.  I slowed down immediately, wanting his

pleasure to last.



Kissing the head of cock gently, I caressed the inside of his

thigh until he relaxed again. When I took him into my mouth

again, I moved more leisurely, exploring every detail of his

hardness with my tongue.



Mulder talked to me, or tried to, the whole time; telling me how

much he loved me and how good it felt. As he drew closer to his

climax his vocalizations were incoherent, but the lusty tone of

his voice thrilled me. When I felt him tense again I tried to

back off again, but he was too far-gone.



"No," his voice was raspy and I knew he meant he wanted me to

keep going.



After barely picking up my rhythm again he called my name

hoarsely right before his cock pulsed. I continued to caress him

as his orgasm rocked him. The muscles in his abdomen tightened,

but his hips never left the bed. When he started to relax I

gently released his softening cock and began to kiss my way up

his belly.



"I tried to warn you," he said softly as I nibbled on his

collarbone.



"I could tell you were about to ejaculate, Mulder. You don't

have to warn me," I moved my kisses to his neck.



"You didn't mind?" he sounded surprised.



"Like I said," I straightened up to look in his eyes. "I wanted

this to be intimate. Aside from making love, I think this is

about as intimate as we can get.



"Have I told you how much I love you, Scully?" he pulled me close

and kissed me tenderly, almost reverently. When our lips parted I

thought he was going to say something, but he hesitated.



"What is it, Mulder?" I prompted.



"It's too selfish," he shook his head.



"You aren't being selfish by choice. What do you want?"



"That was the most incredible --" he paused.



"Blow job?" I filled in the blank for him. I thought it was

endearing that he thought I might be offended by the terminology.



"Yeah, the most incredible blow job I've ever had --"



"But?"



"I really want to be able to see you, to touch you," he confessed

breathily.



It was only then I realized that I'd stayed dressed in the jeans

and t-shirt I'd quickly pulled on while the oatmeal was cooking.



"You think that's selfish?" I pressed a kiss to his mouth again.

"Do you have any idea how much I've craved your touch?"



"Probably not half as much as I've wanted to touch you," his eyes

began to gleam again and he started to pull my t-shirt out of my

jeans.



"Slow down, Mulder," I laughed, making him pull his hand away

instantly. "I know you think I worry about trivial things," I

took his hand and put it back on my hip, "but I still have to

finish your sponge bath, give you another dose of antibiotics,

change your dressing, make some food for you and before you

touch me, I'd really like to take a bath."



"I don't care if you have a bath or not," he chuckled and

squeezed my hip.



"I do, I want to be clean. It'll make me feel more comfortable.

I know it sounds weird." I didn't want to tell him that I hadn't

shaved since we got here.



"I want you to be comfortable, Scully. Do whatever you need to

do," he smiled softly at me.



After getting fresh water, I quickly finished Mulder's bath and

retrieved a clean pair of boxers for him. Once I'd given him his

medication, I took the dressing off his incision and inspected it

carefully. It appeared to be completely healed.



"I think I'm going to be able to take your stitches out

tomorrow," I was pleased with how well he'd recovered.



"All right!" he crowed.



"That doesn't mean you'll be ready for the sexual Olympics,

Mulder. You'll still have to take it easy, but we might be able

to expand our repertoire a bit."



"Will I be allowed to get in and out of bed without permission?"



"I guess, but no more cooking, not for a few days. Tomorrow you

can try sitting in a chair for a while," I suggested.



"Will you be in my lap?" he grinned lasciviously.



"And I thought the blow job might curb your libido," I laughed.

"Now for supper you have your choice of mashed potatoes and a cup

of chicken broth with vegetables or some pasta."



"Will I be able to have some meat in the sauce, like you

promised?" he looked hopeful.



"Um, not unless every aspect of your digestive system has

completely returned to normal." I tried to put it delicately

since discussions of this nature offended Mulder's delicate

sensibilities.



"Not yet," he pursed his lips. "Is that bad?"



"No, but until things are functioning normally, I don't want to

tax your system. So nothing that is hard to digest for a few

days. Don't forget the bullet and the surgeon cut through your

abdominal wall. Don't expect to be back to one hundred percent in

the blink of an eye."



"I know," he sighed. "But my brain thinks I'm ready for sex and

steak."



"Mulder, I'm sure your brain thought you were ready for sex and

steak when you first opened your eyes here." I shook my head.



He grinned sheepishly at me as I gathered up the bathing supplies

and left to make supper. Once I was in the kitchen I realized

Mulder hadn't said whether he wanted the pasta or not. When I

went to confirm he was on his way to the bathroom, almost walking

completely upright.



"You did want the pasta, right?"



"Yes, please," he nodded.



As I watched him walk to the bathroom, it struck me how

thoroughly I loved him. He was still shuffling, and a bit hunched

over, favoring his abdomen. He'd lost quite a bit of weight

making his boxers hang loosely on his hips. But to me he was

incredibly sexy. Yes, I definitely had it bad.



When I presented him with his spaghetti and meatless sauce half

an hour later, I noticed immediately that he'd shaved.



"I could've done that for you," I caressed his cheek.



"As much as I would've liked that, Scully, I didn't want to waste

any valuable time."



"Oh," was the only reply that came to mind as I was enthralled by

how green his eyes had suddenly become.



"Eat up," he nodded towards my plate.



Knowing Mulder was anxious to touch me created a fresh tingling

between my legs and my appetite for food vanished. I ate without

tasting anything and when Mulder was done, I took both plates to

the kitchen, even though I hadn't finished.



"I won't be long," I popped in to tell him before I headed

upstairs.



He had picked up the paper again and turned on the small light

beside the bed. Sitting on top of the sheets in nothing but

his boxers and glasses, he smiled up at me. Realizing he was

waiting patiently for me to present myself to him nearly made

my knees buckle.



"I'll be here," he chuckled wryly. "Before you go maybe you

should

get the fire going again. It's getting a bit cool in here. I'd

do it myself, but my doctor would never let me hear the end of

it."



"You're right, she wouldn't," I agreed with a smile as I stirred

and stoked up the fire.



By the time I was on the stairs it had already started to crackle

nicely. I didn't linger in the bathroom. Before I filled the tub,

I knelt to wash my hair under the tap. As the tub was filling, I

wrapped my hair in a towel. I added some bath oil for the scent

and to soften my skin. I'd considered using lotion after my

bath, but knowing Mulder, he'd be tasting as well as touching

and

the lotion would not be very palatable. I sat down and shaved my

legs before the tub had filled. After washing quickly, I stepped

out of the tub and patted myself dry.



While the tub was draining, I blew my hair somewhat dry. Drying

it completely would have taken far too long. After a few passes

with a brush, I grabbed my robe from the back of the bathroom

door and padded softly down the stairs. Mulder quickly set the

paper back on the nightstand when I appeared in the doorway.



"I was thinking, Scully," he began tentatively, "At first I was

going to ask you to lay down next to me, but since being on my

side isn't comfortable yet -- would you consider sitting on my

lap?"



He was right. We had the choice of standing up or having me on

his lap. Neither of us would last long on our feet, so his lap

seemed like the only reasonable alternative.



"Okay," I nodded as I approached the bed.



As soon as I was within his grasp, Mulder reached out and

loosened the belt on my robe. When it fell open, I shrugged it

off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.



"Scully," he breathed as his eyes traveled the length of my

body.



Under Mulder's gaze I felt beautiful. The way his eyes burned as

they roamed over me spawned a new flood of heat in my belly. He

held out his hand to steady me as I climbed into the bed.

Although completely naked, once I was settled in his lap I felt

extremely safe. It was a feeling of total trust I'd never known

before.



"I love you," Mulder whispered as he slid his hands into my hair

and pulled me close; pressing his lips to mine.



As his tongue delved into my mouth, his hands eased out of my

hair, grazed lightly over my shoulders and then glided over my

back. My breasts suddenly began to feel engorged, aching for

his touch. When he finally brought his hands around to cup them

gently, I moaned into his open mouth and pushed myself more

firmly into his hands. He needed no further prompting,

immediately beginning to squeeze and caress me with added vigor.



I felt bereft when his mouth left mine, but when he started to

kiss and nibble my neck I forgave him instantly. When his mouth

reached my collarbone, his hands left my breasts and I soon felt

him gently caressing my bottom.



I was surprised to feel his hands urging me up, but I quickly

realized he needed me on my knees so his mouth could reach my

breasts. For support I reached behind him and clung to the

headboard. This position allowed him to lay back against the

pillows with my breasts falling in front of his face.



When his mouth closed over my nipple, I inhaled sharply. As he

drew it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, his hands

were busy massaging my thighs. When he moved his mouth to my as

yet untasted breast, one of his hands left my thigh. I groaned

when I felt it between my legs. My breaths became short and sharp

when his fingers first teased my lips and then parted them.



As he continued to explore he would certainly no longer doubt

how much I wanted him. When he eased one long finger into me and

grazed my clit with his thumb, I bucked against his hand.



"Scully," he practically growled.



"That feels so good, Mulder," my voice sounded breathy.



Out of my lusty haze I became aware that Mulder's hands were no

longer moving and his mouth had not returned to my breast. I

dragged my eyes open to see what was wrong and was met by his

piercing green eyes.



"It's not enough," his voice was still feral. "I need you to do

something."



"Anything," I heard myself saying.



"I need to taste you. This isn't enough."



"How?" My thought processes were impaired by my desire.



"You stay like that, I'll lie flat on the bed."



It took a couple of seconds before I realized what he was

suggesting. He wanted me to straddle his face. That was

something I'd never done before. It had always seemed so

crude, so porn-film.



"Mulder, I --" I hesitated.



"Scully," he interrupted. "I want to be as intimate with you as

you were with me. Using my hands isn't the same. I know this

position isn't ideal, but I can't think of another way."



Had any other man I'd ever been with asked this of me, I would

have denied him. But this was Mulder, and I'd never trusted

anyone as thoroughly as I did him. This would be the most

significant expression of that trust I could give him.



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