Title: In Amor, Vis Vires; WIP, 6 of 8



Author: Andrea



Rating: NC-17



Category: MSR, S, MT, Mulder 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 five chapters you can find them

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



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As it turned out, I must not have survived the gunshot wound

after all, because this had to be heaven. What could possibly be

more perfect than a very naked, very aroused Dana Katherine

Scully hovering above me? She still hadn't agreed to my request

to let me finish exploring her body, but having her breasts in my

face while I awaited her answer made the wait very enjoyable.

Finally she drew a shaky breath.



"All right, Mulder, but I've never done this before, so you might

have to hold me up."



"It would be my pleasure," I tried to sound gallant, but I think

my voice was a little too husky and it sounded more roguish than

honorable. If Scully noticed she said nothing. "I think the

easiest way to do this is for you to take away the pillows that

are holding me up."



"Okay," she nodded, and when I'd pushed myself a little more

upright she pulled out the pillows and set them beside us on the

bed.



Then I slowly eased myself down until I was flat on the bed. As I

gently caressed her thighs, I inched my way down the bed until I

was directly underneath her legs. She repositioned herself so

that she was on her right knee, but her left foot was on the bed

and her left knee was bent. When I looked up, the significance

of what I'd asked her to do finally became clear to me. My

normally reserved partner, who rarely even let me see her

emotions, had laid herself completely bare before me. I'd been

too caught up in my own needs to recognize how much she would

have to trust me to even consider doing this. Knowing Scully this

was likely harder for her than telling me she loved me.



While I'd been reflecting I'd also been stroking her thighs and

running my fingers lightly over her sex. It's always easy for

women to tell if a man is aroused, but I'd never been in the

position to see any woman's excitement so clearly. The profundity

of what I was seeing didn't escape me. I'd always thought that if

Scully did ever fall in love with me, it would never be to the

degree that I loved her. When I saw Scully engorged with blood

and glistening because of me, I knew I'd been wrong and I was

lost in my lust again.



I had intended to take things slowly and gently, but I couldn't

control my passion. With one hand on her hip, I was able to raise

my head to reach her. The fingers of my free hand were soon

inside of her. When she groaned and rotated her hips at the

contact, my stomach fluttered. There is no more powerful

aphrodisiac to a man than knowing he is getting it right. If

Scully had looked over her shoulder she would have seen the

effect she was having on me.



While my fingers were plunging into her, I began to lap at

her clit. She was trying to match the rhythm of my fingers

with her hips, but that kept taking her now swollen bundle of

nerves out of my reach.



"Stay still." My hoarse instruction was rewarded with another

soft moan from Scully.



My lips and tongue return to her clit and as I kiss, suck and

stroke it I feel something swell within her. My fingers were

instinctively drawn to the dime-sized projection and I began

to rub it. Above me, Scully groaned my name and shuddered

violently. Thrilled, but not yet satisfied, I continued to

stimulate her clit. It didn't take long before her moans

intensified and she was practically grinding herself against

me. When she suddenly threw her head back and began to quake

I had to hold onto her to keep her from toppling over backwards.



Every pulse and throb of her clit elicited another groan and

shudder. It was a couple of minutes before she opened her eyes

again and gazed down at me. I had seen many looks in Scully's

eyes, but satisfied was new to me, and quickly became my

favorite.



"Mulder." My name sounded exceedingly sensual when she sighed

it.



I was still trying to process the strength of her orgasm, the

look on her face and the sound of her voice when she quickly

moved from above me and bent to kiss me. When she did, her

hand brushed against my erection.



Without a word, she moved down the bed, released me from my

boxers and took me into her mouth again. Her orgasm had left

me very aroused and I came embarrassing fast. I was still

recovering when I felt Scully snuggle up to my right side.



"Love you, Mulder," she mumbled sleepily as she pulled the

sheet over us.



Her orgasms seemed to have the same affect on her that mine

did on me, and she was soundly asleep in no time. With her

pressed up against me, I soon followed her and we slept through

the night with lights in the cottage burning brightly.





When I woke in the grey light of early morning, I wasn't sure

what had woken me, my bladder or my stomach. It took a couple

of seconds for me to realize that Scully was no longer beside

me. It worried me momentarily, but the aroma of toast wafting

in from the kitchen eased my fears. Since my bladder was the

more pressing of my two concerns, I eased myself out of bed

and walked, actually walked to the bathroom.



When I was through, I went to the kitchen, wanting to show

Scully the improvement I'd made.



"Good morning," her smile lit up her face when she saw me,

sending a warm flush through me. "You're looking well this

morning."



"I feel great," I beamed. "And look," I walked over to her.



"Hey, you're lifting your feet."



When I got to her, I pulled her into a tight hug. It seemed

like a small thing, but I was excited with how quickly I seemed

to be recovering.



"You still shouldn't over do it though, Mulder. It won't take

much to set you back." She settled into my arms.



"I know, baby steps," I pressed my lips against her hair.



Lifting her head, she smiled at me and stood on her toes to

kiss me. "I don't want anything impeding your recovery."

The smokiness of her voice and haziness of her eyes told me

this wasn't Dr. Scully wanting me to recover quickly; she was

speaking as my lover. I wrapped my arms around her further and

returned her kiss passionately.



"Believe me, Scully, I don't want to risk re-injuring myself."



"If you take it easy, you'll be fine," she assured me. "Now if

you want to sit at the table, breakfast is ready."



"Good, because I'm starving."



"Another good sign," she chuckled as she went back to the stove.



"Um, Scully?"



"Yeah?" she turned to look at me.



"Do you have some thing about keeping your men next to naked?

Because I'm kind of cold." I was standing there in just my

boxers. The bedroom was warm from our bodies and the fire, but

the rest of the cottage was fairly cool.



I watched as an auburn eyebrow slowly crept toward her hairline.

"Well, I'd prefer you totally naked, but if you're cold, I guess

you can have some clothes." She kept her voice even and her face

straight.



After flicking the burner off under the scrambled eggs she was

cooking, she left the kitchen and I heard her pad up the stairs.

She returned quickly with a pair of pajama bottoms and a hooded

sweatshirt. As I pulled on the sweatshirt she put the food on

the table.



"Let me help you with these," she took the pajama bottoms out of

my hand and held them for me while I stepped into them.



"I promise to go naked as soon as it warms up," I grinned as I

sat down. My smile was fleeting, because the way I had to fold my

body to sit in the chair created a twinge in my belly.



"Okay?" Scully sounded worried.



"Yeah, it's just the first discomfort I've felt in a while," I

admitted.



"Try to sit up straight -- lean against the back of the chair.

I'm surprised your shoulders haven't bothered you more. They

usually ache with an abdominal injury, because you use them more

than you're used to."



"Well they did bother me a bit, but nothing worth mentioning."



"Mulder," Scully sighed. "Please mention everything. Let me

decide if it's worth it or not. How are your shoulders now?"



"It was yesterday that they were a bit sore. They're fine now."



"Probably because you overdid it yesterday morning. If you start

to hurt again, get straight back into bed and let me know." Dr.

Scully had returned in full force.



"I will," I assured her quietly and picked up my fork.



"Mulder," Scully's voice was softer, "I'm worried about you, not

angry with you."



"I think you just want to keep me naked and in the bed," I tried

to lighten the mood.



"Well, that too." A smile twitched at the corners of her mouth.



After breakfast I stayed in the kitchen while Scully did the

dishes. Then after needing her help to get out of the chair, I

went back to the bedroom. I hadn't realized how much sitting in a

chair had taken out of me until I woke up several hours later.

The room was bright and Scully had opened the small window and

a fresh breeze was billowing the lace curtains.



Scully had gotten dressed and was sitting in the armchair reading

the newspaper. She must not have been surprised that I'd fallen

asleep, because she didn't look worried.



"How long was I asleep?"



She looked up from the paper with a smile. "A few hours, 4 maybe.

Your body is still healing, Mulder. You need the rest, I'm glad

you aren't fighting it."



"I didn't feel tired when I laid down," I was amazed.



"You'd be surprised at how much energy sitting in a chair

requires. But that is the best way to recover, Mulder. Do

something that seems insignificant and then rest."



"Well, I feel great," I used my arms to pull myself to a semi-

sitting position. "Isn't it about time for more antibiotics?"



"I already gave them to you," she smiled.



"Wow, I must have been out like a light," I shook my head.



"You were," Scully was still smiling. "Are you hungry? I had

some bananas that were going black, so I made muffins."



"I slept through muffins baking?"



"Is that a yes?" she chuckled.



"Please," I nodded.



Not long after I enjoyed the muffin, Scully made lunch. It was

nothing special, some mashed potatoes and vegetables, but it

was delicious to me. After lunch Scully was in the kitchen

cleaning up when I had to make another trip to the bathroom.



"Hey, Scully," I called to her when I was finished.



"Yeah?" She stuck her head out the kitchen.



"Bring on the meat!"



"Everything's back to normal?" she laughed.



"Well, not normal, but back," I clarified.



"Okay, but we're still going to start small. How about a stir-

fry tonight? With chicken?"



"Hey, meat is meat. It'll help me get stronger too, right?"



"It will, but no huge slabs of red meat quite yet, okay?"



"But soon?" I wanted to know.



"Maybe some ground beef tomorrow, would that be okay?"



"Oh yeah," I waggled my eyebrows at her, making her laugh, before

I headed back to the bed.



Scully followed me a few minutes later and announced it was time

to remove my stitches. She had me sit up so I could remove the

sweatshirt I'd fallen asleep in. I'd had my fair share of

stitches removed, so I watched with little concern while she

carefully removed each stitch. When she was done, she poked

around the scar, asking me how it felt. I admitted it was a bit

tender, but she said that was to be expected.



"So I can shower now?" I wanted to know; I was reclining on my

pillows again.



"I thought after supper would be a good time," she nodded.



"And you'll come with me?" I grinned.



"Yes, but don't get your hopes up, Mulder. You aren't remotely

close to ready for shower sex."



"Yeah, but you'll be wet and naked. That's almost as good," I

lowered my voice.



"Are you planning to wash more than my back?" Her eyes were

sparkling.



"Definitely and I'm really hoping you think I'm ready for more

than oral sex," I pleaded with her.



"We can try, Mulder, but if I decide you are getting carried

away, I'll stop immediately," she warned.



"Define carried away."



"You have to let me do all the work."



"I don't have a problem with that," my grin was back.



"You might not realize you're moving, Mulder. It's instinctual,

you know."



"I'll concentrate. If it means making love to you, I can do

anything."



"God, Mulder," she leaned in from her position on the edge of

the bed to kiss me.



My hands went to hair as I deepened the kiss. As I pulled her

closer I felt her breast pressing against me. Suddenly after my

shower wasn't soon enough, I wanted Scully now. Taking one hand

out of her hair, I slipped it under her sweater and began to

knead her breast through her bra. When I did she started to

thrust her tongue deeper into my mouth. Apparently I wasn't the

only one who didn't want to wait.



"Mulder," Scully pulled out of our kiss, panting. "If we make

love now, that's it for the day."



"Okay," I was working on the clasp of her bra.



"Then I guess I shouldn't shower with you," she leaned in to kiss

my chin.



"Why not?"



"Well, I don't know about you, but it's going to get me aroused

again." Her voice was low and seductive.



"Aren't you capable of controlling yourself, Scully?"



"I've been controlling myself for the better part of 5 years,

tonight I think I can handle. I was more worried about you," she

informed me with a huff.



"5 years?" I repeated in shock.



"Yeah," her cheeks started to grow pink.



"Wow, almost as long as me," I grinned as I slid her sweater

upward.



"Oh, you haven't been in love with me longer than that," she had

raised her arms to let me remove her sweater.



"In love? A bit longer, I think. In lust, well let's just say

Frohike wasn't the first one to notice that you were hot." I

tossed her top to the foot of the bed.



"You were thinking about me back then?" Her eyelids had grown

heavy.



"Mmm hmm," I eased the straps of her bra off her shoulders.



"Why are you smiling like that?" She straightened up to look at

me.



"I didn't realize I was. I guess it's because I'm enjoying

this -- we're so comfortable, talking while I undress you."



Scully's cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink. "I *am*

comfortable with you, Mulder, very comfortable."



"I never knew comfortable could be so sexy." I reached up

to stroke her cheek and she leaned into my palm.



"I love you, Mulder," she whispered.



It was the first time she had said it unsolicited. It may have

only been a whisper, but to me it was as if she had shouted it

from a mountaintop. I slid my hand into her hair and pulled her

into a kiss. Her bare breasts felt heavenly pressing into my

chest. Both of my hands were soon fumbling with the button and

zipper on her pants. She came to my rescue and swiftly removed

them, only breaking our kiss for a few seconds. When I started

to struggle with my flannel pajama bottoms, she broke our kiss

again.



"I'll do that," she eased them off me quickly. "I'm going to

warn you, Mulder. This won't be as romantic as either of us

would like. I'm not going to be able to bend over you. I'll

have to stay upright."



"Okay." At that point I would've agreed to practically anything.

My eyes were glued to her as she moved to straddle me. When she

took hold of my cock, I drew in a sharp breath.



"Are you all right?" She looked up at me in surprise.



"Oh yeah," I chuckled.



"You'll let me know if you experience any pain."



I must have nodded because Scully began to concentrate on

lowering herself onto me again. I could feel her heat before we

actually made contact and when we did, we both groaned. The sound

of her pleasure sent little chills through me. I still couldn't

reconcile the fact that she wanted this as much as I did. Our

conversation and kissing must have been enough foreplay for

Scully because she was very wet and I slid into her easily.



Scully was sitting atop me, her knees on the bed beside my hips.

To balance herself, she leaned back and put her hands on my

thighs. This position arched her back, making her breasts jut

forward tantalizingly and my hands were instantly drawn to them.

When she began to move I could see the pleasure on her face. She

moved slowly at first, occasionally caressing my balls.



While I was still able to think clearly, I watched her every

move. She only lifted her body marginally off mine with each

stroke, but it felt fantastic. Her head was thrown back, and

her eyes were closed. Her rosy nipples were standing out

proudly, because I'd been teasing them, I assumed.



The feeling of being so deep inside of her was overwhelming. With

each rise and fall of her hips I savored the sensation of being

so close to her. I had never known what making love felt like.

Everything else I'd ever experienced was simply sex, and was in a

different universe from what Scully and I were sharing. When her

fingertips passed lightly over my testicles again, I groaned. I'd

never been with someone who took the time to make sure the sex

was good for me too.



With Scully leaning back I realized I had more access to her than

if she'd been leaning over me. I let one hand slowly drift over

her belly. When it came to rest on her mons, she groaned and

began to pick up her pace. Easing my thumb between her slick

folds I quickly found her swollen clit. The contact made her

buck her hips and she moved with more purpose; her hips rotating

on every stroke.



As her speed increased, I lost the ability to focus on anything

but the tingling sensation building up in my balls and the way

her muscles tugged and pulled at my shaft. I knew my orgasm was

imminent but I could do nothing to stop it. Then I heard Scully

call my name and she began to quake above me. My own orgasm

followed seconds after hers. When I stopped twitching I realized

my thumb was still on her clit and I could feel it pulsing. I

must have kept caressing her without being conscious of it.



Before she collapsed to the bed, Scully managed to disengage

herself from me. Her body was covered by a thin sheen of

perspiration. She wiggled around until her head was on my right

shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her to me.

She sighed softly and snuggled against me.



"If that's what it's like when you aren't moving, I can't even

imagine..." her voice trailed off.



"I'm looking forward to finding out just how extraordinary our

sex

is going to be," I chuckled. "How long until I can participate in

this worthwhile experiment?"



"It depends, Mulder. If you are comfortable on your right side,

we might be able to try that tomorrow. That's a fairly low-stress

position, isn't it?"



"I'd have to move my hips," I tried to picture the position.



"Yeah, but you wouldn't have to use your strength to hold

yourself up," she pointed out.



"True," I was already looking forward to trying it.



"I don't know about you, Mulder, but I need that shower now.

Do you want to join me, or do you still want to shower later?"



"I'll shower with you, but strictly for safety reasons," I

assured her.



"Right," she laughed.



Thanks to my morning nap, I was able to safely shower with Scully

until the water started to grow cool. Feeling the water

streaming over me almost felt as good as Scully's hands spreading

the soapy lather over me did -- almost. Dancing naked with

Scully

in the tiny stall proved to be one of the most sensual

experiences

of my life. I was glad we'd showered right after we made love,

because if I'd had time to recharge, I would have been left in

a most uncomfortable state.



For supper I sat at the kitchen table again, freshly showered

and wearing clothes. I felt strangely more alive than I'd ever

felt before. When Scully inquired about why I was smiling so

much, all I could tell her was that I was extremely happy. For

some reason that made her eyes well up. I was confused until

she told me through her tears that she was very happy too.



After we ate it wasn't long before I fell asleep again. This time

I'd had the presence of mind to undress before I got into bed.

As I drifted off, I heard the clink and splash of Scully doing

the dishes.



It was dark in the room when I woke again. Scully was sleeping

peacefully beside me. I wasn't sure what had woken me until I

heard a noise outside. Staying perfectly still, I listened to see

if I would hear it again. It was a slight scuffing sound;

something or someone was outside of the cottage.



Slipping out of bed quietly, I walked softly to the foyer. The

front door had no windows, but I could see a window in the living

room. As I tiptoed toward it, I didn't notice the throw rug in

front of the door. Before I knew what was happening I was flat

on the floor. My head was full of white noise and I couldn't

catch my breath.  I could barely make out Scully calling my name

from the bedroom, but my attention was riveted on the slowly

turning doorknob.



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