Title: Movie Classics

Author: Andrea

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Not Mine, I wish, then we could've done
this a long time ago.

Spoilers: Anything thru season six is fair game

Archiving: Please

Notes: Thanks to Dan, Jules and Kathie for advice and support.

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Here they were, another small town, another dingy motel room.

"At least this one's clean," she thought to herself

It was only 7 p.m. and Dana was already restless. She was amazed that
she would allow Mulder to drag her on yet another one of his
*investigations*. 

"Well, that's a bold faced lie," she admitted silently.

She knew exactly why she let herself be dragged to every godforsaken
small town in this country. Did he know? He had to know. She had been
waiting for him to make the first move, and he hadn't. Well, there 
was that one time in his hallway when she had threatened to leave the
bureau, but nothing since.

It was painfully obvious to Dana that Mulder thought their work 
together on the X-files was more important than any type of 
relationship between them, other than friendship. She was quickly 
coming to the end of her rope. It used to be enough for her just to 
be with him, but not anymore. She wanted more. She needed more.

"God, I really need more," she sighed.

She was startled out of her reverie by a knock at their adjoining 
door.

"Are you decent?" the familiar voice asked.
 
"Mentally or physically?" she answered quietly.
"What?"

"Come in," she told him.

He opened the door dressed in his running gear.

"I missed my run this morning, wanna join me?"  he asked.

"I think I'll pass Mulder, but thanks for asking," she smiled thinly.

"Okay, but don't put off exercising for too long. I wouldn't want 
you to get a flabby butt," he grinned.

"I didn't think you noticed, one way or the other," she raised her 
trademark single eyebrow at him.

"Of course I do. Did you think I walked behind you all the time out 
respect?" he laughed.

He turned and headed out of the door of his room, leaving the
adjoining one open.

"Be back in about an hour," he called before he closed the door 
behind him.

"Dammit," she thought to herself. "The constant sexual banter 
doesn't make it any easier."

"Are you afraid, Dana?" she asked aloud. "Afraid that he'll reject 
you? So what if he does? Will you curl up into a ball and die? I 
don't think so. At least you'll know one way or the other. That's 
got to be better than this living hell."

She still sat perched on the edge of her bed.

"But, how? It will definitely shock him if I make a move on him, so I
might as well knock him off his feet completely," she laughed.

They were twenty minutes outside of Chicago. If she hurried he
wouldn't be back much before her.

When she opened her motel room door an hour and fifteen minutes
later she could hear his shower running. She would have to be quick.
She got everything set up and was heading into her bathroom just as 
she heard his shower stop.

"You're back. Where'd you go?" he asked through her bathroom door a 
couple of minutes later.

"There was nothing on TV, so I rented some movies and a VCR," she 
told him.

"Did you get anything good?" he asked, sounding skeptical.

"I'll let you decide," she was glad she was behind the bathroom 
door, because she was grinning like a Cheshire cat. She came out 
of the bathroom a couple of minutes later. She wondered if he 
could tell that her heart was pounding at her ribcage, like it was 
frantic to get out. She was surprised by a knock on his door.

"Are you expecting someone?" she asked, desperately hoping not.

"Mmm hmm. Pizza guy," and he headed to his door.

"Oh," she had entirely forgotten about food. She didn't think she 
could choke down any food right now if her life depended on it. 
Mulder flopped down on her bed with the pizza.
 
"Want some?" he asked, his mouth already full with his first bite.

"I'm not hungry right now, maybe later," she told him.

In fact, she hoped she would be very hungry later. He shrugged and 
took another bite of his pizza.

"So what movies didya get? Anything I'd like?" he grinned.

"They're still in the car. I'll go and get them,"  Dana told him.

"This is really going to floor him," she thought to herself.

She was back in a few seconds with a bag of movies. She sat down 
on the bed. She was still wearing the skirt and shoes she'd worn all 
day. Mulder had changed to jeans and a T-shirt. His feet were bare. 
He obviously had no idea how sexy she thought he looked.

"So?" he asked.

"What?" she was startled.

"Geez Scully! What planet are you on? What movies didya get?"

"Oh," she pulled the first one out. "The Sound of Music?" she 
wondered if he could tell she was trying not to giggle. He just 
snorted.

"Okay. How about Casablanca?" she asked as she pulled it out of the 
bag.

"Good movie, but I'm not in the right mood. What else do you have?"
he asked.

"What kind of mood are you in?" she wondered to herself.

"African Queen?"

"I didn't know you were a Bogart fan," he said.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, so is that a no to African
Queen?"

"It's a maybe. What else do you have?"

"Maltese Falcon?" she was grinning now.

"Are my finely honed profiling skills detecting a pattern here?"
 he laughed.

"Maybe not the pattern you think. Bogart wasnt in The Sound of
 Music, but they are all classics," she grinned.

"Okay...What else?"

"The Day the Earth Stood Still?" She offered.

"Scully, I'm impressed. That *is* a classic and a definite 
possibility. What else have you got?"

"Invasion of the Body Snatchers-the original."

"Wow! You are really surprising me here, Scully. That's another 
definite possibility. Any more?"

*Boy, if he is really surprised now,* she thought to herself.

"Just one more all time classic," she said.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Horny Cocksuckers...volume 9," her voice had
taken on a sultry quality that Mulder had never heard before.

She glanced over at him. The expression on his face was priceless.

"Horny Cockersuckers?"  he repeated, his voice somewhat strangled.

"Well, they didn't have Horny Redheaded Cocksuckers, so I settled," 
she said looking directly into his eyes.

Mulder couldn't believe what he was hearing. She wouldn't be cruel 
enough to toy with him, would she? By the sound of her voice, the 
look in her eyes and the flush on her cheeks, he didn't think so.

"Jesus Christ, Scully!" he breathed. 

He sat up and took the movie out of her hand and pitched it onto
the floor. She was about to say something but he silenced her by 
pulling her into a kiss. She responded hungrily to his kiss, leaning 
into him heavily. He eased her onto her back on the bed. As they 
kissed each other feverishly, he began to unbutton her blouse. He 
felt a low moan rising in her throat. Dana felt she couldn't get her 
tongue deeply enough into his mouth. He was completely over top of 
her now. His knees were between her legs. He was trying to hike her 
skirt up. She pulled out of the kiss. 

"Mulder, wait," she was breathing heavily.

He was confused. There was no way he had misread her signs. She was 
practically devouring him. 'Protection?' he thought. She didn't need
any. 

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said, pushing him onto his back. "Horny redheaded 
cocksucker, remember?" 

"Jesus," he groaned as she began to undo his jeans.
 
She pulled them off slowly, kissing his legs as she went. She worked 
her way back up to his boxers. He reached down and lifted her chin 
up.

"Take your shirt off."

She complied, slowly undoing the rest of the buttons, watching him 
watch her. She let it slide off her shoulders. He sighed deeply. 
Seeing her kneeling over him in her black lace bra was making his 
head swim. He took the blouse and threw it onto the floor. She 
lowered his boxers. She kissed his cock and nuzzled his balls as she 
went. She kissed the inside of his thighs. He was moaning loudly. 
She pulled his boxers the rest of the way off and tossed them onto 
the floor with her shirt. Mulder reached out and ran his thumb along 
her cheek.
 
"Now the skirt, Dana," he was looking straight into her eyes.

She got off the bed. She turned her back to him and unzipped her
skirt. She slowly pushed it down to her ankles.

"Jesus Christ!" Mulder moaned again. She was wearing black lace 
crotchless panties (which became apparent when she bent over), a 
black garter and stockings.

"You like?" she asked, her voice very sultry.

"God, yes!" he moaned again.

She climbed back onto the bed and knelt in between his legs. She 
gently took hold of his engorged cock. There was already a lot of 
precum covering the head. She bent over and licked it off like it was
ice cream. Then she slowly took him into her mouth. 

"Wait a second, Dana," he said hoarsely.

She sat back up, a questioning look on her face.

He sat up more, and put both pillows behind his back.

"I wanna be able to see," he told her.

She smiled at him with her most seductive smile.

"Good! I want you to be able to see, too."

She let her tongue run along her lips. He groaned. She took him 
back into her mouth. She let her tongue play around the rim of his 
head. Then she ever so slowly let his cock slide into her mouth. 
When she first saw his cock, she thought he might be too big for 
her to deep throat, but she always liked a challenge. 

Mulder couldn't believe he was watching his cock slide between
the full lips of his partner. He had fantasized this same scenario 
more times than he could count, but now it was actually happening; 
horny redheaded cocksucker indeed! She had him almost all the way in.
 
"Jesus, that feels fantastic, Dana!" he groaned, stroking her silken 
head.

"Mmm," she moaned in response.

He could feel the moan vibrate through his cock. He groaned 
again. She gently caressed his balls as she took him the rest of the
way in. She let her tongue swirl around the base of his cock. He was 
moaning constantly now. She let his cock slide out of her mouth 
again, and then she took him back in again faster, increasing the 
suction. She spread her knees further apart so she could balance on 
them and free up both of her hands.  With one hand she continued to 
caress his balls and the other followed the path of her mouth, up 
and down his shaft. His moaning was getting louder and Dana felt 
the muscles in his legs and ass begin to tighten. 

Mulder was floating now. He couldn't open his eyes to watch. He 
thought he was going to come, but she held him off, but she kept the
level of sensation high enough that he didn't stop floating. He was 
lost in time and space; the waves of pleasure crashing through him 
were phenomenal. It was like nothing he'd ever felt or even 
fantasized about before. He had the vague sensation that he was 
saying something to her, but he no idea what.

Dana looked at Mulder without raising her head. His eyes were 
closed and his mouth was open. He had his head arched back into the 
pillows. One of his hands clutched at the bedspread; the other 
clutched a handful of her hair. As she held off his orgasm, she 
tried to maximize the sensation for him. He started talking. 
She couldn't understand all of it.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Dana!...God!...That feels...Dana!...so good
...love it," and when she finally couldn't hold him back any longer 
he yelled her name so loud Dana feared the walls weren't thick 
enough. He grabbed her head with both hands as his orgasm raged 
through him.

Dana didn't know which she enjoyed more; his cum hitting the back
of her throat or the fact that it was her name he was calling. He 
continued to moan loudly as she kissed and nuzzled his cock. She 
started to kiss his belly and his chest, working her way back up to 
his mouth. His breathing started to slow. He opened his eyes to look 
at her.  Her lips appeared even fuller than they did normally. Her 
eyes were half-closed and hazy. 

This was 100 times better than any fantasy he had ever had about
his partner, and there were so many and he had them more often he 
would care to admit. He pulled her up into a kiss. She straddled his 
lap and kissed him lustily. He took her head in his hands and pulled 
her out of the kiss to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her full 
lips were parted and she was breathing heavily. 

"You are so beautiful, Dana," he told her, softly.

"You're just saying that because I give good head," her words and 
her sultry voice were making his head swim again.

"No, I'm not just saying that, but you do give incredible head," he 
said, kissing her again.

"Mmm, thank you," she said, returning his kisses.

"Now you lie down. I am going to thoroughly kiss, suck, lick and 
nibble on every inch of this incredible body that you have paraded in
front of me for the last six years," he told her softly.

"I didn't parade," she tried to defend herself, as Mulder eased her
onto her back.

"Bullshit!" he laughed.

"Okay, maybe a little," she admitted.

He started at her forehead and kissed her entire face, pausing 
longer at her mouth to savour her incredible lips. He kissed his way
down her neck. He kissed both shoulders. Before he began to kiss her 
breasts, he paused to admire them.

At first glance it might appear that Dana was small breasted, but
had he realized early on in their relationship that Dana dressed to 
conceal her breasts. Mulder learned to cherish the rare glimpses she 
allowed him. And now here he was on the verge of actually sampling 
what he had only previously been able to gaze at fleetingly when he 
thought she wasn't looking. 

"God Dana, you have no idea how many times I have dreamed about 
actually touching and caressing your exquisite breasts," he breathed.
Now it was Dana who moaned.

He unhooked the front clasp and slowly revealed her breasts. Her 
chest was heaving and her nipples were already very erect.

"Jesus, they are more beautiful than I imagined."

Dana moaned as she finally realized that Mulder had fantasized 
about her, too. As he began to gently caress her breasts, she arched 
her back, pressing them more firmly into his hands. He felt her 
nipples get even harder at his touch. He began to squeeze her 
breasts harder. 

"Ahh," she groaned, lifting her hips off the bed.

"Do you like that?" he asked, his voice had become throaty.

"God, yes!" she panted.

"How about this?" he rolled her nipples between his thumb and 
forefinger.

She gasped and raised her hips so far off the bed he almost 
toppled off of her. He repositioned himself between her legs. He 
took a deep breath in through his nose.
 
"God you smell good, Dana!" he told her before he leaned over her 
and began to kiss and suck on her breasts. 

She was moaning feverishly and clutching his head. Her hips 
continued to buck underneath him as he continued to savor her 
breasts. She pressed her pelvis against his muscled belly. He could 
feel how hot and wet she was. He was torn between wanting to keep 
delighting in her breasts and his overwhelming desire to taste her. 

He somewhat reluctantly left her breasts and began kissing his 
way down her belly. He paused to investigate her navel, causing 
her to moan again. Then he put his arms under her knees and pulled 
her pussy into his face. He noticed with satisfaction that she had 
created her own wet spot on the bedspread. He quickly began to lap 
up her juices, not wanting to waste any more of her savoury nectar. 
He slowly inserted a single finger into her. She gasped and began to 
rock her hips into his finger.

Dana was riding waves of ecstasy to heights she had never 
experienced before. His every touch, kiss, and caress was electric. 
His finger found her g-spot immediately. As he stroked it, he nibbled
and sucked on her swollen lips, occasionally brushing her clitoris. 
Every time he grazed it, she gasped and writhed underneath him. The 
fact that he could bring Dana to this level of passion thrilled him 
to his core. This knowledge itself aroused him almost as much as 
hearing, tasting, touching, smelling and seeing her did.

Her moans were no longer enough for him. He needed to hear his 
usually reserved partner scream. He knew she wasn't too far from the 
orgasm he was sure would fulfill his desire. He began to make small 
circles around her clit with his tongue. Her moans instantly became 
more high pitched.

"I want you to scream for me when you come, Dana" he told her in his 
throaty voice.

"Mmm," she chuckled.

He flicked her clit with his tongue making her moaning intensify 
again.

"Are you going to scream for me, Dana? I want to hear you scream."
 
"Yes, God, yes, Mulder!" she groaned.

He wasn't sure whether she was answering him or just letting him
know that he was getting it right. He began to make smaller 
circles on her clit with his tongue; he increased the pressure as 
he continued to stroke her g-spot. Within seconds her body went 
rigid.

As Mulder brought her to her climax, Dana threw her head back. 
Her body became taut and she began to shake. When her orgasm peaked, 
she could only see black with bright flashes of light. She knew 
Mulder wanted her to scream but her muscles were too tightly 
clenched for her to fulfill his wishes. Her body quaked and pitched 
as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. The tremors slowly subsided 
and she was able to breathe again. She opened her eyes to look at 
him. He was beaming with satisfaction.

"I'm sorry, Mulder," she said, her voice still sultry.

"What for?" He looked puzzled.

"For not screaming, I couldn't, the orgasm was too intense," she 
smiled.

"You certainly did scream. I thought the windows were going to 
shatter. I hope nobody was trying to sleep in the next room." He 
kissed her belly, smiling mischievously at her. "I have never 
witnessed an orgasm that powerful before Dana. It was amazing. It 
certainly did a lot for my male ego that you screamed my name, too."

"I screamed, "Mulder"?" she asked.

"Mmm-hmm" he informed her as he moved up to lie alongside her, still
kissing and caressing her.

"That's interesting. You yelled "Dana"," she told him.

"Do you want to call me 'Fox'?" He asked.

She laughed, "If I'm screaming Mulder at the height of passion when 
I don't even realize I'm saying anything, I think that says 
something."

"I think it says we should have done this a long time ago," he 
speculated.

"Six years of foreplay makes for a really good orgasm, though," she 
grinned.

"I bet with practice, I can do better," he offered.

"Are you going to make me wait six years this time?" she smirked.

"I wasn't even planning to make you wait six minutes," he told her as
he positioned himself over her again.

She moaned softly when she felt his erection on her belly.

"God, I love a man with excellent recoupreative powers," she sighed.

"I think it has more to do with an incredibly sexy redhead."

"Incredibly horny redhead, you mean," she chuckled.

"That too. Oh and Dana, next time you want to make love you don't 
have to hit me over the head with a sledgehammer, okay?"

"I didn't want to make love. I wanted you to fuck me," she said, her 
voice was sultry again.

"Jesus, Dana!" Mulder groaned. "Okay. How will I know the 
difference?"

"I think now that she has finally revealed herself to you, the horny 
redhead would like to hang around for a while. Occasionally she might
like to lie in bed and make slow, gentle love all day, but right now 
she wants to be fucked hard and fast."

"Does the horny redhead have a preferred position for being fucked 
hard and fast?" Mulder's voice had become very throaty again.

"When she fantasized about the sexy G-man, he always fucked her from
behind," Dana's eyes were half-closed and hazy again.

"Mmmmm. That's good because when the G-man fantasized about the sexy
redhead, he almost always surprised her from behind. Mostly because 
he was overcome by her stunning ass,"  Mulder told her as he turned 
her onto her stomach.

Dana got onto her hands and knees, and turned to look over her 
shoulder at him. His cock was standing straight out in front of him. 
She licked her lips.
 
"Do you have any idea of how fucking sexy you are, Dana? Do you any 
idea of how much you are blowing my mind?" he growled as grabbed her
hips and pulled her into his cock.

"I guess the sledgehammer worked," she moaned as his cock slid into
her.

As he began to thrust into her, he moaned.

"Well you can put it away, because from now on if you even look at me
sideways, I will throw you down and fuck you, no matter where we 
are."

"Promise?" she groaned.

"With all my heart," he moaned.

"Mmm. I'm going to hold you to that," her voice was incredibly 
sultry again.

He was moaning softly as began to pick up his momentum. Watching
hiscock disappear into her was creating a new sensation in him. He 
rolled his eyes back in his head and groaned. He opened his eyes to 
watch again.

Dana's hips were matching his every stroke; her head was rolling 
from side to side.

"God your cunt is amazing, Dana," he groaned.

She shook her head, making a disapproving noise.

"What? You don't want me to say 'cunt'?" He asked.

She shook her head no. He stopped thrusting into her. She kept 
pushing back into him. He grabbed her hips to stop her. She made 
a whimpering sound.

"Hold on just a minute, Horny Redheaded Cocksucker. You think you 
can seduce me like this, talk dirty to me and then tell me I can't 
talk dirty back?"

She shook her head no, again.

"I can't hear you," he said, his voice very guttural.

"No," she said softly.

"Good, because now I'm going to tell you all about your cunt, okay
Dana?"

"Okay," she was trying to move her hips.

"God, your cunt is so hot!" he told her as he began to thrust into 
her again. She moaned loudly.

"Your cunt is very tight. My cock fits you perfectly." 

"Oh God, Mulder, it feels so good!" she moaned.

"What feels good?" he asked.

"Having you inside of me," she panted.

"You know the words I want to hear, Dana," he said as he picked up 
his momentum.

She groaned loudly.

"Tell me, Dana!" he implored, thrusting harder.

"God I love the way your big cock feels in my cunt!" she almost 
wailed.

Mulder made a satisfied noise as he began to slam into her. Her 
moans intensified as Mulder fucked her as hard and as fast as he 
could. She matched him stroke for stroke. Mulder felt himself 
starting to peak. He was afraid he might finish before her, but 
slowing down now would be worse.
 
"Ohhh, God, Dana, I'm gonna come!" he groaned.

"God, yes, Mulder I want you to come," she was panting. "I want you 
to come inside of me...in my cunt."

"Dana!" he yelled again as his final strokes slammed into her, his 
orgasm overwhelming him.
 
He remained aware enough to realize that he brought Dana with him 
and she was screaming his name again. They both collapsed on the 
bed. Mulder pulled her close so that they were spooned up. He 
started to kiss her neck.

"I wasn't too rough was I?" He asked softly, nuzzling her neck.

"Not at all," she told him, snuggling back into him.

"Mmmm, this feels almost as good as the sex, Dana," he sighed.

"Almost," she agreed.

He was stroking her hair as he continued to kiss her neck.

"I offended you with my choice of words, didn't I?" he asked.

"No, you were right, I can't have it both ways, besides, that really 
turned me on."

"What did?"

"How you stopped and talked to me and made me talk to you," she told 
him.

"That was just my testosterone talking, Dana. I will never talk to 
you like that except in bed."

"I know, but just to the horny redhead okay? The redhead who wants 
to lie in bed and make love all day would be offended by that kind 
of talk," she told him sleepily.

"I think this G-man will be able to tell the difference' his voice 
was sleepy as well.

He pulled her into him as close as he could and cupped his hand on 
her breast as he fell asleep.

When Dana woke up the lights were still on in the room. Mulder 
was still clutching her tightly, like he was afraid she might get 
away. She really enjoyed the sensation of being possessed by him. He 
was breathing softly in her ear. She lifted up his hand so she could 
slide out of the bed. He stirred and pulled her tight again.

"Mulder, I have to go to the bathroom," she told him.

"What?" he asked sleepily, not releasing her.

"I have to pee," she said.

"Oh," he said, letting her go.

When she came out of the bathroom, she smiled. Their clothes were 
strewn all over her room. The bedspread was hanging off the bed and 
the sheets were crumpled up. The pizza box was on the floor, upside 
down. Dana was still wearing her panties, garter and stockings. She 
stripped them off and threw them on the floor with the rest of the 
clothes. Her wish had come true. She was starving. She picked up the 
pizza box and put it on the bed. She sat down on the bed 
cross-legged and began to devour a piece of pizza. Mulder opened his 
eyes.

"What are doing?" he asked, sleepily.

"Starving," she said, her mouth full.

"Why didn't you eat earlier?" he asked, more awake.
 
She swallowed, "My heart was in my throat, no room," and she took 
another bite.

"Did you think I might say no?" he looked surprised.

"I wasn't sure," her mouth was full again.

"Dana, I don't think the pope could have turned you down tonight, but
surely you knew how much I have wanted this to happen."

"I hoped so, but I wasn't sure."

"I already told you that I loved you," he raised his eyebrows.

"I thought you were still groggy from your ordeal. You never said 
anything else," she said softly.

"You laughed at me. What was I supposed to think?" He asked.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Mulder," she leaned over and kissed him tenderly.

"Mmmm, that pizza tastes good," he licked his lips.

She laughed and handed him a piece. They finished the pizza 
quickly, then Mulder pulled on his jeans and got them each an iced 
tea from the cold drink machine. Dana took the pizza box and empty 
cans and put them in the garbage.

"Let's straighten out the bed, Mulder," Dana said, starting to tug on
the bedspread.

"I think there is something we should do first," he grinned.
 
"Oh yeah? What's that?" Dana grinned back at him.

"I seem to have regained my strength," he informed her.

"Really? I thought you just had another hard-on," she climbed onto 
the bed and straddled him.

"If you didn't have your strength back yet, I could have helped you 
out," she said, kissing him passionately.

"Well, maybe I haven't regained it completely," he returned her 
passionate kisses.

"Help me get these damn jeans off," she said struggling with the fly 
while she still sat on his lap. He pushed them down and kicked them 
off, releasing his throbbing cock.

"Mmmm," she said smiling at his erection.

"You like?" he repeated her words.

"God yes," she said taking his cock in her hand. She raised up onto 
her knees and guided him into her. They both moaned as he slowly 
slid in, filling her up.

"What? No foreplay?" he groaned.

"Fuck foreplay," Dana said as she began to move up and down on his 
shaft.

"You horny redheads are all alike. Just straight into the hot, sweaty
sex," he moaned.

She tugged at his lips with kisses as she continued to ride his cock.

"How many horny redheads have fucked recently?" She panted.

"Mmmmm, I fucked the same one over and over in my mind, and it was 
always straight into the hot, sweaty sex with her, too," he panted.

"I guess you had me pegged," she moaned, holding his face in her
hands, kissing him as she rocked and gyrated in his lap. He held onto
her hips, helping her thrust against him.

"This is fucking unbelievable, Dana," he groaned.

"What is?" She asked, not changing her pace.

"That this is actually happening. I have wanted this for so long, and
it's even better than I dreamt it would be. You are so beautiful and 
so incredibly sexy, Dana. Every time my brain realizes that this is 
actually happening, I am overwhelmed with...with..."

"Shhh," she silenced him with a kiss. "Yes, this is Dana, fucking 
your brains out, and I am not planning to stop."

"It would devastate me if you stopped," he moaned.

"I won't stop," she repeated.

"Are you mine?" he asked.

"Yes," she groaned, picking up her pace.

"Forever?"

"God, yes, Mulder! Forever."

"Cause I don't think I could ever let you go," he breathed.

"I don't want you to let me go, ever, Mulder," she panted.
 
She began to slam her ass into him. She pulled him into another
kiss as she felt herself begin to climax. The contractions brought on
by her orgasm sent Mulder over the top and he yelled her name again.
She leaned against him panting, trying to catch her breath. He was 
stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head.

"Do you always talk so much during sex?" she asked when her breathing
slowed.

He laughed, "No, not usually, I was just overcome by how much I love 
you."

"Jesus, Mulder!" she hugged him tightly. She sat up and took his 
face in her hands, looking deeply into his eyes.

"I love you, Mulder and I have no intention of ever letting you go,"
she kissed him passionately again.

"Now what?" he asked, mesmerized by her intense blue eyes.

"Sleep," she said.

"That's not what I meant," he told her.

"I know, sleep, we'll think about it tomorrow," she said, pulling 
the sheet over her.

"Okay, Scarlett, we'll think about it tomorrow," he laughed, spooning
up to her.



When Mulder began to surface from his deep sleep he could feel
Dana still snuggled into him. Sunlight streamed into the room from 
the opening in the curtains. Mulder still didn't want to think 
about the implications that would result from the change in their 
relationship. He just wanted to watch her sleep. He had never seen 
her look so peaceful before, and he had seen her sleeping often. 
His male ego hoped that he had contributed to this peaceful look. 
He moved a strand of hair off of her face. She stirred and snuggled 
closer to him.

"God, I love you so much, Dana," he said softly, not wanting to 
wake her. She opened her eyes, and turned her face towards him. 
Her smile lit up her face.

"I hope I can look forward to waking up like this every morning!"

"Like what? In my arms, sexually satisfied, or hearing me profess 
my love?" he asked.

"Yes," she grinned.

He laughed, "I see. Well, if I have any say in the matter, you can 
look forward to all of those things, and more," and he began to 
kiss neck.

"Mmmm, can we add this to the list?" she asked.

"Mmm-hmm, and this," he said as he slid his hand between her legs 
from behind.

She moved her top leg so that her knee was resting on the bed, so 
she ended up rolled halfway onto her stomach, allowing him easier 
access. He gently ran his fingers between her lips. He was amazed 
that she was very wet already.

"There's more I'd like to add to the list, Mulder," she said 
softly.

He spread her legs apart further and knelt between them.  His 
erect cock was nudging at her pussy.

"How about this? You can make your list as long as you like. I 
have an eidetic memory, remember?"

"Yes, I remember. Yes, please put this on the list, too" she 
sighed. They both moaned as he slid his cock into her. He saw her 
smile with what looked like satisfaction.

"Why are you smiling like that?" he asked as he began to slowly 
slide in and out of her.

"I like it when we both moan. I'm glad it feels just as good for 
you as it does for me," she told him.

"Good doesn't even come close to describing it," he told her as 
he began to thrust harder.

"Oh my God," she gasped.

"Was that a good 'ohmigod'?" he asked.

She gasped again. "Doesn't even...come close," her words were 
punctuated by more gasps.

He made a chuckled and began to pick up his pace.  Her gasps 
turned into wails. The walls of her pussy were spasming.  He 
realized that every gasp and wail was an orgasm. In response, he 
thrust faster and harder. Her wails and the rippling became 
constant. Mulder felt his own climax surge within him. As he 
came, his final thrusts brought Dana to an ultimate momentous 
orgasm. Her body was still shuddering long after Mulder had 
caught his breath.
 
"Jesus, Dana! What the hell was that?" He asked.

"The most spectacular orgasm I have ever had," she panted.

He lay down behind her and pulled her back into the spoon.

"It felt like more than one to me," he whispered in her ear.

"Actually, I couldn't even begin to count how many, Mulder, but 
all that really matters is that it felt fantastic. It feels 
fantastic whenever you touch me," she smiled at him.

"Maybe, but not that good," he countered.

"Pretty damn close, Mulder. I love how it feels when you touch 
me," she told him. 

"Good, because I love to touch you," he told her as he nuzzled 
her neck.

"Mmmm," she said as she snuggled into him.
 
"I could stay like this forever, Dana," Mulder sighed.

"It is nice, but hot, sweaty sex makes me hungry, so let's have a
shower and then go and get some breakfast," she said.

"I'm pretty hungry, too," he admitted.
 
Mulder followed her to the bathroom. He watched Dana as she 
turned the shower on and tested the water.

"What are you looking at?" she asked when she noticed him watching 
her.

"I watch you all the time, Dana, but now it doesn't matter if you 
know. I like the scenery," he added.

"I guess this means I won't have to gaze at you covertly anymore, 
either," Dana grinned as she stepped into the shower.

Mulder stepped in behind her. She leaned her head into the water 
and closed her eyes.  She felt Mulder's soapy hands begin to 
caress her.

"Mmmm, that feels good," she sighed.

"It certainly does," he agreed. "I'm going to make sure that every 
inch of you is very clean."

"Mmmm, okay," she sighed again.

Mulder proceeded to caress every inch of her. Dana moaned and 
squirmed under his hands. When he had thoroughly cleaned and 
caressed her, he moved her underneath the water to rinse her off. 
When he moved her back out, she opened her eyes.

"Your turn," she said moving him under the shower. 

It was Mulder's turn to savour the feeling of Dana's hands running 
all over his body. The water was starting to cool down when she 
moved him back under the water to rinse him off. Dana turned the 
cold water down.

"We had better hurry up and wash our hair," she laughed.

Once they were out of the shower Mulder headed back to his room.

"Where are you going?" Dana called after him.

"To shave, it'll be faster if we use separate sinks, don't you 
think?"  he answered.

"I can get ready using the mirror on the dresser," she offered.

He came back with his shaving kit.

"Miss me?" he laughed.

"Sorry. Am I too clingy?" she looked worried.

He pulled her into a kiss.

"Not at all. I thought it was me who was being clingy. I guess 
we'll have to get used to sharing a bathroom, anyway," he eased 
her worry. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

"Thank you, Mulder. I'm usually not so possessive."

"I want you to feel possessive about me. I certainly feel 
possessive of you," he told her.

"Okay," she smiled and started to dry her hair.

She was almost ready when he finished shaving.  He pulled on his 
clothes just as she checking her hair, clothes and makeup in the
mirror.

"You look beautiful, Dana," he told her.

"Thanks, but I think you might be somewhat biased," she grinned.

"Hey! I am a consummate professional," he defended himself.

"Consummate professionals do not fuck their partners," Dana 
countered.

"Oh sure! Throw that in my face," he tried to look hurt, "Besides,
you started it."

"That's true, but I never referred to myself as a consummate
professional, either."

"Fine, but I still think you look beautiful," he added.

"And I still say you are biased, but that doesn't mean I don't 
like to hear you say it," she grinned.

"Why do you wear makeup, you look great without it," he told her.

"I don't wear much and usually only to work," she told him. 

"Are you ready?" she asked when she was putting on her shoes.
 
"Yup, let's hit the road," Mulder said opening the door for her.

"You don't have to hold the door, Mulder. You usually don't."

"I didn't want you to know how head over heels I was," he grinned.
She laughed, "People will know we're in love," she grinned as he
opened her car door.

"Good," he smiled.

They drove to a little diner that they had eaten lunch in the 
previous day. They sat in a booth near the back. After they 
ordered Mulder took a deep breath.

"Well, it's tomorrow Scarlett."

She took his hand and began to caress it; she looked up into his 
eyes.

"I guess we have a couple of options; we try to be discreet and 
wait 'til we get caught, or we tell Skinner right away and have me 
reassigned."

"I know, those are the only two options I could come up with, too,"
Mulder admitted.

"If we tell Skinner ourselves, I might have a chance to look for a 
good reassignment. He might agree to let us continue to work 
together for a while, if we promise to be discreet," Dana 
suggested.

Mulder nodded, "I really don't want to lose you as a partner, you 
know."

"I'll still be here to challenge everything you say, Mulder," she 
grinned.

He laughed, "I'm glad to know I can still count on you, but our 
current  relationship is far more important to me than the work."

"So we'll tell Skinner when we get back," she said.

"Let's leave right after breakfast," Mulder said.

"What about the case?" Dana asked.

"I knew there was no case here yesterday," he admitted.

"Then why did we stay over?" She laughed.

"It gave me an excuse to spend time with you. I do it all the 
time, this time it paid off, bigtime."

"You dragged me all over hell's half acre just to spend time with 
me. We could have done that in DC."

"You would have known that I had a thing for you," Mulder made 
excuse.

"So you won't be flying all over the country anymore?"

"Not nearly as much,' he smiled anxiously.  "You're not really 
pissed?"

"Only a little. It's actually sort of flattering, but the whole 
truth from now on, okay?" She raised her eyebrow at him.

"Promise," he crossed his heart.

They both ate breakfast quickly when it arrived and then headed 
back to the motel to pack. They drove to Chicago and returned the 
movies and VCR that Dana had rented. Then they headed to O'Hare 
and caught the next available flight to DC. Dana sighed when they 
were finally airborne.

"You know, Dana, it still surprises me that even with your physics
background, you are still afraid of flying," Mulder smiled at her.

"I'm not afraid of flying. It's the takeoffs and landings that 
scare me. You know the statistics," she informed him.

"Dana, if you are going live your life by statistics you might as
well curl up in a ball and die," he raised his eyebrows.

"Am I not allowed one unreasonable fear?" she countered.

"Touche," he looked sideways at her.

She was sitting in the window seat. Mulder was taking advantage 
of the fact that no one else was sitting with them and had 
sprawled his lanky form out on the two remaining seats. He was 
gazing at Dana.

"What are you looking at?" she smiled knowingly at him.

"You," he said simply.

"Why?"

"Because I can," the tone of his voice was stirring something 
inside of Dana. She felt a flush rising on her cheeks.

"Are you wearing panties?" He asked, his voice had become throaty 
again.

"Yes," she answered, squirming in her seat.

"Take them off," he instructed.

"Mulder!" she protested, "Someone will see."

Her voice and the haziness creeping into her eyes were betraying 
how she really felt.

"I said, take them off," he said, more emphatically.

She let her tongue run along her lips. She looked across the 
aisle. The sole occupant was a businessman who was intently 
studying some papers at the opposite window seat.

"I'm waiting." 

Mulder's voice was making her tingle.

She started to squirm in her seat, lift her hips up and tugging 
at her panties underneath her skirt. She was watching Mulder's 
eyes. She thought the fire she saw behind them might be enough to 
make her come.

"God, you're sexy," she whispered. 

He made a guttural noise in his throat.

"I guess it's a good thing I didn't put on any pantyhose," her 
had become sultry.

He just grunted in response. She had worked her panties down to 
her knees. She kicked off her shoes and the pulled her panties 
off in one quick movement. She had them clutched in her hand, 
between herself and the wall off the plane. Mulder held out his 
hand. Dana handed him the panties. He put them up to his nose 
and took a deep breath.

"Mmmm, and wet already," he said softly in his throaty voice.

He stuffed the panties into his jacket pocket. He shifted his 
gaze down to her breasts and smiled with satisfaction. Dana 
looked down to see her very hard nipples standing out against her 
silk blouse.

"I guess there's no use in pretending that this isn't turning me 
on."

Dana looked at him through her heavily hooded eyes. Mulder 
grunted again.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Got your badge?" He asked.

She nodded and retrieved it from her purse.

"Follow my lead," he told her.

He got up and walked towards the back of the plane. Dana quickly 
put her shoes back on and followed him. Mulder was speaking to the 
stewardess and showing her his badge. Dana flashed her badge as 
well.
 
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to prohibit entry into 
this section of the plane while my partner and I conduct a search. 
I just got word from the field office in Chicago that there is a 
possibility that an incendiary may have been hidden in one of the 
restrooms. In all likelihood it was a crank call, but we have to 
investigate anyway. If anyone asks, there is a minor problem with 
the plumbing and it shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes to 
correct. We don't want to alarm anyone."

The stewardess was nodding at everything Mulder said, her eyes
wide. Dana was trying to keep a serious expression on her face 
while she tried to stifle her giggles. The stewardess closed the 
curtain and Mulder pulled Dana into one of the tiny washrooms. He 
started to devour her with kisses while he hiked up her skirt. He 
continued to kiss her while he squeezed her ass and her breasts. 
She was undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. She pushed his 
pants and boxers to the floor. He sat down on the toilet, turned 
her around and pulled her onto his lap. He spread his legs so 
Dana's feet reached the floor. She lifted herself up so that he 
could slide his cock into her. She gasped and he moaned.
 
"You have no idea how much it turns me on that you get so fucking 
wet, Dana," his voice was low and guttural.

She put her hands on his knees and began to ride his cock. He
reached his hand around her and began to stroke her clit. She 
gasped and started moaning, never altering her pace. He squeezed 
her breast as he continued to stroke her clit. Her gasps were 
becoming wails. He stopped squeezing her breast and put his 
fingers in her mouth. She started to suck on them voraciously, 
quieting her wails. The walls of her pussy were twitching and 
tugging on his cock. He increased the pressure on her clit. Her 
body went taut and began to quake. The rippling of her muscles 
intensified and sent him over the top. They both sat panting, 
Dana's body still trembling. Mulder looked at his hand.

"Ow!" he said.

"What?" Dana asked, reaching for some toilet paper.

He showed her the bite marks on his fingers.
 
"Shit, Mulder! I am so sorry," she carefully inspected his hand. 
"I didn't realize I bit you."

"Small price to pay," he grinned. "And I had to do something to 
stop you from screaming."

"Well?" she asked.

"Well, what?"

"Did you find any incendiaries up there?"

"Yup, but I managed to diffuse them."
 
Dana laughed out loud. It wasn't a sound that Mulder got to hear
much, so he relished it. They cleaned themselves up and 
straightened their clothes. They left the restroom and opened the 
curtain. The stewardess looked at them expectantly. Mulder shook 
his head.

"It was definitely a crank," he told her. 

 The stewardess heaved a sigh of relief.
 
"Thank you so much for your trouble," she said shaking their 
hands.

"Oh, it was my pleasure, I assure you, and we from the bureau will 
help out in these matters whenever possible," Mulder informed her 
sincerely.

Dana didn't say anything. She thought if she opened her mouth she 
would burst out laughing. They made their way back to their seats.

"You've certainly found out quickly what turns me on, Mulder," 
Dana said softly.

He grinned, "And I plan to exploit it at every opportunity, but 
it wasn't a great piece of detective work Dana. I saw how you 
reacted whenever I asked you to do something."

"I like doing what you tell me to do," her voice was still sultry.
It was Mulder's turn to squirm in his seat.
     
They landed at Dulles at 3:30 p.m.

"Let's tell Skinner tomorrow," Mulder said.

Dana nodded, "My place?" she asked.

"Is it okay if we make a couple of stops on the way?" he asked. 

"Sure, what stops?" she asked.

"Well, it was the gunmen who gave me the tip about Plainfield, so 
I wanted to fill them in, if that's okay?"

"How much are you going to tell them," they were waiting by the 
luggage carousel.

"Just the gist, Dana, no intimate details. Can I tell them you 
jumped my bones?"

She laughed, "As long as you don't tell them how. What other stops 
did you want to make?"

"Oh just stopping by my place to get some stuff."

"'Kay," she agreed.

They left the terminal holding hands. They arrived at the 
gunmen's annex half an hour later.

"Ah, Mulder, I'm glad to see you've brought the scrumptious Agent
Scully with you," Frohike said when he opened the door. 

"Scully's really pissed at you guys for sending us on another wild
 goose chase," Mulder informed them.

Dana was looking at him, appearing more amused than pissed off.

"Those crop circles were definitely fakes. I kept one of the wheat 
stalks to show you. It's obviously broken just above ground 
level." 

He reached into his pocket to get the wheat stalk. When he pulled
his hand out, Dana's panties floated to the floor. Mulder swooped 
down to pick them up and put them back in his pocket. He looked at 
Dana; her face was turning bright red. He didn't know what to say. 
The gunmen all had big grins on their faces.
 
"Yeah, but at least it looks like you got some Midwest action, 
Mulder," Langly laughed.

'Oh God,' Mulder thought, 'Even though she's bright red, they 
don't realize they were Dana's.'

He was surprised to hear Dana's voice, "The action may have been in 
the Midwest, but the participants were both from the Mid-Atlantic 
states," and she laughed at looks of realization that swept over 
their faces. 

Mulder leaned over, "Sorry, Dana, I forgot they were in my 
pocket."

"So much for no intimate details," she raised her eyebrow at him.

Her face was slowly returning to its normal colour. 

"No shit!" Langly was amazed. "We thought for a long time that you 
two were at it secretly, well Frohike didn't think so, but then we 
realized you weren't, and we wondering what the hell was taking you 
so long."

"Fear of rejection," they said in unison, "and knowing that the 
Bureau would reassign us," Mulder added.

"Well I'm glad you finally sucked it up and made the big move, 
Mulder," Langly laughed.

A big grin spread over Dana's face.

"Well..." Mulder started to explain.

"No way! Scully jumped your bones!" Langly was amazed.

"So hot!"

It was the first thing Frohike had said since Dana's panties hit 
the floor.

"Poor Frohike," Byers said sympathetically.

"He'll survive," Mulder laughed. "Well, Dana, I think our work 
here is done." 

He took her hand as they headed towards the door.

"Talk to you guys later. Oh and I'll be at Dana's," he told them.

After Langly locked the door behind them, Frohike cleared his 
throat.

"Was she wearing panties?"

"I couldn't get a good look, but I don't think so," Langly told 
him.

"So hot," Frohike sighed.

Mulder drove to his apartment and parked out front. Dana followed
Mulder up the stairs to his building. Once they were inside his 
apartment, Mulder went to his bedroom to pack up some clothes.  He 
came out of the bedroom with his suitcase and an armload of suits, 
which promptly hit the floor when he saw Dana. She was lying naked 
on his couch. One of her hands was at her breast, rolling a nipple 
between her thumb and forefinger. One of her legs was hanging off 
the couch; the other was bent and leaning against the back of the 
couch. Her other hand was between her legs, massaging her clit. 
Her head was rolled back and she was moaning.

"Jesus Christ!" Mulder almost growled.

He was naked before he got to the couch.
 
"Let me do that," he moved Dana's hand away from her clit.

"You have the best manners," she sighed.

He laughed as he sucked her swollen lips. Dana moaned at 
vibrating sensation that his laugh generated. He nibbled and 
flicked her swollen clit. He slid two fingers into her hot, wet 
pussy. She moaned and gyrated against his fingers. He thought 
about holding off her orgasm to stay between her legs and keep 
enjoying her moaning, writhing and her luscious flavour, but he 
was overwhelmed by his desire to fuck her. So, he increased the 
pressure on her clit and began to finger fuck her faster. Her body 
went stiff, and the tremors began to surge through her body. He 
wondered if his male ego would ever tire of hearing her scream his 
name. He slid his cock inside her before she stopped shuddering. 
She gasped and moaned.

"Jesus, Mulder this feels incredible."

"What does?" he panted, he was already picking up his momentum.

"Being fucked on your couch. Having your huge cock in my tight 
cunt," she groaned.

"I love the way your cunt ripples around my cock. You are so hot, 
so wet, so tight, Jesus, Dana, I love how silky your cunt feels,"
Mulder moaned.

He continued to fuck her hard and fast, until he finally noticed
she wasn't wailing. He stopped abruptly, making her open her eyes 
to look at him, questioningly. He moved his hands so that they 
were behind her knees. When he leaned forward over her, her knees 
almost touched her shoulders. 

"I want to hear the wails, Dana. I want you to come over and 
over," he told her.

As soon as he started to thrust into her again, he got his wish.
He could feel the rippling of her muscles intensify immediately. 
He liked the fact that there was no way she could fake this 
reaction, although he also knew Dana well enough to know that she 
would never fake it to please him. Having her in this position 
made her even tighter. This increased tightness, the rippling of 
her muscles, and her wails were bringing Mulder to levels of 
pleasure he had never experienced before. His orgasm felt more 
like an explosion and when he finally became aware of his 
surroundings again, Dana was still folded in half underneath him, 
panting and quivering. He was still breathing heavily. He moved 
his arms so that she could put her legs down.
 
"Jesus, Mulder! What was that?" she looked at him in wonder.

"What?" he panted.

"Your orgasm seemed to go on forever. You were yelling my name and 
things about my anatomy I hope your neighbours couldn't hear," she 
told him, her eyes wide.

"What did I say about your anatomy?" he laughed.

"Something to the effect of loving my fucking tight hot cunt, and 
you didn't say it, you yelled it."

"I do love your tight hot cunt, and I was not in control there, 
Dana. If I have any more orgasms like that, which I hope I do, 
I won't be able to control what I yell," he said bending over to 
kiss her.

"I hope you have more orgasms like that, too. I just don't want 
anyone else to hear us, but I'm also not going to sacrifice either 
of our orgasms for my delicate sensibilities."
 
 Mulder got up and helped Dana off the couch.
"Look what happened to my hand when I tried to stop you from 
screaming," he pointed out.

Dana went to the kitchen to get some paper towels to clean off 
the couch. 

"We could look for a house with neighbours that aren't too 
close," he suggested.

"And in the meantime my neighbours will just have to suffer," 
Dana smiled, "It's not like I don't hear them. I'm starving, 
let's order Chinese takeout and pick it up on the way home."

"I really like that our sex makes you so hungry. So, do you want 
to start looking for a house right away?"

"The sooner the better," Dana told him.

"I'll give my notice here tomorrow then, and change my address 
too, if that's okay?"

"Of course it's okay. Is this all moving too fast for you 
Mulder? We can put the brakes on if you like," she offered.

"I thought it might be too fast for you, or I might be over 
stepping my bounds, assuming too much."

"I assume that we will live together from now on. I assume that 
our finances will be joint. I assume that we won't make any major 
decisions without consulting each other first. I assume we will 
have disputes about whose family to spend the holidays with. I 
assume that in forty years an old man with a great ass and a big 
cock is still going to be singing the praises of my cunt. That's 
what I assume," Dana smiled.
 
A big grin had spread across Mulder's face as she spoke.

"I assume all that, too, but you have no idea how good it feels 
to hear you say it."

Dana hugged him tightly.

"I love you, Mulder,and no matter how hot and sweaty and raunchy 
the sex is or stays, I will always love you. I want to spend the 
rest of my life with you."

Mulder kissed the top of her head and chuckled.

"What?" she asked.
 
"I am just picturing two old arthritic bodies having hot, sweaty 
sex," he smiled, kissing her head again.

"Lots of hot, sweaty sex should do wonders for keeping the 
arthritis at bay," she told him.

"Dr. Scully's miracle cure? We'll be rich," he laughed.

"We would have to give seminars on how to achieve the amazing 
orgasms," she played along.

"I don't think most people have the great sex that we do, Dana,"
Mulder told her.
 
She sighed, "So much for getting rich, and I thought we would 
have it all, love, fantastic sex, and lots of money."

"Will you settle for more love than you'll know what to do with,
fantastic sex and upper middle class salaries," he laughed.

"I guess I'll have to," she laughed and hugged him tighter.

"Well let's get dressed and order that food. The hot sweaty sex 
makes me hungry, too," and he gave her ass a squeeze.
 
They were at Dana's apartment in an hour, eating Chinese food 
on the living room floor. They were eating straight out if the 
cartons with chopsticks. Mulder fed Dana one of his Szechwan 
shrimp as he told her what he figured Skinner would react.

"I bet he'll think it's about time," he grinned.

Dana shook her head as she chewed and swallowed.

"No, I think he'll be shocked. He'll want to know if this is 
really the first time, or if it's been going on for a while," she 
speculated as she fed him a piece of chicken soo guy.

"If I'm right I get a whole day on the weekend of you doing 
whatever I say," Mulder made it a bet.

She raised her eyebrow at him, "Okay, same here," she grinned at 
him.

"I'll hold you to this" he told her.

"Me too," she raised her eyebrow again.

"I'm making plans for you already," he grinned.

"Why do you always set yourself up for disappointment, 
Mulder?" she looked at him sympathetically.

"Your ass'll be mine," he promised.

She shrugged, "It already is."


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