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Chapter 11 (Revised)
I shuddered at the sight of the bowl in Omiga's hands, wondering what kind of concoction he'd brewed for me this time. After taking in my reaction he turned and said something to Jack.
"Omiga says this is good for your baby -- especially after your long walk," Jack tried unsuccessfully to hide his smile.
"Did you tell him that I was pregnant?" I looked at Jack in surprise.
Jack's eyes widened at my question, but he shook his head. "I didn't know until right now."
"Then how did he know?" I turned to Mulder. "Did you tell him?"
"Exactly how and when would I have told him, Scully?" Mulder sounded indignant.
"But then how does he know?" I furrowed my brow. "Would you please ask him, Jack?"
When Jack began to speak, Omiga actually chuckled and then shook his head as he gave a longer answer than I'd expected.
"He said that is something that he is teaching Nibaw. Nibaw will be the medicine man when Omiga dies," Jack informed us bluntly.
I knew Nibaw worked with Omiga, but I hadn't realized that he was an apprentice. I'd thought he was more of a gopher, but I said nothing, choosing to simply nod as Jack continued to explain.
"He never thought of teaching a woman the things he knows, but he does think that you might be special, Day-na. He says if you want to learn, he will teach you."
"Well, I'm not sure how much time I'll have and the language barrier will present a definite --"
"Tell him she says yes," Mulder interrupted me.
"I was going to say yes," I lowered my voice as Jack spoke to Omiga.
"Omiga says that whenever he is gathering or preparing something he'll see if you have time," Jack grinned at us. "And he also says that he needs his bowl back, so hurry up."
I was laughing as I brought the bowl to my lips and had to pause to take a breath before I could swallow. Omiga's maternity drink had almost no taste to it -- only a slightly bitter aftertaste. As soon as I'd handed the empty bowl back to him, Omiga spoke sternly to me, then turned and ambled back toward his wigwam.
"Did I do something wrong?" I felt like I'd been chastised.
"No," Jack laughed. "He just wants you to get some sleep. And I think I should be doing the same thing," he couldn't stifle a yawn. "It's been a tiring day and tomorrow will be a busy day."
"Yeah, I guess we should rest up," Mulder agreed. "I have a feeling the next few days will prove to be more tiring than our trip." I heard a hint of dejection in his voice.
"Are you wishing we hadn't come?" I asked when Jack had left.
"God no, Scully," he assured me quickly. "The first week or two will be hard, but it will be better than having you working yourself to death for those men. Once we're settled things should be much easier. That reminds me of a proverb my mother used all the time..."
"Hard work is its own reward?" I tried to be helpful.
"That's it," he chuckled. "I'll probably be asking you to remind me of that about this time tomorrow," his tone was wry as he stood up. "I think we should take Omiga's advice and get some sleep." He extended his hand to help me up.
"It's not that late," I argued. "The sun has only just set."
"Aren't you tired?" he looked surprised.
"I guess, but I feel more filthy than tired. I need a bath," I explained.
"The water in the lake is pretty frigid, Scully," he graciously pointed out.
"Not once it's heated up," I was afraid to meet his eyes.
"I see," I could hear mirth in his voice.
"You could use a bath, too," I noted, looking up at him quickly.
"Do I at least get to watch you?" he waggled his eyebrows at me in the firelight.
"I'd be hurt if you didn't," I smiled up at him with no shame and watched as his eyes darkened. He took a step toward me and began to wrap his arms around me.
"Bath first," I put a hand on his chest.
"Right," he grumbled, letting go of me. I could still hear him muttering as he walked to our wigwam.
Even using our largest pot it was going to take a while to heat up enough water for the tub that was going to double as our laundry tub. While Mulder looked after heating up the water on the large central fire, I made a fire pit close to our wigwam. We were no longer guests, and I would have to handle our cooking on my own.
We'd been spoiled having eggs for breakfast every morning in Madison. From now on it would have to be porridge. On the days that Mulder was going to be doing heavy work I would have to fry up the salt pork at breakfast. He was going to need the added protein. When Rosaline had first mentioned salt pork, I wasn't sure what she was talking about. It turned out to be very similar to Canadian bacon.
"Are there any nuts in these woods?" I asked my own personal Indian guide when he brought the first steaming pot of water over to the wigwam.
"Besides you and me, I don't think so, Scully. Not the right kind of trees," he explained as he stooped to go inside. "Why?" he raised his voice so I could hear him over the water he was pouring. I'd set the tub in the middle of the shelter, pushing our bed to one side.
"I was just thinking about extra protein," I shrugged as he crouched out of the door again.
"Don't you think you're getting enough?" I could hear the worry in his voice even though it was too dark to see his face.
"I'm fine, Mulder. I was thinking about you and what you're going to be putting your muscles through. A high protein diet will help those muscles rebuild themselves," I explained.
"We have plenty of protein, Dr. Scully," he squatted down beside me at the tiny fire I'd built to christen my fire pit. "And we can get more whenever we need it," he leaned in to press a bristly kiss against my lips. He hadn't shaved since we left Madison and it would probably be a while before he had would have time. I knew he wouldn't keep the beard for long, though. He complained that it made his face itchy.
"The kind of protein we can get here doesn't go well with oatmeal," I reminded him.
"I'm sure I'll be fine," he kissed me again. "And I promise to eat lots of protein at lunch and dinner."
"Speaking of which," I segued. "I don't have any meat to make stew with -- or wild rice," I hated to bring it up. It seemed like one more hurdle to things working out smoothly for us.
"I'll talk to Jack. I'm sure we can get enough to last until the cabin is finished. When I go hunting I'll be able to bring back more than enough meat to make up for what we've borrowed," he assured me. "Okay?"
"I guess," I sighed. "I just hate to be beholden."
"It'll only be for a little while, Scully. Soon we'll be able to provide for ourselves and contribute to the tribe too. I'm sure everyone understands that," he stroked my cheek. "Now let me get back to heating up that water or we'll never get to bed."
In the end I had to make do with tepid water. It was better than nothing and filling the tub with entirely hot water would have taken far too long. While Mulder had finished heating the water I'd pulled out some soap, a wash cloth and two of the six towels we'd brought. Six was a bit of luxury, but I couldn't face washing towels every day, especially once the baby came.
I was surprised when Mulder left the wigwam as I began to undress. I could hear him rummaging around in one of the travois, but I had no idea what I might have forgotten to bring in. I got my answer when Mulder pushed aside the deerskin door. The wigwam was suddenly bathed in light. He was carrying two candles in shiny tin reflectors. He hung them on the side of the wigwam as I sank into the lukewarm water.
"Are you sure you want to use this water when I'm done with it?" I wrinkled up my nose. "I can smell how badly I need this bath."
"I remember the one and only time you ever smelled bad, Scully," he chuckled. "And even if you did smell bad, I still wouldn't lug any more water around." He had settled down into the tumble of blankets to watch me.
I began with my feet, sticking one out of the water at a time. As I started to wash my legs, I discovered, to my dismay, that they were positively fuzzy. When we were in Madison, Mulder had a bought a razor and I'd had the luxury of shaving twice a week. Using a straight razor was frightening at first, but I got over it quickly. Having a full head of hair meant that other parts of me were furry too, so I conquered my fears quickly. It had been almost two weeks now since I'd shaved and I shuddered to imagine the state of my underarms. Unfortunately I didn't have time to take care of it now, and even if I did, I had no idea where find the razor. If Mulder minded that I got a little hairy, he said nothing. When we first got here it was almost three weeks before I shaved and when I finally did he was questioning why I was so long in the tub. He was in bed, waiting to make love.
I worked my way quickly up my the rest of my body. I would have loved to linger, but there would be time for that once everything had settled down. And if I soaked too long, the water would be too cold for Mulder. When I stood up and reached for my towel Mulder looked disappointed.
"Done already?"
"The water is cooling off quickly," I explained.
"Don't worry about me," he waved his hand. "I'll have a bath tomorrow. I enjoy watching you, Scully."
"Mulder, I have plans for you tonight, and, well, I have another proverb for you. Cleanliness is next to sexiness," I grinned at him as I stepped out of the tub.
"Funny," Mulder chuckled as he slipped off his vest. "That's not how I remember that proverb."
While I dried myself off, Mulder stripped and stepped into the water. I hadn't really noticed that our washtub was smaller than Rosaline's until Mulder tried to sit down. I'd had no problem sitting cross-legged, but Mulder's knees ended up in his armpits. I couldn't help chortling at his predicament. He, however, did not look amused.
"I guess that's not going to work, is it?" I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing.
"Uh -- no," he grumbled, trying to untangle his long limbs so that he could stand up.
"I think I have an idea," I reached for the soap and the wash cloth. "Can you get to your feet?"
"I think so," he used his arms to lift himself out of the water until there was enough room to get his feet underneath him.
"Just stand there," I smiled as I dunked the wash cloth in the water. Once it was wet, I soaped it up and then began to lather his chest.
"This isn't so bad," he grinned at me.
"Lift up your arms," I instructed. I wanted to make sure he was completely clean. He simply obeyed, still smiling broadly. When I bent to rinse the cloth off I discovered that Mulder was really enjoying my attention. Saying nothing, I straightened up to rinse him off.
"Turn around." I decided that it would be better to finish his back first. That way I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. I washed and rinsed him off quickly, as I had myself.
"Are you getting cold?" I asked as I tugged on his arm to turn him around again.
"Not a all," he answered in a raspy voice.
When he had turned completely around, I found that his enjoyment was now full-blown. Still making no mention of the fact that he was making it easy for me to wash all of him, I went about washing his abdomen. When I was done, I began to carefully soap up his penis. He groaned so loudly that I doubt he was able to hear mine. I loved how hot and hard he felt in my hand. Once I'd rinsed him off, I gently washed his testicles. When I bent to wash his legs, I made sure that my hair brushed against him. I felt a rush of heat in my belly when he groaned again at the contact.
Making quick work of his legs, I knelt down in front him and took his thick cock into my hand again. When I looked up at him, I found that his heavy lids could not mask the way his eyes were burning. His chest was rising and falling quickly and his full lips were parted as if he needed them open to get more air.
When I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, he growled my name, creating a fresh wave of heat, this time between my legs. Mulder's hand found its way into my hair as I began to run my tongue along the underside of his head. He shuddered when I took more of him into my mouth and began to caress his balls.
"Scully," he voice was awe-filled. "This feels so good."
"Mmm," was all I could answer as I let his cock slide almost all the way out of my mouth, swirling my tongue as I went.
"I missed you so much," his voice was shaky. "I love the way you touch me."
I could feel the muscles in his legs begin to quiver, letting me know that his orgasm was imminent. I'd barely started and he was ready to come. He must have been in the same state I was. Keeping a firm grasp on him, I slowly let him slide out of my mouth. I didn't want this to be over so soon.
"No!" he pulled my head back. "Please!"
"But--" I began to protest.
"Scully, please," his voice was rough.
I did as he asked, knowing that he would come almost immediately. As soon as he was back in my mouth, I felt his cock surge. Cradling his balls, I established a slow rhythm, hoping to make his climax as pleasurable as possible.
"God, yes," he growled as my mouth slid along his shaft. His legs began to shake so violently that I was afraid he might collapse. I'd never seen him in such a frenzied state. When his balls began to swell in my hand, I massaged them gently, knowing that would maximize his orgasm. Suddenly every muscle in his body went taut and I felt his balls contract in my hand.
"Scully," he bellowed and his cock began to pulse in my mouth.
His entire body quaked and both of his hands clenched handfuls of my hair. His incredible orgasm thrilled me. I loved that I could do that for him. I didn't let him slip out of my mouth until his breathing began to return to normal.
I was in the process of looking up at Mulder's face when everything began to move very quickly. He was stepping out of the water and picking me up in one fluid movement. Before I could utter a sound, I was on my back in our pile of blankets. Mulder's tongue was in my mouth and his hands had returned to my hair. Using one knee, he pushed mine apart and settled himself between my legs.
"Do have any idea of how long it's been since I saw you naked?" he broke our kiss briefly to ask.
It hadn't occurred to me that since we went to Madison, we always dressed before the sun came up and undressed after it set. Occasionally on Sundays we'd have time to enjoy each other, but much to Rosaline's consternation our last two Sundays in Madison had been spent working. She was sure we were going to burn in hell, but we'd needed the money. I just made sure I stayed out of her sight while I sewed.
"It's been almost a month, hasn't it?" I stroked his hair as he nipped at my neck.
"Is that all?" his voice was muffled. "It feels like an eon." He was inching his way down my body, tasting me as he went. When he reached my breasts he stopped. I was waiting to feel his thumbs brush across my nipples or for his hot mouth to cover me, but he seemed to have stopped completely.
I opened one eye to look at him. He had raised himself up on one elbow and was simply gazing down at me. As I watched he gently traced the curve of my left breast with his finger.
It suddenly became clear to me how Omiga had known I was pregnant. My breasts were not only significantly bigger but they'd became fuller as well. I'm sure that Mulder had noticed before -- he touched my breasts every chance he got. He hadn't, however, actually seen them in a long time.
"See something you like?" I smiled down at him.
"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it might incriminate me," he smiled slyly.
"Mulder, I hate to break it to you, but you incriminated yourself when you stopped to stare at them," I had to laugh. "And I don't mind that you like that my breasts are bigger. I'd be surprised if you didn't. You never know, Mulder, if you're really lucky, they might stay a little bigger. Some women's do," I ruffled his hair.
"Does that mean I'm allowed to worship freely?" his eyes lit up.
"In private," I consented.
"I love you," he lunged forward to give me a quick kiss before he returned to my breasts.
Since he'd been given permission, Mulder didn't hold back. He began by testing the weight of each breast in the palm of his hand. When he started to caress and squeeze me, I let my eyes drift closed so I could enjoy his ministrations. By the time he lowered his mouth to my nipple, I'd grown very wet and my hips moved restlessly beneath him. The roughness of his beard was a sharp contrast to his lips and tongue, making them seem softer and hotter. My hips seemed to lift involuntarily to press against him and my breathing was becoming quite labored.
Mulder must have noticed my difficulties because he abandoned my breasts and began to trail kisses down my abdomen. I groaned when he picked up my left leg and laid it over his shoulder. When his hand lightly brushed over my sex, I shuddered violently.
"I've never seen you like this before, Scully. You're so --" he paused.
"Horny?" I offered.
"I was going to say anxious, but yeah. You've gone a lot longer without sex before, or I assume you have," he chuckled. "Why so anxious now?"
"Now I know what I'm missing," my voice was strained.
"Yeah?" I could hear the grin in his voice.
"Yeah, and I hate to point this out, Mulder, but you've had a blow job tonight. I'm still waiting," I was getting frantic.
"Sorry," he chuckled and reached for my right ankle to spread my legs further apart. When it was where he wanted it, he ran his hand back up toward my thigh.
Making a noise of protest, I shook my head.
"What's wrong?" he sounded confused.
"I haven't shaved in a while," I grimaced.
"I don't know about other men, Scully, but I don't really care about hairy legs," he chuckled and continued to stroke my calf.
"You worded that like you care about hairy something else," I lifted myself up on my elbows to look at him.
He didn't answer me -- he just shrugged. We both knew we weren't talking about my underarms.
"Mulder you have no idea how long it took me to work up the courage to shave my legs with a straight razor. My pubic hair is out of the question."
"Scully," Mulder laughed. "I never asked you to shave your pubic hair. You brought it up," he reminded me. "But I'm not going to lie and say that I wouldn't prefer it if you did. I also completely understand why the straight razor would make you nervous. I'm certainly not going near my pubic hair with it."
"Okay," I sighed. "But I hate to think that it might be turning you off. If the circumstances were different, I'd have no problem shaving."
"Scully, I wanted to jump you when you hadn't had a bath in two weeks. A little pubic hair is nothing," he assured me. "And if circumstances do change we can worry about it then, okay?"
"Yeah," I agreed, laying back on the blankets. I barely had a chance to settle myself down before I felt Mulder's fingers spreading me open.
I couldn't stop myself from gasping at the sensation. I'm not sure if I derived pleasure from anticipating what he was about to do or if it was from being completely at his mercy. At that point I really didn't care. As if to prove that he had no qualms about going down on me when I hadn't shaved, Mulder began to eat me out voraciously. That was a phrase I'd never used before, but it perfectly described what he was doing.
His mouth was completely covering me and he was thrusting his tongue into me. He wasn't lifting his mouth off of me, but closing it by dragging his lips over my hypersensitive flesh. He wasn't gently flicking my clitoris with his tongue, but sucking it into his mouth and running his teeth over it. And I was loving it.
When he thrust two fingers into me, I felt the beginnings of my orgasm and I felt my toes curl under. His next assault on my clit sent me over the edge. My head was thrown back, my hips were in the air and all of my muscles were taut. Mulder had his fingers buried to the hilt and through all of my quaking he kept his lips on my clit.
When the tremors finally subsided, I fell to the bed exhausted. I knew my lethargy would only last a couple of minutes and that was a good thing. I could feel Mulder kissing his way back up to my face and every time he moved his erection would brush against me.
I was expecting him to start kissing me, but I could feel him hovering over me, so I opened my eyes to see what he was doing. His dark eyes were practically burning into me again.
"Will you let me decide what bothers me and what doesn't from now on?" his voice was hoarse.
I could only nod, mesmerized by his eyes. His cock was throbbing against me, so I shifted my hips to get him where I wanted him. When he began to slide into me, my eyes rolled back in my head.
"Is this what you want?" he was completely inside of me with one thrust.
"Yes," my voice trembled.
"Ten nights, Scully," he growled as he pulled out of me again. "It's been ten nights since we made love. I didn't think I was going to make it."
"I know," I was caressing his face, trying to smooth away the tension.
"And then I found out that you were desperate as I was," he slammed back into me, taking my breath away.
"I was," I panted. "I wanted you so badly."
"I had dreams, Scully," he spoke through clenched teeth as he withdrew again. "I fucked you every night in my dreams."
"Oh God," I groaned as he swiftly thrust into me again.
"Does that bother you?" his voice was strained.
"What? Does what bother me?" I was confused.
As he slowly pulled out of me incredibly slowly, our eyes locked together.
"Does it bother you that I dreamt about fucking you?" he asked before burying himself inside of me again.
"Of course not," I desperately wanted him to increase his pace but he seemed to have something else on his mind. When I tried to figure out what it was, I found his eyes searching mine.
I could feel that he was holding himself back. Every inch of him was straining for release, but I knew that he needed something from me. He needed my permission.
"Fuck me, Mulder," I breathed. "I want you to fuck me."
He must have been waiting for those words because as soon as they passed my lips he began to thrust into me with abandon. He lowered his face to my neck and our hands were clasped over my head.
"Need this, Scully," he panted into my ear. "Need you."
"Yes," was all I could manage to say. He was overwhelming me. He never did anything halfway. His love for me was complete and unquestioning. His need for me was raw and powerful. How could that have bothered me? I needed those things from him as much as he needed me to accept them.
"Need you to fuck me," It came out staccato because of my lack of air and the way Mulder was pounding against me.
My words must have triggered something because Mulder's pace became even more frantic. I felt his muscles tighten against me and then he began to shudder from head to toe as his thrusts became less powerful and more ragged.
He was still trembling when he collapsed on top of me. When his breathing slowed he rolled to his side and pulled me close.
"Where are you going?" he asked in alarm when I began to slide away from him.
"To put out the candles," I whispered. "We didn't bring enough to burn them while we sleep."
"Kay," he mumbled, fumbling around for a blanket.
When I lay down beside him again, he pulled a fur over us and snuggled up against me. I think he may have asked me something, but now that my need had been sated, I couldn't keep my eyes open.
I woke in the first gray light of dawn to find our wigwam in complete disarray. I woke Mulder up and had him dump the wash tub for me. He left it leaning against a tree -- I'd have to wash it out in the lake later. While Mulder got some water from the lake for me, I made a quick fire.
While the oatmeal was cooking Mulder went off to look for Jack. All of the other women were up as well, tending to their fires. Conversations sprang up as they cooked and they all smiled at me. I'd been concentrating on not letting the bacon stick to the pan, so I didn't notice when Migisi walked up to me. She was carrying two small baskets. One held dried blueberries and the other was full of wild rice.
"Thank you, Migisi," I jumped up to hug her.
Looking at the ground, she blushed and murmured something, and then hurried back to her own fire.
I'd turned the meat over again and added a handful of berries to the oatmeal when I heard a scuffling noise behind me. One of the younger boys, Chachu, was holding two ruffed grouse out to me. After I thanked him and ruffled his hair, he scurried away.
Before Mulder returned, Abequa had shuffled over to me and given me a pouch of smoked meat.
"Thanks for talking to Jack, Mulder," I smiled when he returned. "We have more than enough provisions now."
"Oh," Mulder's eyes widened. "I forgot all about that. We were talking about where we were going to build. Jack says there is a little stream north of here that would be nice. Does that sound okay?"
I nodded, barely hearing what he said. I still couldn't believe that Mulder hadn't said anything.
"I told you not to worry," he must have read the expression on my face.
After wolfing down his breakfast, Mulder gave me a quick kiss and headed off into the northwest woods with Jack. It wasn't long before the ring and thuds of axes began to echo through the trees. I'd finished doing the breakfast dishes at the lake with the other women and I was fixing the bed in the wigwam when I heard shouting from the woods.
I ran quickly toward the voices as did all of the other women. When we got closer, Nawkaw appeared out of the trees, his hands covered with blood. He began to speak quickly and from the tone of his voice, I could tell he was frightened. He took hold of my arm and began to pull me through the woods.
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