There's A Way
Chapter 6
I hadn't realized I'd been staring at my computer screen without reading the report Skinner had sent me until the ringing of the phone nudged me back to reality. It was Leigh, Andrew's girlfriend. She'd begun to call the office a lot and it was starting to get on my nerves. After telling her that Andrew was out of the office and promising to have him call her, I hung up. What could she possibly have to say that couldn't wait until he got home? Scully and I were managing to raise two kids without talking to each other every hour. I'd have to requisition a cell phone for Andrew so I could stop playing secretary.
Although I only usually talked to Scully once a day from work, I did spend a lot of time thinking about her. In fact, the phone call had interrupted my pondering of recent events at our house. Our first fight had scared me; I'd never seen Scully that angry before. For a few minutes I'd thought I might have really screwed things up, but it quickly had become clear to me that Scully was only after some behavior modification and an apology. I was happy to oblige. As bad as the fight was, I thoroughly enjoyed the making up. I'm pretty sure Scully did too, because she wanted to make up again this morning. She did get a little irked when her mother arrived. As it turned out, I was right; Maggie did take my side in the argument saying that a dog would be good for the kids.
Thinking about our first fight made me think of other firsts in our relationship. I'd asked Scully to give up a lot of the traditional aspects of getting married when I proposed to her. She'd never complained about having missed out on anything. Anytime I'd broached the subject, she'd insisted I'd given her more than she'd ever hoped for. There was still so much she'd been cheated out of when we'd married quickly. Perhaps little by little I could make those things up to her.
In an instant I decided what I wanted to do. I was sure I could make it work. It was close to the time that I normally called her, so I picked up the phone.
"Is this Dana Scully?" I asked in a nasally voice when she answered the phone.
"May I ask who's calling?" she sounded hesitant.
"I'm not sure if you'd remember me," I kept my voice slightly disguised, "but we work together."
"Oh?"
"Yes, my name is Fox Mulder and I was wondering if you'd consider going out on a date with me?"
"Mulder! Is that really you? Why are you talking like that?" she laughed.
"Oh, you *do* remember me?" I kept playing the game. "I've been watching you for a long time and I think you're very pretty. If you don't already have a boyfriend and you aren't busy on Friday, I'd like to take you out."
"No, I don't have a boyfriend, but if I'm going to go out on Friday night I'll need to make some arrangements," she reminded me. "Oh, and I will have to ask my husband if it's okay for me to date."
"I'll take care of all of the arrangements," I assured her. "Assuming your husband doesn't mind, can I pick you up at 7?"
"What about the --?"
"I'll take care of it," I cut her off.
"Okay," she chuckled. "Is that the only reason you called?"
"Well," I switched back to my regular voice, "how is the puppy doing?"
"He had one accident in the kitchen, but I managed to cut him off and take him outside. Other than that he's been fine. Megan is really enjoying him and he puts up with a lot from her. I've been trying to teach her to be gentle, but it's really hard when the dog keeps coming back for more abuse."
"And how are you doing?" I lowered my voice.
"I'm fine," she giggled. "That voice gives me chills, Mulder."
"Good chills, I hope," I chuckled.
"Very good chills," her voice had dropped now, too.
"What are your plans for the rest of the day?" I leaned back in my chair and put my feet up.
"Well, once the kids are asleep, I was going to go do some shopping. My mom said she'd stay."
"Are you buying anything interesting?" I smiled to myself.
"Mostly things I need for coming back to work; some pantyhose, some new blouses. Is that interesting?"
"Not really," I muttered.
"Sorry, Mulder," she chuckled.
I was about to tell her what I'd like her to buy when Andrew walked into the office. Since having a sexy conversation with my wife while he was in earshot didn't seem like a good idea, I told Scully I had to go and I hung up. As I was telling Andrew that Leigh had called I couldn't help wondering if she wanted to have a sexy conversation with him. I quickly dismissed that thought. I'd heard enough of Andrew talking to her to realize their chats weren't sexy at all. Unless, of course, they had a far different concept of what was erotic.
The rest of the day dragged. I spent most of my time thinking about other things that Scully might buy and how she would look wearing them. Then with an hour left before I was due to leave, I realized that if I didn't finish up this report, Scully would feel obliged. By working like a man possessed I managed to wrap up the report and send it off to Skinner. I didn't want Scully to feel like she had to work tonight. I wanted to do some more making up.
When I got home, instead of our usual rough housing in the living room, Scully suggested I take both kids and the dog outside until she had supper ready. From Jordan's squeal of delight, I gathered that he concurred.
"How was school today?" I asked him once we were outside.
"I was a good boy today, I really was," he looked up at me, his eyes wide.
"There was something I meant to talk to you about," I told him as we were watching the dog cavorting in the yard. Megan kept trying to keep up with him, but as soon as she was heading in the right direction, the dog was off chasing a scent in a different direction. It didn't seem to bother her at all; she'd simply change her course. "Last night your mom was mad at me, not at the dog. Do you know why?"
He shook his head solemnly.
"She was angry because she had given you some punishment and when I brought the dog home, you forgot all about it. I should have called her before I came home. If I'd known what had happened at school, I wouldn't have given you the puppy last night. Do you understand?"
"Are you going to take the puppy away?" His eyes began to well up.
"No, Jordan, the puppy is staying. I'm trying to make sure that you understand that your mom and I still aren't happy about what happened yesterday. We expect you to be a good boy at school."
"I'll be good, I promise," his voice was earnest.
"Okay," I smiled. "Now I think we have something else to discuss."
"What?"
"We're going to have to call this dog something. Have you thought of any names?"
"Nope," he shook his head. "What should we call him?"
"You don't have any ideas?" I was surprised.
"Umm," he was watching the dog galloping around the yard. "Fred?"
"Fred?" I had to laugh. "Is your heart set on that?"
"No. I thought you couldn't think of a name," he looked puzzled.
"I did think of one, but I thought you might have already thought of something," I explained.
"We were just calling him puppy," he shrugged.
"So would you mind if we called him Guinness?"
"Guinness?" Jordan repeated. "What does that mean?"
"It's an Irish name and since he's a Irish Wolfhound, I thought it would be a good name for him."
"Okay," Jordan smiled and started to chase after the dog. "Guinness, c'mere Guinness. Guinness!" When Scully called us in for dinner, Jordan immediately told her the dog's name. Her eyebrow shot up instantly.
"You named the dog after a beer?"
"Well, Irish beer," I defended my choice.
"That may be the one thing in the entire world that you'll have in common with Bill. There may be hope for the two of you yet."
"I'd be happy if he'd stop calling me names," I chuckled as I sat down.
"Well Ahab's not around to disapprove so Bill thinks it's his job," she winked at me.
"Do you think your father wouldn't have liked me?" I was surprised.
"Well," she hesitated.
"What?"
"I didn't get my skepticism from my mother, Mulder," she took a mouthful of salad.
"He would have judged me based on my beliefs?" I dug into my steak.
"Probably initially, but your loyalty and determination would have made a very good impression on him," she assured me once she'd swallowed. "Remember, he did love Melissa and she had you beaten hands down when it came to flakiness."
"Do you think Bill would love me if I reminded him of that?" I laughed.
"I think you should start small. He's still not happy that we're sharing a bed," she warned me.
"So sharing details wouldn't be a good idea," I teased.
"Always the daredevil, aren't you, Mulder?" she shook her head.
"What's life without a little excitement?" I lowered my voice.
"Well," she paused for a second. "If you'd like some excitement tonight, you get the kids ready for bed."
"Do you have plans for me?" My pulse had quickened already.
"You should plan to be sitting on our bed at 9 o'clock. Can you handle that?" she raised an eyebrow at me.
No longer capable of speech, I nodded. Although there were only two and a half hours between supper and my surprise, I could have sworn days passed. After we'd eaten I tidied up the kitchen and then took Guinness and the kids to the backyard for a little while. Once the dog was back in his kennel, it was time to start the bedtime ritual. Since Scully had bought Megan a little chair for the tub we'd started bathing them together. Outwardly it seemed efficient, but cleaning up afterward took longer than the bath. Then I had to give Megan her bottle while Jordan waited patiently to be read his bedtime story.
By the time I was done, I thought I might be too tired for Scully's scheme, but when I opened the bedroom door and found the room lit by candles, I got my second wind. Scully was nowhere to be seen, but the bathroom door was closed and I could hear some rustling noises coming from the other side. The clock on the night table read 8:58. I wasted no time moving to my side of the bed and making myself comfortable. I was still in my work clothes, but my tie was long gone, my collar open, and my sleeves rolled up.
I'd no sooner settled in when the door opened and Scully peeked out.
"Ready?" she smiled. All I could see was her head.
"Yup," I nodded. I was already breathless in anticipation, but when Scully opened the door completely and walked into the flickering candlelight, all hope of catching my breath was lost. She was approaching the bed slowly, her hips swaying more than was normal for her. I'm surprised I noticed her hips. My attention was riveted on the lacy black thing she was barely wearing. Patches of material that might or might not have been designed to conceal her nipples were being held up by spaghetti straps. Her midriff was covered by some netting that the thong panty was attached to. As I studied the panty carefully I realized that she must have done some strategic work with a razor while she was in the tub. That thought on its own would have been enough to get me going. Combining it with the vision of her in that lingerie would have been risky had it not been for my excellent health.
"Wow," I let out my breath.
"Do you like it?" she smiled a little shyly.
"Like it?" I laughed. "That would be a huge understatement," I shifted around on the bed try to give my burgeoning erection more room. "When did you buy that?"
"Today," she tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth, making more of my blood rush south.
"I thought you were buying blouses and pantyhose."
"I changed my mind."
"I can't tell you how happy that makes me," I waggled my eyebrows. "C'mere."
"Are you sure?" she lowered her voice. "This wasn't the only thing I bought."
"There's more?" I almost choked.
"Would you like to see?" she asked coyly.
"Please." To my ears I sounded pathetic, but if Scully noticed she didn't let on. Instead she turned and began to walk back toward the bathroom. As she moved I was mesmerized by the effect that the thong panty had on her ass; accentuating how round and firm she was. Before she got to the door she looked over her shoulder at me.
"You might want to make yourself more comfortable."
An eternity must have passed before I shook myself out of my daze and took her advice. When she opened the door again, I was sitting on the bed in my boxers. This time she was wearing a sheer white robe. It hid nothing. Beneath it, all she was wearing was a white thong. Scanning her body from top to bottom, I discovered she was wearing extremely high heels. Although I hadn't noticed the first time, I assumed she must have being wearing them with the black thing. They seemed to be responsible for that extra swing in her hips. As she got closer I could see her nipples standing out against the sheer fabric.
"Do you like this too?" her voice was sultry.
"Yes," I squeaked.
"Good," she smiled and undid the single button that was holding it closed. Letting it slip off her shoulders, she caught the robe with one hand and then let it drag behind her as she walked slowly back to the bathroom. While she was gone, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. By taking long slow breaths I hoped to avert embarrassing myself by coming in my shorts.
When she emerged next any progress I'd made vanished. Her latest offering was a pale purple bustier with matching thong panties. There seemed to be a trend developing. In the frills around the cups of the bustier I could see her nipples peeking out. There was something about the apparent accidental nature of that sight that made me light-headed.
"Another good choice?" she did a slow turn to give me the full view. The cinching effect of this garment combined with the panty made her waist seem even tinier than I knew it was. It was an effect I was quite fond of. This time I couldn't keep my hand off my cock.
"That good?" she chuckled.
"How many more are there?" I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
"Only one," she grinned.
"Thank God," I sighed.
As much as I wanted to touch myself while she was changing, I wanted to touch her more. I had to clutch the bedspread to prevent my brain from being overruled. I tried to concentrate and relax by breathing slowly, but my attempt at biofeedback seemed to have little or no effect.
Scully took much longer this time and I was about to see if she was all right when the bathroom door opened. Before she took two steps I think I burst a blood vessel. I'd had many a dream of Scully dressed like this, but I never in a million years expected to see it. There was something about her red hair and black leather that almost made me succumb to spontaneous human combustion. The teddy fit her like a glove and her breasts were spilling out of the half-cups. This outfit, too, was tight at the waist and cut very high at the hips. When she turned to show me the back, I think I groaned. The blackness of the leather highlighted the creaminess of her skin and my hands were aching to touch her.
When she's completed her spin, I let my eyes travel up and down her body again. Part of me wanted to gaze at her breasts and the rest was captivated by the need to know how much she had shaved. My blood was buzzing so loudly in my ears, it took me a minute to realize that she'd been talking to me.
"Wha...?" I stammered.
"Do you want me to stay in this or would you prefer one of the other outfits?" she was smiling broadly, apparently pleased with her success.
"This one will be fine. Now c'mere," I growled.
I let her make it onto the bed before I pounced. I was on top of her with my tongue halfway down her throat, my cock throbbing against her hip. When I came up for air I was shocked to find that I had Scully's hands pinned over her head.
"Sorry," I apologized quickly and released her.
"Huh?" she looked somewhat dazed herself.
"Your hands, I had them pinned," I explained breathlessly.
"I hadn't noticed," she grinned slyly.
"I was afraid I might be hurting you."
"Don't worry, Mulder, I'll be sure to let you know if you go out of bounds," her eyes were twinkling.
Her words and her coy little smile made me lose control all over again. Our kisses were almost brutal and I was squeezing her breasts roughly. From the way she was moaning, I gathered I was still well in bounds. When I slid my hand behind her to squeeze her ass, it triggered something. All I could think about were the panties she'd been wearing. When I pulled away from her and sat on my heels, she blinked up at me in surprise.
"Let me see," I panted.
"See what?" she was confused.
"I want to see how much you shaved."
An 'oh' formed on her lips, but no sound came out. It was my turn to be surprised when she reached between her legs and popped three snaps. If I'd known they were there, I would have taken care of it myself. Quickly pushing the leather up around her waist, I flopped to my stomach to get a closer look. My pupils must have dilated when I saw that all she'd left was a thin strip on her mons.
"Is that okay?" her voice was quiet.
Instead of answering her, I decided to show her just how okay it was. Maybe it was too many years of triple X movies, but there was something about the clean-shaven look that I found incredibly arousing. I didn't ponder the question long, I'd seen enough. I wanted to taste.
As I began to suck and lap at her voraciously, she started to writhe. When I slid two fingers into her, she clenched her muscles around them. She was very close, but I wanted her to be in the same frenzy I was. I backed off and teased her by nipping and sucking at her lips, only gracing her clit with a flick of my tongue occasionally. I kept this pattern up until she was clutching at my hair.
"Please," she panted.
"Please, what?" I barely lifted my lips from her.
"Please, Mulder," she whimpered.
"Say it," I flicked my tongue over her clit.
"Please let me come!"
I wanted to stay between her legs forever, but when she started to beg me, I had to give in. It only took the tiniest pressure from my tongue to start the waves and then she shuddered and shook under me. Each time I thought she was done and I pushed a little harder on her clit, the shuddering would begin again. Finally, when I thought my tongue couldn't take any more, I pressed on her swollen nub firmly with my thumb. Her back arched off the bed and she went taut. Under my thumb, I could feel her clit throbbing. When it finally subsided she went limp on the bed.
After I shed my boxers, I crawled over her and kept myself perched above her until she opened her eyes. As soon as she focused on me, she grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. When I felt her legs wrapping around me, I needed no other sign. It wasn't until Scully's body rocked beneath me that I realized how forcefully I'd entered her. Before I had a chance to worry, her lusty groan assured me she was still enjoying what I was doing.
Her orgasm had left her hot and slick, allowing me to move in and out of her easily. Scully and I often had very passionate sex, but in the three months we'd been married it had never been this intense. I was pounding into her so hard her body was moving toward the headboard. In the back of my mind, something was telling me it was too much, but I couldn't stop myself. Surely Scully wouldn't have been saying, "Yes, God, yes," if I was hurting her. When I was taking my final strokes, I felt her body tense and quake again. The pull of her internal muscles only magnified the orgasm that was ripping through me.
It had to have been several minutes before I opened my eyes again. Beneath me, Scully's eyes were still closed.
"Are you okay?" I whispered.
"Mmm," she sighed.
"You're sure I wasn't too rough," I caressed her pink cheek with my thumb.
"Mulder," she opened one eye and squinted up at me, "I would have been completely devastated if you hadn't reacted exactly like that after all of the trouble I went to."
"You wanted me to do that?" I was amazed.
"I did," she smiled that coy little smile again.
"Wow," I shook my head, making her chuckle. "If you ever want that reaction again, just saunter around the bedroom in one of those thongs, and I'll be happy to be of service."
"Thanks for the heads up," she laughed.
My body was starting to feel heavy and I knew sleep was going to overtake me soon, so I rolled off Scully and onto my back.
"What are you doing?" Scully's voice dragged me back to consciousness.
I opened my eyes to see her struggling out of her teddy.
"Falling asleep?" I yawned.
"Think again," she got off the bed and began to extinguish the candles.
"What?" I had no idea what she was talking about.
"There's a puppy downstairs that needs to be taken outside before we go to bed."
I knew better than to try to talk her into doing it, I'd made my bed. She laughed as I moaned in misery and hauled myself up.
"Something wrong?" she asked innocently.
"Yeah," I sighed. "I hate it when you're right."
end chapter 6