Part 2 of 2

He grinned and pushed partially into her. "This is how YOU make ME feel!"

"Oh! Yes!"

Mulder wiggled them into a sideways positions, with
Scully's bottom against the back of the couch and one
of her legs hooked over his hips. He figured he'd last a little longer that way, maybe even be able to make her come again, than he would if she were directly beneath him. He thrust into her, the angle of penetration providing just the right amount of
friction.

"Fox?"

"Yeah, Dana?"

"If you want. . .we could try. . .like in the movie."

It took him a moment to remember what she was talking
about, then comprehension rushed over him. The video
he'd been watching when she first walked in. The ugly
question he'd greeted her with. He had meant it as a
way of hurting her, but she seemed to think it was
something he really wanted to. And she was willing to
try it. For him.

Mulder swallowed. There was no WAY he deserved this
woman, he thought wryly. Absolutely none.

"I don't want to do that to you, honey. I like it just the way we are. But there is something you can do for me."

"What?"

"Talk to me, Dana."

"You want me to discuss little green men or the
possibility of spontaneous human combustion?" she
asked with a teasing glint in her eyes.

He growled and nuzzled her throat. "You KNOW how I
want you to talk to me. Tell me, sweetheart. What I
did to you a few minutes ago - how it made you feel.
What I'm doing to you now. What you want. And not in
those damned clinical, medical terms you sometimes
use, either!

"Lover, I grew up on Navy bases. I'm a Sailor's
daughter, Sailors' sister. I can talk just as salty as any call girl."

"So do it then. Say it for me, sweetheart."

She took a deep breath and traced her finger down his
chest, then looked over her shoulder to smile shyly at him. "Fuck me, Fox," she said in a husky whisper.

Dana grinned as she felt her husband's hips jerk and
push his arousal deeper inside her, almost
involuntarily, at the sound of her words. He smiled
down at her and began to tease one of her nipples with his fingertips.

"You like that?"

"I like that a LOT, Mulder. I always enjoy it when you touch my breasts. Your fingers are so gentle. But what I like even better. . ."

"Yeah?" he asked a smug smile on his face.

"Is when you suck on them and lick my nipples. That
feels wonderful! Your tongue is so talented. I LOVED
what you were doing to me before.  When you had your
tongue inside my pussy. . .it's just indescribable,
Fox!"

Mulder let out a deep, shaky breath and tried to
regain some measure of control. Not only were Scully's words arousing him tremendously, she was also wiggling against him, sliding up and down on him and running her hands up and down his arms and chest. Not to mention the way she was smiling at him. The fact that he could feel her skirt rubbing against his belly was a turn-on, too.

"Your cock is so big!" she murmured, kissing his neck. So hard. So long. It fits in my pussy just right. Fills me up completely."

"Dana!" he managed to croak. "You're going to have to
slow down. You're too damned good at this!"

"It was your idea, lover."

"I know. But I wasn't expecting you to be quite so. .
.enthusiastic about it.

"Mulder, at what point in our relationship have I ever been less than completely agreeable to anything you suggested? If I'm willing to put my butt on the line looking for little green men in Puerto Rico because it turns you on, I'm certainly willing to do this!"

"You should have suggested this years ago. It sure
beats the hell out of chasing after aliens!"

Scully moaned low and soft. "I don't know that I'm
exactly going to maintain coherence for much longer.
Especially if you keep touching me like that."

"Touching you where?"

"Right where your hand is. With your palm on my bottom and fingers angled to touch the curls right at my entrance." Giving up on coherent conversation, she
settled instead for nibbling on his shoulder in
between gasps and moans.

Mulder began using his thighs and arms to push her up
and down on his arousal. He was able to last long
enough to let her climax again, just as he was.

One nice thing about his old place, Mulder mused, was
that virtually everything was within arm's reach. Not
even bothering to pull completely out of her, he
dragged the blanket on the back of the couch down on
top of them and turned off the lamp. They kissed once
more and drifted off to sleep.

When Mulder woke up the next morning, he realized that he had a small problem. . .or rather, a large one. He was erect again and still partially inside her. His mind was telling him that the polite thing to do would be to pull out and go take a cold shower while, at the same time, his sleepy body was slowly thrusting deeper inside her. He was also, without conscious thought, positioning them so she was directly beneath him.

"Mmm," his wife purred. "Good morning to you, too."

"Uh, sorry, baby. That just sort of happened. I'll go
take a shower."

"Why not finish what you started first? It seems a
shame to waste it."

"Sweetheart, we need to get moving. We've got to swing by your place, then get to work."

"I don't mind a quickie."

"You're sure? There might not be time for both of us
to. . ."

"It's okay. You go first. Besides, I got to have twice as much fun last night."

"We're not keeping score, Scully!"

"I know," she whispered with a smile, reaching up to
trace her fingertips along his face. "That's why I
want you to give THAT," she thrust her hips up against his, making him moan, "to me, not waste it on a cold shower."

He grinned and began pumping into her with a rapid
rhythm. It didn't take long and she smiled up at him
when he had climaxed. "NOW you can go take a shower,"
she said.

After Mulder had dressed and they had driven home to
her apartment, Scully stepped into the shower there.
Mulder poked his head inside the curtain to talk to
her, standing well back from the spray.

"I'm going to go on into work, Dana. I'll see you in a bit."

"We're not riding in together?" she asked, mildly
disappointed. Despite the tremendous amount of time
they spent together, she still treasured every moment.

"No, for a couple of reasons."

"What?"

"For one thing, we may need to split up for a while
today and we'll each need our own vehicles. For
another, that toad Spender saw us getting out of the
same car yesterday morning. I wouldn't put it past him to be lurking in the parking garage, waiting to see if we do it again today."

"Okay. Bye. I love you."

"I love you, too, Scully."

By mid-afternoon, things were going much better than
they had the previous day. The agents had finally come up with a semi-coherent scenario to explain the deaths and Skinner had reluctantly accepted it. They were wading into the paperwork necessary to wrap up the case when the AD called them again.

"Since you two are in the building, maybe you'd be
willing to grace us with your presence at the
quarterly team division meeting. I do believe you've
now missed the last seven in a row."

"I HATE those things," Mulder replied. "We've got real work to do."

"I expect you there, agents," Skinner repeated. "I'm
not too fond of these bureaucratic wrangles myself,
but it starts in five minutes."

As they were leaving their office to take the elevator upstairs, Scully said, "I don't see why I have to go to this. Technically, as the senior partner, these things are your responsibility."

"You know, Scully, I've realized that you never, ever
remember that unless it's to your advantage."

They smiled at each other and walked down the hall
together.

Mulder let his brilliant mind wander while they were
sitting at the meeting. First, he tallied up the
preponderance of people in the room whose names
started with "S". There was Scully, of course. And
Skinner. And Spender. And Sanders, Scully's friend
from the academy. Then he started wondering if Dr.
Sunshine would get hit by a car or something. To be
honest, Scully seemed to have sort of a lethal effect
on the lives of men who had been - or wanted to be -
involved with her. First there was Willis, her old
boyfriend from the days when she taught out at
Quantico, who was killed in a stakeout. Then there was Pendrell, who had had such a crush on Scully it was hilarious. He had been shot during Scully's birthday party at a local bar. Then there had been Padgett, the weirdo writer who lived next door to Mulder and fixated on Scully. He'd apparently killed himself, in a bizarre manner, when he realized her heart was already taken.

On the other hand, Mulder mused, nobody has ever been
more involved with Scully than I am, marriage being
about as "involved" as it is humanely possible for a
man and a woman to be, and *I'M* still okay. For that
matter, so is Frohike, and he had a crush on her for
an even longer time than Penderell did.

He turned his mind back to the matter at hand. Scully
was sitting beside him, very prim and proper, paying
close attention to every word Skinner said. Skinner
was spouting a bunch of bureaucratic gibberish. Mulder honestly liked his boss - the two men had come a long way together from somewhat rocky beginnings - but nobody could sound sensible saying that sort of stuff.

Eventually, Skinner started winding down the meeting.
"Okay, we've got the commendations next. As you know,
these are awarded to agents here at headquarters who
have been extraordinarily helpful to field agents or
another law enforcement agency. Here's one for Cash
and Jackson from the Detroit Field Office and one for
Miller and Tomez from the Lexington, Kentucky  Police
Department."

"As for Agents Mulder and Scully. . ."

Uh-oh, thought Mulder, sitting up straighter with a
quick glance at his partner. Did somebody complain
about us?

"It would probably be quicker to rattle off the places that AREN'T insanely grateful to you two for your assistance. Let's see. . .we've got one from the Las Vegas Field Office, another from the Honolulu Field Office and one from the Austin, Texas Police
Department. Good work, Agents."

Scully turned to Mulder and flashed a brilliant smile
at him. He responded with a thumbs up gesture.

"Final order of business," Skinner said. "We've got a
partnership training seminar coming up, first Monday
of next month. Everyone here, except Agents Mulder and Scully, is expected to attend."

"Hey, why do Spooky and Mrs. Spooky get an exemption?" a disgruntled agent called from the back of the room.

Skinner flashed the man a glance that caused the agent to slouch down in his chair, then answered the
question. "The team with the highest number of
commendations is always exempt. I'd probably exempt
them anyway, though. The last thing they need is
training to become more in tune with each other. Their connection is already so strong it's almost," here Skinner stopped and bestowed one of his rare, small smiles on all the agents gathered in the room,
"spooky."

As Mulder and Scully were leaving the room, they were
stopped by Sanders. Apparently, Scully noted wryly,
she's decided that maybe it won't be the end of her
career if she acknowledges our existence.

"Congratulations on your commendations. That's great!"

"Thanks," Mulder said tersely. He put his hand on the
small of Scully's back, trying to shepherd her past
the other agent.

"Scully, I was wondering if you'd like to swim laps
with me and a couple of the other women agents at the
bureau pool? In about 45 minutes? Then we'll all go
grab some dinner."

"No thanks, Sanders, not this evening. Maybe some
other time."

After they were on the elevator, Mulder leaned close
to Scully and said softly, "You can go swim if you
want, Dana. I AM capabable of surviving a couple of
hours on my own, you know."

"Trying to ditch me, Mulder?"

"Never."

"Well, I can't go swimming with them today."

"Why not?"

"Because," she said, trying in vain not to turn red,
"I have a love bite on my thigh!"

As they exited the elevator, Mulder was walking a step behind her. Without turning her head, Scully said, "You can wipe that smirk off your face right now, Mulder!"

"Scully, how could you possibly know what expression I have on my face? You're not even looking at me!"

"Like Skinner said," she answered, turning to grab his tie and smile up at him outside the door to their
office, "we're spooky!"