Title: Mine for the Taking (sequel to Taking Me Over)
Rating: MSR NC-17
Spoilers: none
Archive: yes, anywhere as long as you let me know first, thank you.
Summary: With their feelings in the open, Mulder and Scully embark on discovering each other freely and without inhibition. A sequel to Taking Me Over. A bit of fluff-follow-up.
Feedback: Oh I beg and I plead... please send some feedback at xenoprobe@hotmail.com or visit me at www.angelfire.com/scifi/xenoprobe

Disclaimer: I don't own them, they make me no money, I have no money to share and therefore, to re-iterate- Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox...

Again the lovely Belle served as my beta for this one, she makes writing that much more fun for me! She asked for a sequel, as did many others, and here it is- Hope you enjoy!

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Mine for the Taking
By xenoprobe

"A hammering in my head- don't stop in a bullet
train from Tokyo to Los Angeles, leaving you
behind a flash in the pan, a storm in a tea cup, a
needle in a haystack...

A prize for the winning, a dead for the raising, a
catch for the chasing, a jewel for the choosing an
man for the making in this blistering heat."

Hammering in my Head- Garbage

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I was standing at Scully's doorway, dripping from the rain. I watched her move as if in slow motion as she stripped from her ruined suede jacket, her plastered top and soaked jeans. It was like watching an exquisite ballet, each movement was full of fluid and constant motion as her clothes were shed. I stood wondering vaguely why I wasn't joining her, but the temptation to watch was overwhelming. Without looking back at me she disappeared into the bathroom and re-emerged with two towels.

"Here." She chucked the towel at me and I laid it against the back of her couch. For the moment, I was content to observe her, drying her hair, scrunching it in fists of terrycloth, toweling herself in front of me. I must have looked like a drowned rat.

She came closer, each step raising the temperature in the room, until she was right in front of me. I was in awe... utter awe.

"Close your mouth Mulder..." She smiled at me wickedly. "Aren't you going to dry off, stay a while?"

"Scully-" She placed a finger to my lips and stopped me from speaking. I slid my tongue out and tasted it, watching her eyes flutter shut briefly. There weren't more than a few inches between us, her nipples were dark and pointed through the wet fabric of her bra, her panties didn't disguise much more. I could feel my erection stirring and I was still clad in my soaked clothing.

"Let's get you out of those clothes."

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I barely saw the evil glint in Mulder's eyes before I found my words sealed in his kiss, his mouth claiming mine, my breath stolen. He snaked his arms around me and pulled me against the cold and wet of his jacket. I shivered but was more than happy to be there, feeling alive and aroused. His hands reached up into my messy hair and he gripped a fist full, tugging my head back, my mouth still open.

"God I want you." He breathed, the words like a whistle between my lips. His mouth devoured mine again and he backed me against the front door, pinning me there. I could feel the curious sensation of his hands roaming over my goose-fleshed skin, holding my waist, cupping my face, teasing my breasts. I twisted under his ministrations.

"Mulder... you're wet." His concentration did not waiver. He grabbed the lapels of his jacket, shucked it off and returned to me with a fierce and forceful kiss. I was weak in the knees.

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I don't know if it was because she put up such a fight out there in the rain, or because I'd denied myself the idea of having her for so long, but I was insatiable. Her mouth was so sweet, succulent, I had to have more. Kissing her wasn't enough. I pressed her between the door and myself, feeling the points of her body sink into me, her hips, her knees, her breasts. I was drunk on her beauty, her hair wild and uncombed. I wanted to speak- to whisper her name over and over, like an affirmation, like an acknowledgment that we were here, finally at this point together. But speaking would have taken my lips away from hers and I couldn't stand the thought of missing her mouth for even a moment.

Scully's tiny fingers moved between us, unbuttoning the collar of my shirt, tugging the hem from my pants. She swept her palms over my chest, taking the shirt up with her movements, breaking our liplock only long enough to rip the wet garment over and off my head. She squirmed out of my hold, sucking at my lip until she backed away too far to continue. I heard the 'pop' of my lip's release. Her mouth was ripe, like a nectarine or a plum, juicy and shiny and luscious- slightly bruised. Delicious. I licked my own lips just standing there watching hers.

"C'mon Mulder, why don't you take those wet clothes off, get warm..."

"You may not believe me Scully but I'm quite warm as it is."

"Oh I believe you." She exaggerated the word 'believe' as if to tease me. Her smile was of fire and just by looking at her, perched against the back edge of her couch, I found myself complying.

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"I knew you were mine for the taking-
...I knew you were mine for the taking,
...I knew you were mine for the taking when you
walked in the room...

I knew you were mine for taking-
...I knew you were mine for the taking,
Your eyes light up, when I walk in the room..."

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Oh what a treat. Mulder stood there just mere feet away, stripped of his shirt, his slacks still wet and clinging. As if to mock me, he slowly unzipped his pants and slipped them over his hips. I could see right away the source of heat he spoke of- his erection was bulging under the matted silk of his boxers. I think I licked my lips when his hips jerked, sending his pants to the floor. He stepped out of them, leaving them behind as he closed the gap between us again.

We stood, face to face- or face to chest in my case, not touching, barely even breathing. I wanted to grab him and show him just how long I'd wanted this. I wanted to demonstrate the myriad fantasies I'd dreamt up of us at this moment. I found I was frozen; I shivered.

"Are you cold Scully?" Mulder grinned slyly.

"No."

He inched a little closer to my mouth.

"Why are you shivering then..." He whispered the words over my cheek, never touching but oh so close. "I think maybe you are cold Scully but you're too damn stubborn to admit it." I felt his lips graze my neck as he spoke. Every inch of my skin was begging for his touch; I shuddered again. "you want this don't you Scully. You want me to touch you don't you. Maybe here," His fingertips danced over my collarbone, "or here," smoothed over my shoulders, "or maybe here," traced down my spine. He leaned in and peppered delicate kisses along my bra-line and I could feel my nipples stiffen even more. "Or perhaps here Scully?" His mouth lowered, taking a painful nub into his mouth through the cold, wet fabric, I moaned. "Yes here, I think you want it right here... don't you Scully."

"Mmmm..." My head rolled back a bit as he concentrated his efforts on my breasts. I felt the tingling of want spread through me- flushing my body in a rosy hue and warming my core with hot liquid. "Mulderrrr." I was lost with his teeth tugging not so gently at my nipples through my rain-cooled bra.

Mulder's hands wrapped around my waist, gripping me in place. His fingers dug into me almost painfully but it only affirmed his need. All we'd ever imagined of each other was culminating on this night, I was overwhelmed, not needing to express my love for him but needing to show him the desperation I felt, the passion I'd been withholding all these years.

As he kissed his way around my navel my knees weakened and I leaned back against the couch. I cupped his beautiful face and drew him back up to mine.

"Mulder," I was trembling. I pressed my lips to his but applied no pressure to kiss. "I want you. So bad Mulder, I need to show you..." I could feel my words vibrating in his open mouth, his eyes were closed and his breathing was forced.

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I never thought I'd hear her say that. Never even dreamed that Scully would express so much want. My body trembled as her words bridged our lips.

"God Scuhllee." I could feel my control slipping, I had no desire to be tender. I would show her the soft, the loving side later. For now, I wanted to take her- right here over the back of her couch and forcibly show her that she drives me insane with need.

Her mouth closed over my bottom lip, suckling like a baby kitten. It was relentless and maddening and I couldn't hold back any longer.

My hands flew up, tangling in her hair and I yanked her mouth away for a breathless second before I devoured her. Our tongues danced, our lips parted and rejoined, slamming together. I sucked her sweet tongue into my mouth like a lollipop and ground my erection into her soft belly.

"Oh I want... I want..." I couldn't find the words. She moaned and writhed against me, returning the friction, wrapping a leg around me. Any possible space between us was lost, our bodies were plastered to one another. Her groans were mounting, traveling into the pit of my stomach through her kiss. I let my lips travel over her face, claiming an earlobe, I whispered, "let's move this to the couch."

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I sat down on my sofa and looked up at my partner. Mulder. He looked tortured and lost, like he was fighting himself in some inner battle.

"What is it Mulder?"

"Nothing I... I just want so much and, want to do so much..."

He shook his head as if trying to ignore the voice inside. My thoughts were racing too.

"Mulder, what ever you want. What ever you want to do- I'm with you. I trust you."

He dropped to his knees and looked up at me only once before burying his head against my tummy. He nuzzled there, allowing me to run my fingers through his hair. This quiet, reverent moment passed quickly and I felt him pushing my legs apart. He kissed my belly, my navel and over my mound through damp underwear then stopped abruptly. He stared at my body for a second then ripped my underwear off. He actually ripped them away.

He grabbed my thighs, yanked me forward and pressed me back into the couch with a feral kiss. As our mouths melded, he unsnapped my bra with expert fingers, leaving me naked and raw. I was ready to explode just by his touch.

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"Like an animal/your moving over me..."

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Her skin was alive, the ivory tinged with pink everywhere I touched her. I wanted to swallow her whole, taste every last inch from her perfect toes to her luscious earlobes. I darted my tongue in and out of her navel a few times, probing and mimicking an act we'd get to later. She twitched and giggled a little at first but the laughter died when I slid further down, parting the folds of her velvety, slick heat with my tongue.

"Mmmmm..." My moan vibrated over her as I paced myself in a careful rhythm. Her hips ground into the couch and the air hitched in her throat as she puffed out moans and unrecognizable words. I wanted to make her lose it- lose her control and abandon herself, here, with my lips tugging lightly at her hard little clit. Her nails raked over my scalp and I could feel the shiver in my cock. So sweet Scully, I wanted to taste it all.

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My God. If I had known that Mulder could do this so well, I would have insisted on a session of oral sex for every time he mentioned a new 'theory'. I was reduced to the most basic of functions, moaning, keening, writhing, all under the precise ministrations of Mulder's mouth. I could feel every minute infliction, the way he parted the lips, sucking moisture from each one. The way he pushed into my opening- drinking me in. He lips were wonderful, applying the right pressure, the right suction to my clit. I could feel my orgasm encroaching- like a fuzzy tickling feeling that was spreading over me.

"Oh Mulderrrr..." I wanted it, wanted more. "More... Oh more..."

I looked down at myself, my erect nipples looked impossibly large and Mulder's soft hair tickled against my thighs as his head moved slightly with his rhythm. What a sight. He stopped briefly and my body felt like it had hit a brick wall, but when he looked up at me- straight into my hooded eyes, I knew it wasn't over yet.

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Sweet Jesus.

If ever I thought Scully was sexy, which is nearly all the time, she was certainly at her peak. Her face was red, her teeth worried over her lower lip like it was candy and her body was hinged on the smallest of my moves. I could tell she wanted me to continue but I wanted to savour her a little.

I slipped two fingers into the heat at her core, drenching them in her wetness, and rubbed gentle teasing circles over her distended clit. Her back arched and she pumped against my hand. If I were a stronger man, I could have done this forever, just to watch my Scully in this exquisite state of torment. I am not that strong a man.

I buried my fingers up and into her, feeling the inner muscles contract around them immediately. I lowered my head again, snaking my tongue under the hood of her clitoris, making Scully wail. She sounded like she was crying, her moans and sobs rising and rising as I applied more pressure and deepened my thrusting fingers.

In a flash of liquid and fire, Scully came, driving her body against my hand and face. Oh life couldn't possibly get better than this.

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"Sweat it all out.
Sweat it all out, with your bedroom eyes and your baby pout.

Sweat it all out in your electric storms and our
shifting sands/our candy jars and our sticky hands...
sweat it all out, sweat it all out..."

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Before I could catch my breath, Mulder's mouth claimed mine as he clamoured up my body. I was pinned against my couch, riding out the after-shock of an incredible orgasm, sucking the very taste of myself from his sexy lips. It was wonderful.

Mulder's erection pumped at my belly and his knee came up between my legs. I slid against it, feeling the slickness of my orgasm on him as I rubbed shamelessly. His tongue danced in my mouth our teeth tapped one another's as the kisses deepened, grew more desperate.

I closed my hand around him, feeling his penis grow stiffer at my touch. Those boxers had to go.

"Your turn," I mumbled into the kiss, before slipping down his body, peeling off the silk as he hovered over me. I flicked my tongue over his nipples and sucked at his torso, smearing open-mouthed kisses everywhere I pleased. But when my lips took the head of his shaft between them, Mulder moaned- long and laboured.

He tasted of salt and honey, musky and masculine, I took more into my mouth and paused, adjusting myself to his size. His cock swelled against my throat and I began sucking, pumping my hand along in tandem. His hips jerked in little spasms and he breathed out my name over and over. Listening to him only made me want more.

I circled the head lazily then plunged it into my mouth again, letting Mulder's thrusts set a pace. He pumped into me from above and I could taste the sweetness of his coming orgasm.

"Oh God, Scully, ohhh..." His hips forcibly slowed and he pulled at me, making me stop. "Not like this Scully..." With his fist still tangled in my hair, he tugged me up against him. He slammed me with a kiss and sucked at my tongue like I had just done to his cock. "I want in... I want to come inside you."

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"Mmmm..." She sounded almost sleepy with desire. "Yes, Mulder."

"Do you want me inside you Scully?" I teased. "Do you want me to come deep inside you?" She nodded into our kiss. "Say it, Scully. Tell me you want me."

"Mulder, God I want it... want you..." She pulled at my shoulders and clasped my cock in her hand guiding me along. "I want this... inside me... now."

I plunged into her, feeling the heat and sudden tightness of her engulfing me. We stopped, breathing slowly, then I began moving in long strokes. I closed my eyes against the rush of feeling from within. I wanted this be of passion not of emotion, I had wanted to slam my orgasm into her, proving once and for all that she was it- the only one. But the sensation of finally being inside her, it was sweet and slick and comforting. I could not sustain the angry desperation I had felt, I was making love to Scully. Making love.

"God I love you. Love you so much." I panted.

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I could see the expression on Mulder's face shifting, even with his eyes closed I could feel the softness swell over us both. I was weeping as I puffed out tiny breaths of sound. I stared at him, matching his every thrust with my hips, feeling each stroke fill me to the hilt.

When he opened his eyes, it was like looking into the eyes of a child; for one brief moment I could see all the layers of his mind, all the emotion inside of him. It ballooned in my chest and I sobbed out loud.

"Mulder... love you... For so long... I've loved you since forever." I felt a raindrop tear hit my cheek and saw the welling in his eyes too. "Mulderrrr..."

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Its as if this wave of emotion stuck us both simultaneously.

Mulder picked up the tempo, slicing into me furiously and I could feel myself flying, soaring. Our eyes never faltered, we looked into each other, in wrapped fascination as the end crept over us. I felt as if I'd leapt into the sun when my orgasm peaked.

Mulder's mouth sealed mine in a deep, deep kiss at the moment he came. It was like a burst of white light had swallowed us and somehow we'd made it to heaven, together. He pumped out the waves of his climax into me, filling me and loving me to the brim.

When our lips parted, his soulful eyes spoke volumes.

"Shhh..." I pressed kisses to his sweaty forehead.

"Scully, sweetheart..."

"Shhh... I know, I know."

"I love you so much. I've wanted to tell you for so long. I was afraid. I thought I'd lose you- lose myself."

"I know..." I could feel fresh tears soaking my temples. "Don't be afraid Mulder. Not anymore." I felt him slip from me. My whole body ached but I felt alive. "I love you."

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Listening to Scully, seeing the honesty and feeling it all over my body was like balm to my soul. I moved down, resting my cheek to her tummy and snuggled into her enveloping arms. We rested there, never breaking contact until sleep began to take us over. I got up and took her hand in mine. We kissed, Scully on tip-toes, before we slipped into her bedroom.

I pulled the sheets up over us, her tiny frame relaxed against mine as we drifted off to sleep.

"Mulder?"

"Yeah Scully?"

"Just checking." Her voice was deliberate and sleep-filled. I laughed, understanding her. This was no dream. "I love you Mulder."

"... and I love you." Sweet dreams.

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THE END

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