Double Fantasy by Agent Chloe Wildner SPOILERS: None TIME: Anytime since the pilot WHEN WRITTEN: June 1998 CATEGORY: Vignette/Romance KEYWORDS: MSR, Angst RATING: NC-17 SIZE: 8K SUMMARY: Withheld - but there's a cliche warning:) Standard Disclaimer: X-Files, Mulder, Scully, etc.. all belong to Fox and TenThirteen Productions, they are not mine. This is pure fiction and posted for fun, not profit. ************************************************ Mulder's Apartment 11:22PM Mulder groaned as he suddenly became conscious of the world around him. He was lying on his couch, and Scully's beautiful face was looking down at him. "Well, good morning handsome," she said, and then abruptly stood up and walked to the desk by the window. Mulder noticed that Scully had on a rather short skirt considering her usual tastes. Mulder propped himself and turned to try to get a better view as she leaned over the desk, but a sharp pain in his head caused him to yell out in agony and fall back onto the couch. "Naughty, Mulder," she scolded gently as she returned. "You have a nasty gash in your forehead and must stay still." She leaned over him and pressed a cloth to his forehead. Mulder saw that she had undone the top few buttons on her blouse and her current position allowed him a pretty good view of her breasts. Involuntarily, he licked his lips, then looked down in embarrassment when he saw Scully was staring at him. Scully laughed and leaned back. "Mulder, Mulder, Mulder." Then her fingers began sliding back and forth across the top of his chest. Mulder took in a sharp breath as he noticed that Scully had stripped him completely naked while he had slept. Scully followed his eyes to his now growing erection. A smile slid onto her lips again. She stood up and crossed to his desk, grabbed a piece of rope and tied his wrists together behind his head. Then she walked around him again, slowly, and climbed up on top of the couch and straddled Mulder's legs. Leaning over, Scully flicked the inside of his thigh with her tongue. Mulder cried out - first in pleasure, but then in pain as his movement caused a sharp pang to cut through his head. "Now, Mulder, I told you you must stay still." She wagged a finger at him and smiled slyly. Mulder groaned. Scully then began her next move. Mulder felt her hands begin kneading him at his base and his groan deepened. He leaned back and closed his eyes. Then his body bucked as he felt Scully's lips and tongue suddenly over his tip. The movement caused another sharp pang, but the line between pain and pleasure was not so clear now. Mulder's body had caught Scully's rhythm and his breath became fast and ragged. Another flick of Scully's tongue and Mulder gasped and sat upright. Then he leaned back with a moan. It was just another one of his dreams. If Scully knew what he dreamed of at night, she would hit him. ******************************* Scully's Apartment 11:27PM that same night Mulder gasped and sat upright. Then he leaned back with a moan. Scully stood up and looked down on her partner, who was lying in her bed. "Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?" "No, definitely not." "Well, do you remember the dream at all?" "Nothing clear enough to relay." Scully sat back down in the chair positioned by the bed and pressed the cloth against his forehead again. "You have a nasty gash in your forehead, Mulder. It would probably be in your best interest to try to stay still." "I know. You told me." Scully smiled down and leaned over to plant a small kiss on his injured head. Mulder caught her chin in his hand on her way back up. "Thanks for doing this for me, Scully." "Oh, no problem. After all, you got that gash in your head protecting me." "I had to. What would I do without you?" The smile fell from Scully's lips, and she stared deep into his eyes. Then, she forced a smile back onto her face. "Oh, the FBI would just assign you another partner and you'd hardly notice the difference." "No, Scully, you're irreplaceable. And I don't just mean as an FBI partner. I mean as a friend, and hopefully..." Mulder took a deep breath. "It's probably just this hole in my scull that's making me crazy enough to admit this, but I love you. I've known for ages that I loved you." Scully gulped and stared at him, Then her face broke into a smile. "Well, whatever it is, I'm glad you're crazy! I love you too, and I've known that for ages." Mulder pulled himself up and drew her face forward gently with the tips of his fingers under her chin. Then he leaned in and gave her the sweetest kiss she'd ever had. It was gentle, slow, and passionate, and it made her melt. Mulder's hands creeped around her neck and up into her hair. As his hands coiled amongst her red strands, he pulled her head closer and deepened the kiss. Mulder's tongue forged it's way into her mouth, and Scully wrapped her arms around Mulder's neck and slipped her hands into his hair. Then Scully abruptly pulled back. "Mulder, your head - you must be in terrible pain." "The pain is nothing compared to the pleasure of holding you." Scully started to sigh a response, but was cut off by another kiss from Mulder. Scully kicked the chair out from under her and crawled into bed beside Mulder, mostly to keep him from having to hold his injured head up so much. However, Mulder had other plans. As soon as she had made it into the bed, Mulder swung himself over on top of her. His tongue traced from her chin down the center of her throat. Then his lips raised a little and diligently kissed her jawbone from left ear to right ear. When Mulder reached her right ear, his lips lingered a minute. He blew into her ear, and Scully shivered throughout the length of her body. Then Mulder returned to her lips and breathed into her mouth. "You have too many clothes on." Lowering his lips immediately to her mouth, he resumed their deep searching kisses. With his hands, Mulder began to undo Scully's blouse, lingering a little at each button. He lifted the blouse from underneath the waistband of her skirt and then parted the fabric. His hands moved to undo the front closure on her bra, and then parted that fabric as well. Scully twisted underneath Mulder to remove the clothing from her arms and felt his hardness press against her. Mulder pulled back from the kiss to look at her. Then he leaned in and planted a quick, soft kiss on Scully's lips. "God you're beautiful," he whispered. She felt his lips trace her sternum and then his hands move up and take hold of her breasts. His tongue circled around one of Scully's already firm nipples, and then the other. Then Mulder took her breast into his mouth and sucked, kneading her other breast with his hand. His other hand slid around behind Scully's back and squeezed her and pushed her against his hard center. It was sensory overload. He had her surrounded. Scully strangled out a scream and sat bolt upright in her bed. She was alone. It had only been another one of her dreams. Mulder would tease her mercilessly if he knew what she dreamed of at night. **************The End************************** Thanks for reading! Hoped you liked it! Feedback welcome at agentchloe@geocities.com Read more of my stuff at http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Lair/1306 ~Agent Chloe Wildner, aka Jillian