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Close to the Deadline (6/7) NC-17
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"Please, please, make love to me..."

I bury my head into his chest and whisper to him, pleadingly, urgently. Under any other circumstances I would have backed away as soon as the words had left my mouth and excused myself then gotten away as fast as possible, but *this*, this is Mulder. This is the man I trust, I love, I adore...

And, now the wonderful, no, *amazing* thing is, he feels the same.

He trusts me.

He adores me.

He *loves* me.

Loves me... now I can be sure about it, finally all the uncertainty and insecurity has been extinguished, and all that is left are pure, sincere emotions we are now finally free to share, to revel in with each other.

And revel we do, as we are standing here, hugging so closely, inhaling each other's scent, but...

Whoops!

All of a sudden, I am not standing there anymore because he has scooped me up into his arms, holding my body close against his chest, again smiling his brilliant smile.

"Your wish is my command", and with that he carries me into the bedroom, the bedroom that has been my lonely place of rest for so long and which will now become the site of our very first lovemaking.

All of a sudden I become aware that my bed is not made, that the sheets are still crumpled, the blanket is lying half on the floor, and it must all smell like sleep, like me...

But Mulder doesn't seem to mind, doesn't hesitate before setting me down onto the bed oh so very carefully, then draping himself over me, taking my face into his tender hands and for one moment we are just looking at one another, eyes saying so much more than words ever can, and then his lips descend on mine again in a hot greedy kiss, his mouth, his tongue, his lips wanting everything from me and giving me so much more back as we move closer to each other, as I grip his shoulders and pull him into me, trying to get as much of him as I can, and I can smell his wonderful scent again, and speaking of scent, he seems to be sniffing the bed because just now he looks up again, looks at me and gives me another of those smiles, those smiles that will knock me down one day with their great brightness...

"I like that smell, you know... smells just like you."

Oh, Mulder...

How can a man be just so sweet, so charming, so loving to me? How can such a wonderful man, with his brains and his looks, who can have every woman and man he want, just decide to have me? I believe I still haven't comprehended it completely that we now are lovers, that we belong to each other, that we will break the last remaining barrier between us...

I have to bite back a sob, caused equally by the joyous way my thoughts are heading and Mulder's tongue which is licking a trail down my neck over my shoulder to my collarbone, leaving wet marks, causing me to shudder, to groan softly, then I dig my hands into his hair, showing him I how much I like what he's doing to me, and I must encourage him because the next thing I know is that my robe goes off, and so does my pajama top; I believe he's finally got rid off his jacket, and this is the point where I stop him because now it's my turn...

Now I want to explore his body, to make him shudder like I did, to unwrap his clothing and revel the glorious present of his body...

I slowly take his hands in mine, move them over my head and lean onto them as I turn around carefully, lying down half on top of him, grinning like I'm stoned, filled with the giddy feeling of receiving love, spreading love and... anticipating more love...

So now I am hovering above Mulder's face, noticing the heavy up and down motions of his chest, his hot breath tickling my skin, a flush making his cheeks so rosy, hands trembling as he reaches towards my exposed torso, his whole body mimicking great feelings of lust and arousal.

Oh Mulder, Mulder, how much I just want to make that pouting lower lip tremble even more, to make some more droplets of sweat appear on your forehead, to make you shudder, to make you groan, to set you on fire, to tempt you, to make you take me, make me yours, to make you release yourself into me...

Well, I guess I'll have to start somewhere.

And so I do; I place my lips on his, temptingly, grazing him only to withdraw just when he starts to respond, instead I am imitating him as I kiss my way down his neck to the collar of his shirt, opening the buttons one after another, all the while feeling the tension radiating from him, his anticipation that makes my mouth curve into a smile because I know, I'm aware that I am the reason for it.

He is reacting to *me*.

I am the one pulling the strings here. And he knows it.

I continue my journey down his body as I tug at the cloth of his shirt slowly, making him understand he has got to help here. I quickly undo the remaining buttons then slide it down his arms as he lifts himself slightly.

His chest is now revealed, and I instantly bury my head into the crook of his neck and begin tracing another moist path, down to his armpits, around, up to his collarbone, down, to each side, taking my time as I slowly approach his right nipple, settled between soft brown curls of fuzzy hair, dark red and already erect...

Again, his unique scent there, and I close my eyes and take a deep breath the minute my tongue graces the small bud.

That same minute he gasps sharply, his hips bucking against mine, and I can feel him, I can feel his hot flesh pressing into me, his promise, his life, and he's encouraging me, he's turning me on so that I close my lips around his nipple, suckling slightly, feeling him buck again before I repeat the same procedure on the other side.

Provoking the same reaction from him, I can't hide a wicked grin as I move lower, now straddling his ribcage with the tips of my breasts which produces another gasp, grazing my fingertips over the taut, bronze abdomen, then hovering with my tongue just above his bellybutton.

As I dart into it, a heavy shudder goes through his whole body, and that's it for me. Now I cannot wait any longer, want, need all of him.

His fly is open before he even realizes it, and I am just about to reach inside his pants and free him when I feel his hand taking mine.

*What...?*

I raise my head and look at him, my eyes full of questions I don't dare to ask because I'm afraid this is the inevitable rejection he didn't manage to voice earlier.

In the half dark I can't see his face completely, but I can make out his eyes shining at me, and all my fears are wiped away within a second.

"Not yet, Scully", he says softly, arousal making his voice low and hoarse, "not before I have memorized every single detail of you", and with that he takes hold of me, settles me down, lying half down on my back, half beside me on the sheet.

The satin cools me skin as I make myself conformable, my head pillowed on my arms, my eyes closed, anticipating what he'll do to me, waiting, longing for him to touch me, to feel me, to explore me.

So a shiver runs down my spine as I feel his soft warm fingertips tracing it, drawing the line downwards.

At the same time I can feel small puffs of hot air as he exhales right next to my ear, then begins planting little butterfly kisses on my neck as his hands begin to give me a light massage, kneading still too tense muscles, relaxing me, tender hands giving me just a little taste of what he is capable of doing to me, of what he *will* eventually do, just a taste of all his tender loving ministrations which I cannot wait to feel fully.

I seem to lose track of time as I am lying here, now panties being my only remaining piece of clothing, when that hoarse voice of him echoes in my ears.

"Scully...", he begins, then pauses, then takes a long deep breath and continues, "has it been long since you've done... *this* with a man the last time?"

At his question, I raise my head and try to look at him, but I can turn around only a little so I cannot see him. Where is he going with this? Why all of a sudden this obvious concern or, even worse, distrust?

Is it because...

Of course. Oh, damn.

The tattoo. He has found the tattoo.

Oh no.

"Mulder", is the first thing I'm capable of saying. Then we're both silent for an uncomfortable moment until I voice the only thing that is important right now.

"I didn't sleep with him, Mulder. Trust me."

I feel him stir against my back, then he chuckles softly.

"And I thought--"

"Don't think about it", I tell him, "it was unimportant. Meaningless. What matters is only you and me. Nothing else. I love you, Mulder."

Again I feel silent laughter shake him, and from what I hear a second later he must be sobbing quietly, and I turn around immediately.

And again, he holds me back, placing his hand on my shoulder carefully.

"Stay there." And I do. I trust him completely, without any restrictions.

As always, he does not abuse my trust as I can feel his lips on that spot at once, kissing the snake that has been branded into my skin, circling its tail with his tongue, and it sends another wave of arousal flooding through me. Then I hear him purring into my ear...

"It's beautiful. *You* are beautiful."

Now I can barely keep myself from shedding tears of my own when his words sting so deep into my heart, when he touches me so much just in a verbal way...

Of course, he senses it.

"Hush", he whispers into my ear, "calm down. Calm down."

With that, he's gone from my ear and his hands grip the waistband of my panties, and then they're off before I can do anything. And I wouldn't want to do anything about it.

Now I am lying here, completely naked, in front of him, exposed, silently begging for him to touch me, and then he does...

He touches me, touches me *there*...

The first caress of his fingertips is so very light, barely recognizable on my clitoris, the second one darts lower, beneath the red nub, softly massaging, making me groan low in my throat, and his third touch he places on my very center, sliding right inside with one finger, and my hips arch off the bed, riding a new wave of sharp hot arousal...

My reaction seems to encourage him because he whispers, out of breath...

"Scully... do you like that?" Accompanied with a hard deep thrust of now two fingers.

"Yesss..." is my only response.

"Does it feel good?" Another thrust of his fingers.

"Yes... oh yes..."

"Have you done it before?" Thrust.

"Yes..."

"What have you been thinking about doing it?" His thumb is now moving in little circles across my clit, and I cannot do anything but respond by rotating my hips in time with his rhythm, my hands no longer supporting my head now but clutching at the sheets, holding on for dear life, and making incoherent sounds, small moans and whimpers.

"Do you think about me when you do it?" Thrust.

Of course...

"Yes, Mulder, oh please..."

And that's all he needs to shut up and finish what he's started, his fingers now moving frantically in and out of me, producing wet, slippery sounds, bringing me pleasure I couldn't even imagine I was capable of standing, and I'm so close, so terribly close...

His other hand starts wandering towards my right breast, flicking the nipple, heightening the feeling even more until I can barely stand it--

"That's it, let go, Scully. Let it go."

And I do.

I come with a force that is shaking my whole body, moaning loudly, unashamed, still being penetrated by his fingers, finally being given that passionate lust by him...

When I feel I am able to think clearly again I am lying on my back, with Mulder stroking my belly soothingly, smiling at me. I smile back. Now I can see his face, his eyes are shining with passion, arousal and love, his cheeks are covered in a red flush, and I realize I must look pretty much like him. I pull him down to me and our mouths meet in the deepest, most honest of kisses, melting into one another, savoring each other, and when I break the kiss I do it only to tell him again,

"I love you."

Before he has any chance to react, I take his right hand in mine and make clear to him that now is the right time.

"Mulder, I need you now..."

At this, a new flash of uncertainty covers his face, and I try to reassure him, to erase all doubts,

"Please, please, I want you... don't you want me?"

Catching upon the playfulness in my last words, he grins, separates himself from me, and his pants and boxers are off in no time. Then he leans down over me again, and we look each other deeply in the eye.

I take him into my hand for the first time, and he jerks with the sensation. He is long, throbbing and thick and just as aching to unite with me as I am.

While we are still looking at each other, without any need of words, I bring him closer to my center, and he is straddling me. We both inhale sharply at the contact, realizing just how close we are to unite in the most complete, most ancient yet most meaningful act we are capable of...

And without any second thought I raise my hips and take him inside me.

A sharp pain shoots through me at first but is replaced quickly by the warmest feeling of arousal and closeness, closeness to the man I love. I know he must be experiencing the same as I see him throwing his head back, see his mouth opening in a silent scream, sweat dripping from his brow in tiny little droplets, and he is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen, not comparable to anything let alone anyone else. He is concentrating on my face now, trying to hold my gaze as I am trying to hold his.

Then he begins to move, and I'm lost.

Bracing himself on his arms, his hands tangled in my hair, his hips push him into me, then pull him out, into me then out, and I feel that sweet sting there again, where he is surrounded by me, and I wrap both my legs around his waist which makes him sink even deeper into me, a hoarse groan escaping him. My hips meeting with his, we are moving together, bodies and souls as close as they can get, skin rubbing against skin, my breasts bobbing against him, heightening both our pleasure, my feet now digging into his firm buttocks, my internal muscles squeezing him hard, his hair falling into his face, framing his beautiful face, one of his hands taking mine, fingers entangling, holding each other, all of a sudden his thumb on my clit again, and I'm so close to orgasm again, and I feel he is too as he begins to pound into me hard and fast, panting just like me, his head now buried in the hollow of my neck, kissing, biting down, sending a sharp lustful pain through my body, bringing me even closer, I can hear my name in the distance, a hoarse shout, and I answer with his, and then we're there, our bodies melting into one, giving ourselves to the other, reaching the highest point of pleasure

Sinking

Into

Each

Other

I can feel the warmth flooding through me, into me, as we both reach the climax simultaneously, both of us convulsing hard, and then we're slowly, very slowly getting back to normal, breathing slowing, bodies calming, and we look at each other...

Both of us smiling, I reach up and trace the outline of his curved mouth with my fingertips, he responds by sucking them into his mouth, tickling me, before he releases my fingers, bends down and our mouths descend on each other again.

We kiss for a long time, deeply, having all the time in the world now, and when we separate, he withdraws from me carefully, lies down beside me and wraps his arms around me from behind.

I close my eyes, feeling his breath humming into my ear regularly, and enjoy the feeling of having him behind me, wrapped around me like a protective shield, warm and secure, and whisper a last soft "I love you" before I drift off into a peaceful sleep.

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